Re-

Konomi: Re KINDLE

The last time I saw Kanata, she was wearing a lacy white dress that ran all the way up to the two skinny hills known as her knees.

Her blonde hair was messy and flying around everywhere, like the startled birds she attempted to kick away as they pecked at the soft green grass that she rolled on. An adorable giggle escaped those innocent pink lips, they rang like silver bells in my head.

As for her face, a cute smile sat proudly on it, accompanied by those gleaming orange eyes lit up with the fire of youthful energy. Her little button nose was always peppered with pollen grains as golden as her heart.

A straw hat stood on her soft, lovely-to-pet head that accentuated her innocence even more, and a couple of yellow flowers were lucky enough to earn a spot in those soft, delicate hands.

The last time I saw Kanata, she was six. But—

I jolt up and twist over, as a pulse-like shock runs through my pale body. Whirling my head back, I find that my fingers brush against the familiar carpet, on a familiar, vibrating metal floor.

My ship.

As whatever remained of my sleep continued to drag me down back to the land of dreams, I stumbled over to the controls and set my collision course for Earth.

I do want to see Kanata.

And beat her up.

Hard.

She is my sister after all.

The ship turned around with a loud whir as the blue marble was almost touchable from the glass window...

Within a second, the ship had landed in the big city of Tokyo, and passers by ran off in terror.

But on the contrary, it.. wasn't me that scared them.

And what I saw..

I can never forget.

This time I saw Kanata, she was wearing a crimson red hoodie littered with badges and enamel pins.

Mere coloured scraps of metal that each had a tragic story to tell, and a rebellion to lead and symbolise.

Her blonde hair was now abruptly snipped short like her childhood, split into two halves.

The left, pink. Desire for blood.

The right, blue. Desire for justice to whatever had happened to her.

As for her face, a twisted grin sat proudly on it, accompanied by those gleaming orange eyes lit up with no longer the flame of youthful energy... but a gleam of hatred and bloodlust. A maniacal laugh rang from her mouth like an blaring alarm in my head.

Her little button nose now had a single speck of blood on the side. And those lovely, delicate hands.. Were now hugged with striped leather gloves, a roaring chainsaw between those now-callused fingers.

This time I saw Kanata, she was completely ripped of her old self.

But...

I still do want to see Kanata.

And give her a hug.

Hard.

She is.. still my sister after all.