rohan kishibe's childhood

sugimoto onee-san

"Rohan, hurry out the window!"

it was so blurry. he felt his legs shaking as he crawled onto the roof, hands first. he whirled his head to look behind to see a hand grabbing and slamming the window shut as what looked like red liquid splattered the glass.

" onee-san? " he whispered in a broken voice. he wiped a few tears from his face before he scrambled to the side of the roof, crying out as he slid down the roof tiles onto a bush twenty feet below.

" onee.. san... onee..." he cried to himself as pain embraced him. his vision went dark. everything was quiet.

All he saw.

pale arms reaching toward him, but the hands were severed from just above the wrists. wavy, rosy pink hair extending down to the shoulders. gentle eyes, dripping pearls of water. a kind, but disheartened smile.

"stay safe, little one." a voice whispered.

" onee-san? " he whispered back. he got no response.

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he woke up in a cold sweat, tears coming from his eyes. His arms and legs were trembling as he sat up and looked around. He was in his room. He flinched as the door opened.

" Rohan? " A voice asked. It was his mother. She gasped as she saw what condition he was in and she hurried in, sitting next to him. She placed a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. "Are you alright, dear? Did you have a dream?" she asked with worried eyes. He nodded, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. "I'm okay. it was just a dream, momma."

"Was it scary?" she placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair gently. "Yeah, but I'm okay now." he grinned. She sighed with relief then stood up. "We're visiting Sugimoto-san today, so you should get dressed." His mom said with a small grin. He felt like his heart sunk in his chest, but he nodded. "Alright." he shrugged.

It happened seven years ago, but he just never got over it.

He remembered the terrifying feeling he experienced that day. when the girl, whom he called his big sister, was announced dead. the feeling he felt when he watched the lifeless body on the stretcher getting carried to the ambulance. He saw the body on the stretcher, which was uncovered; her hands were sliced clean off and there was said to be a big gash in her back. He was told the next day that although she was announced dead, they still tried to revive her. They failed. The feeling of rage when the newspapers spread about his older sister figure he loved so dearly, who perished in cold-blooded murder.

"Also, it's your twelfth birthday next week. What do you want?"  he heard his mother's voice and he came back from a bit of a daydream. "Oh- I want a new sketchbook! And new pens and ink!" he grinned. She laughed and made her way to the door. " Alright, you got it. " she smiled. " come out when you're ready, we'll walk there," she said as she closed the door.

He sat there in silence for a minute before he stood up to get dressed. It took him a few minutes, but then he slipped on his shoes, then walked out. His mother was waiting at the door, her handbag slung across her shoulder. She smiled and opened the door, waving to him. He walked out and closed the door behind him, then they walked on the sidewalk together.

There wasn't a particular event or anything special happening, so Morioh was pretty average that day.

They walked toward a woman with short black hair. She held the hand of her small son, who had a strange-looking hairstyle.

"Satoko!" the woman greeted his mother. They grinned and greeted each other, but Rohan gave dirty looks to the woman's son. He stuck his tongue out at him when his mother wasn't looking. He just didn't like that kid.

Their mothers talked for a little while until the other woman, who Rohan heard his mother address as 'Tomoko', said she had to hurry to pick something up from the laundromat. They waved and departed from each other, and then they were on their way again.

They stopped to pick up some food from a nearby cafe, which was conveniently placed near the cemetery. They ate first, then went to enter the cemetery.

Rohan always went ahead first, because he always remembered where her tombstone was placed; how could he forget?

He walked right up to her tombstone and kneeled in front. He didn't mind if his knees got dirty. His mother was right behind him, her hands at her heart.

Rohan only cried twice visiting her, and that was when he was five and six; they visited every year since she passed. After that, he simply smiled when he visited - Not because he was numb to the pain, but because he wanted to show her he could be strong without her. So that she wouldn't get sad because she missed him.

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The visit was uneventful. They simply stood there and said a few prayers before they left. They walked on back to the house in silence.

When they reached the house, it was about lunchtime.

"What do you want for lunch, Rohan?" His mother asked as he took off his shoes and set them to the side of the door. "I'll have whatever." he shrugged as he went to his room. He left the door partially open, then he sat at his desk. He pulled out his sketchbook and a pen, then began to sketch whatever he first thought of.

and of course, she was the first thing he thought of.

( tee hee yes that is my art,, dont steal or ill fuck your mom LMAOOO )