{Daughter Of A Man Named Wolverine}

[9] Its Only The Beginning

Yuki why are you suffering?  I see the clouds.  Shouldn’t you be better by now? A worried Father. Why haven’t you forgotten me? A broken woman.  Is it what I think it is? He’s there in the ruins. True love? I need to lie.

I woke with a shudder, ‘What the hell was that? Wait, no more questions; I don’t need to ask anymore my head feels like it was just cracked open on pavement. Which is impossible, what the hell?’ I took a deep breath, and laughed. I literally just asked myself another question; I shook my head. I didn’t know if that was a dream or something I was to pay attention to.

It didn’t matter, You sure bout that? I looked to my left to notice Akuma staring out the sliding glass window.

“It didn’t. Just a random dream…” 

Akuma scoffed. ‘Every dream matters, you have to dream before your dreams can come true.’ she faded from the window and appeared at the foot of my bed.

“Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Your words mean nothing if I cannot feel them.” I muttered to counter her, she laughed.

‘Yet you do.’ She rubbed in.

I growled in frustration , clenched my blanket and threw it over my head. It took me a moment- after sulking- to notice Logan was missing. The first emotion to hit me was fear. My next reaction was easy to guess. Panic. Where is he? Was it an illusion? I took  a deep breath. No, no. I need to be calm.  I closed my eyes and ruffled my hair under the blanket.

Without removing the blanket I searched for his smell under the blanket; then threw the blanket and continued my search. I felt like an old lady in a candle shop searching for the her fix of the right candle- sad thing was I’ve seen that happen, but it didn’t matter at this moment and time. I found his scent and its odor  was weak but was there. I threw myself back on to my pillow with fat smile on my face.

‘Ugh I think I preferred the depressed you better.’  Akuma whined. I smiled and gave a villainous laugh. I didn’t care for what she thought; I finally met my father.  ‘At the expense of your mother.’  I looked over to  her; she hadn’t moved from her last location. “Low blow.”  She now laughed. “Is it? Did you ever care for her?” She walked now to a wall that was situated  only 4 feet on the side of my bed. I sat myself up. Thing was I didn’t know if I did or didn’t, but was real was I lost a family member. “She was just as important to me as Chad an-“

“Don’t bullshit me. You feel nothing don’t you? She should mean nothing. She was never there for you, Chad was don’t compare her to him..ever.”

I laughed, a sad laugh, now.  “Sounds almost like you cared for him.” She now growled.

“Yeah I know she wasn’t there for me and he was but like him she was family and I will always care for her and him.”

It was hard for me to realize even after I said I would care for her why I should.  Confusion gripped me, its grip made me think. I threw the covers off my legs and slipped my feet on to the carpet. I grabbed the edge of the bed then looked up. I studied the paint on the wall the paint that now had cracks and now was barely holding on to the wall. That’s when it hit me, the reason was so clear.

I would care because those days that she was there for she was the moon in the dark forest I was in. She did what Chad had to continue for her and like her Chad prevented the paint from cracking, he prevented me from becoming the animal I feel so destined to be. Even with all this realization they were both gone and with all things in life fairness is never a part of it. With this in life-