Guilty All The Same (English)

5-Breakup

"Never apologize for showing feeling.
When you do so, you apologize for the truth. "
Benjamin Disraeli

"It seems strange to me that it can be useful..." Yurika snorted. "I know, Kurena, but ultimately..." "Are you sure they'll help you? Because, you see, as long as it comes to Guren there is some hope, but if we talk about Kureto... I don't think so..." "I know, however yesterday Shinya passed to tell me to pass before the meeting for the next mission. Perhaps there is hope." Kurena remarked it little convinced. "Let's hope." At the meeting room she noticed that there was only one person inside. And it wasn't Kureto. "Father..." She whispered astonished. The man turned in her direction. "Hello, Yurika." Come on, sit down. Close the door first." She felt her body tense. It wasn't a positive sign, but she obeyed trying not to show her own agitation. "Tomorrow at six you are going on a mission with Shinya and the Guren team." Again she thought. She shuddered thinking about what happened last time. "Another mission." Whispered her. "Yes." "Why are you telling me now? There is the meeting..." "Your brother has updated me on your latest interests. Tell me, is it true?" The girl gulped. "Yes, father." There was silence between the two. Yurika interpreted it as a negative sign. "Don't you believe me at the height of such a thing?" The father kept staring at her. Tenri thought Kureto was right. If the girl knew what they were going to do there was a chance she would try to stop them, she knew it would go like that. She was too much like her mother. He shook his hand at fist trying to hunt that thought. "Maybe I'm not at her height." Whispered Yurika. Tenri knew who she was talking about. She was referring to Mahiru. He was sure. "She was very helpful." Yurika felt particularly offended, it was as if he was saying that in comparison she wasn't worth anything. "Indeed. She died to follow your hands of power." "At least thanks to her a lot of people are still living, while because of you..." Yurika shuddered. Tenri made a short break by ashing the girl with the look. "I remember you that it's because of you if she's not there anymore. If you were never born your mother would never be dead." The girl's eyes widened, she knew how her mother died, but Tenri had never been pushed in there, he had never told her that. Her eyes were veiled with tears. Her father kept looking at her, perhaps he had exaggerated, but he had succeeded in getting what he wanted, he had deeply wounded her. With this he made sure that the daughter, at least for a while, would avoid asking inopportune questions. Tenri had realized that he couldn't, but especially that he didn't want to involve her in certain things. She would first have to learn to see the world for what it was: a brutal place, where there was no more room for feelings, where it was necessary to be strong if you wanted to survive. Yurika tried to send down what the father had told her, but she didn't want and couldn't show herself crying. Trying desperately to contain her tears she turned and ran away. Tenri didn't try to stop her. Maybe he really exaggerated. In the exit Yurika collided against someone. "Hey, try to look where you walk and then, I would remind you that there is the meeting there." Kureto was holding her for an arm intent on continuing his comment until he realized that his sister was crying. "Yurika... What?" And loosened the grip on the girl's arm. She ran away. Even Shinya had witnessed the scene and, just like Kureto, was upset. They never saw her crying. "Kureto... What do you think happened?" He kept walking. "I don't know, but I think my father helped." Answered by admitting his guilt. In the end he had been asking for help from Tenri, he thought that the man would find a way to change her mind even if he was wondering what the father had ever told her to make her cry. He knew that the relationship between the two wasn't the best, but they had never arrived at this point.

In the meantime Yurika had reached her room and, after making sure that she had closed the door with the key she threw herself on the bed to shed her tears. "A good demon would have at least tried to possess me." Blurted she at some point. After a moment the figure of the demon appeared at her side. "It doesn't seem like a nice thing to do. Not now." Yurika noticed her sad gaze. She sighed. "It almost seems like it was the destiny to make meet us. Maybe it wasn't a case that that day I chose your sword." "Maybe you're right. It was pretty hard today." "Well... Maybe, but it's the truth. She died because of me." "You shouldn't say these things." The demon scolded her. "But it is the truth..." She stopped, the voice broken from hiccups. Kurena remained looking at her. Soon after the room was wrapped in silence and the girl fell asleep. She was awakened by blows to the door. "Who is it?" She asked after approaching the door. "Yurika, it's me. Shinoa." The girl surprised her. What was the sister doing there? "What do you want?" "You let me in?" Yurika stared in front of it hesitant, then opened the door. Shinoa entered. "Why were you crying?" Straight to the point as always. She thought. She looked around not knowing well how to answer. "It was nothing..." She whispered turning her head sideways and lowering her gaze. She felt her sister's arms wrapped around her. "Liar. You never cry and if you did there must be a reason." Yurika remained motionless, struck by her gesture. "Nothing serious, Shinoa, just a quarrel with our father." The girl broke from her. "I'm sorry. It would be nice if we could be like a real family." And smiled at her. "Yes, it would be really nice, but at least it seems to me that you have made some friends." Her sister looked at her surprised. "It would seem si. Ah... Before I saw Guren, he said that tomorrow you have another mission." Yurika's mood changed. "Sadly yes. In these cases it seems that I'm useful." And Shinoa didn't have to ask who she was referring to. "Good luck anyway. I'll leave you!" "Thank you, Shinoa. See you soon." Yurika smiled after she was gone. She was one of the few people who she really cared for. She spent the rest of the day in her room reading and waiting for the time to go to sleep. She wanted to be well rested for the next day, but her sleep wasn't quite at all. She dreamed of long silver hair, cold hands and red eyes like blood.

"Ferid, why did you call me?" The thirteenth Progenitor Crowley Eusford entered the room where he would find the other vampire. Ferid was in front of the window with a glass of blood in his hand. He turned towards him. "Hi, Crowley, I'm glad you managed to reach me so quickly." Crowley sighed. "But you have not yet told me the reason for the summons..." "Oh... Don't worry. Tomorrow I want to take a ride and I will need your help to make a certain thing." "What is it?" He asked intrigued to the vampire. "You'll find out."

15/07/2017