You are the second daughter of the flame hero endeavor. Him being the father it is it's hard to know if he loves and cares for you. You decide to become a hero to have that attention you've always wanted. Wanting this so badly you push all romantic...
I run up to Touya. "Touya look I drew a picture of us." I say. "Really let me see squirt." He says. He picks me up and I show him the picture. It's cute want to go hang it up in the closet?" He asks. "It's not the closet it's our club house." I say.
"Okay club house." He says. "Yes." I say. "Okay then." He says then gives me a piggy back ride. He puts me down and gets some tape. He tapes it on the wall. "Big brother does mama not like me?" I ask. "What makes you say that? Of course she likes you you're her daughter." He says.
"Well I go to see her or walk passed her she never smiles or talks to me like Fuyumi, Natsuo and, Shoto." I say drawing more pictures. He holds me tight. I feel him cry. "What's wrong Touya?" I ask and hug him. He kisses my forehead. "Nothing. It's just sad that you feel that way." He says. "It's okay Touya I love you and you make me happy. Do I make you happy?" I ask and give him a tissue from my dress pocket. "Of course you do squirt." He says.
Time skip
I cry a bit as a dog comes closer to me. "T-Touya." I say backing up. I sniffle. "Touya!" I say. "Shoo." Touya says. The dog leaves and Touya picks me up. "It's ok I got you. It won't come back." He say. I rub my face on his shirt wiping my tears on his shoulder.
Present
I hold myself and sit in the closet. It's not fair. I grip my arms. How can they act like she's someone worth wasting time and energy on. She's evil doing the worst kind of favoritism. Dad will be mad at me probably. I hear his footsteps.
The light is turned on in the room. He steps to the closet. He opens it and looks at me. I wipe my tears and look away. "Can I join you?" He says. I scoot over. (This is like a big walk in closet.) He sits in the closet with me and shuts the door.
He silent. He doesn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." He says. I nod. He rubs my head. "I know why you did it. Went to see her." He says. I look to him.
"You wanted them to feel like they had a chance of a normal family. Of them having a mother again. You hoped that she was better for their sake. I noticed you as a child. You never really wanted to be around your mother. You saw her as just someone you lived with." He says. I nod. "She didn't give me love and affection like Natsuo Fuyumi and Shoto. She never smiled at me or even waved to me. She never was a mother to me. She always had this blank stare. A look of disappointment. Yet I didn't do anything. When she got put in the hospital. The moment before she gave me this look. It was terrifying.
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As if she put all of the blame and anger towards me. I was relieved to be honest that I didn't have to worry about her. I was upset with myself. I couldn't protect Shoto from her. I should have protected him how Touya protected me. He always pulled me away when I got too close her. I think he knew that she hated me before I did. She looked at him the same way. So he felt the need to protect me. To prevent something like that from happening." I say.
He rubs my head. "It wasn't your place to protect him. You were only a child. You know why she didn't love you as much as the others don't you?" He asks. I nod. "Cause I look like you. I remember the day when we were supposed to visit her. Me,Touya and, Shoto couldn't go see her. I remember the lie the doctor told us. It's probably best that you stay right here. She's in a lot of pain. Once Fuyumi and Natsuo came out it clicked." I say.
"I'm sorry for the pain I put you through." He says and caresses my cheek. This affection is something I needed as a child. I press my cheek against his hand.
He rubs his thumb against the scar. I wince a little. He gives this stare I've never seen before. I hold him tight. He holds me tight and exhales. "I love you." He says. I just stay silent from the statement in shock for a bit.
"I love you too." I say. I ease up. I feel safer. I really thought he'd be furious with me. "How come you're not mad at me?" I ask. "Because it's not your fault she's treated you that way. It's rare that you show emotions that any of us do. So seeing and hearing what you had to say it made me feel more upset with myself. Besides I needed them out. Their presence bothers me." He say. I nod.
"You need to talk with your siblings though. This will have to be dealt with sooner or later." He says. "I know and I'm sorry for ruining Thanksgiving." He says. "It's okay. It's never been our holiday anyway." He says. I get up then he gets up. We leave the closet.
