A FIT OF MELANCHOLY -- yumi

[YŪKI SATŌ]

Don't Fret precious i'm here

Filth. That is what this place is fully of. Except for her. She is the only thing in the world that has ever been right in his eyes. Perfection at its finest. Dark hair, and dark almond shaped eyes, framed in a face that holds the purist look of innocence even though deep in those eyes lays the true nature of such a beautiful creature. A rose riddled with thorns - untouchable. How his chest swells with pride when he gazes upon her. To call her sister is the greatest honor in his life.

Drawing his jacket tighter Yuki walked along the school grounds trying to find a moment of escape away from the noise and filth. Games could become mundane and the year had only just begun. She is the only one keeping him sane, the one that anchors and balances him. The only one he never wishes to be with out.

Turning his gaze to the side he looks to her, seeks her out as if he was worried in the moments he wasn't looking she might have faded away. But as his dark eyes look her over he says not a word - did they ever need words? They had always been so in tune - two bodies, one mind, one soul. He didn't expect others to understand, let alone their aging Aunt. How often had she commented on how they needed space from one another? That they needed interests that were their own. But what did the hold hag know? Nothing.

Finally they reach the spot near the lake that he had been seeking. Far enough from the school that he doesn't have to worry about being overly stimulated by their 'peers' but close enough that the walk back will short and bearable. Shaking his arms out of his jacket he offered it to his sister, or more he drapes it over her shoulders - he isn't about to see her catch a cold from the onset of cold that is the Scottish fall. Looking out at the dark water Yuki let a sigh escape his lips.

"Do you remember the lake back - in Japan?" There was a pause in his speech, he had almost used the word home. But had they ever really had a home? Shipped from one place to another over their short life time - she, was his only constant, his home. "The one mother never wanted us to go near after, which one was she - the thirteenth? - after that nanny had her accident in it..." Slowly his lips parted into a wicked half smile as he recalled the dead nanny.

Turning to his sister he reached a hand out and pushed back her dark hair from her face so he could look fully at her face. Yes, his sister with the face of an angel - but they were not heaven sent, were they? "I would much rather be at that lake." He said softly as his dark eyes met with her's. He let his hand slip down her soft jaw line and fall down at his side. How many men had fallen for that face? How many men had thought they could capture her diamond heart? One so cold, beautiful, and unbreakable.

At seventeen it had become their choice to return to the school, to complete their years of study. Yuki would say it was perhaps the lesser of two evils, at least at school they had others around to entertain them and not just the hag who tried to buy their love and push herself into their life. Then again, they still had to wait, wait for the Australian government to declare their parents dead - then the money would be theirs. No longer would they have to rely on the hag. It would be just the two of them. Just this thought along brought a genuine smile to Yuki's lips. He wondered if Yumi knew just what he was thinking about - of course she did though, didn't she always?

"Maybe we can go back, when everything is...resolved." Yes, they would have the old Satō estate. Though - they were rejected by their family. Even if they were pure in blood their line was tainted by their mother. Impure in the sense that they carried the blood of a foreigner in their bodies. A union that had been made for political gain that the Satō family had benefited from, but still they were shunned. "Then we can resolve the rest of matters...."

Yes, the Satō family could pay for abandoning them. For letting them be shipped off to yet another country that they held no ties to. They were Satō in blood and name, this was not their country, this was not their tongue, and yet here they stood. Maybe he owed them thanks, maybe having their family reject them helped shape them into the strong young adults they were now. But he didn't dare think this. They were the ones who helped each other grow, they helped shape one another. No one else was to thank - not even their worthless parents. She was the only one who had ever helped him unlock his greatness, helped him to see just what potential lay dormant inside him just waiting to be tapped open.

Leaning down to her he pressed his lips into her hair line. Does she know how thankful he is that he gets to go through life with her? Some have asked him before what he thinks life would have been with out his twin - but he could never manage the thought. There is no him with out her. There is no life with out her. Drawing away slowly he turns his gaze back to the dark water. "One more year Yumi-chan..." His voice dropped off as his eyes grew distant. Their final year of childhood - if you could call it that. One more year to try and sort out their lives. What was to come after this? Yuki didn't know.

TAG: YUMI SATŌ
NOTES: sorry not my best starter!

[YUMI SATŌ]

The Black Lake, it's the only place in this whole stupid school that Yumi Sato actually likes, the sound of water flowing sounded peaceful to her ears, light wind gently pushing her short black hair back from her face, it's feather light touch on her skin, relieving, relaxing. This is one place she could breathe freely at, there's no one in sight, just the nature spread ahead of her, birds flying in flock across the sky.

Sometimes she wishes that she is a bird, if she could turn into one and fly faraway, the freedom where you can go any place you want, knowing that there's no one around telling you the stupid rules and you need not worry about where would you end up to be the next day, next month, or next year. She would bring Yuki to a place and build a country belongs to just the two of them, where people would bow to them and do things as they command.

What a dream, or perhaps not just a dream, a goal, that one day they will rule the world, together.

Breaking through her thoughts was him, she doesn't even need to see him to know he's near, her Yuki, her twin brother, it must be a twin thing, or the fact that they are simply the only two in the world, two only souls worthy to live. They belongs at the top of the world, but no, life is obviously having a wrenched sense of humor, or a particularly horrible taste, throwing them to the pair of irresponsible parents who care nothing more than themselves.

Those two selfish bastards deserved what got them, she wish they would die painfully.

She smiled her angelic smile when she felt him putting his jacket on her shoulders, his warmth sipped through the fabric of her own blouse, sending shivers across her skin felt like it was charge; "Thank you," she told him, reaching up her hands to pull the jacket closer, it smells of safety, the only one she knew of in this world. Turning around, Yumi stood up on her toes and gave him a light kiss on his smooth cheek as gratitude. Definitely the only time when she meant it, when she's with him.

She fit her arms around his slim waste and pull him closer to herself, resting her head on his chest like the old time, like always, and breathed a sigh the same time he did.

"Do you remember the lake back - in Japan?" his voice trembling under his chest triggering a small smile on her lips which quickly disappear the moment words sunk in. She gets what he's trying to say, those words he has said out loud and those he held back. No, Japan isn't their home, they don't have a home there, or here, or anywhere for that matter. Perhaps just not yet, but she's determined to create a home for them one day, and it will be high above all others in the world, untouchable, unreachable, just like they were born to be.

Nodding lightly, she lifted her head up so she could look at him, her eyes tracing the curves of his eyes, nose, lips, those delicate features no less beautiful than herself. He's more beautiful than any man she ever meets, or going to meet. That smile spread on her face echoing his at the mention of their nanny, like they're sharing an inside joke. "I remember," she answered, like she could ever forget that place and event, Yumi remembers every single times when her mother's face paled, like her prize collections, those memories of her being in distress. It was probably since that day that she set it as her goal to torture that woman in anyways she could. "And that was a beautiful lake too, too bad she ruined it," in a whinny tone she said, wrinkling her nose making a face like everything was that nanny's fault.

Well, it was her fault for thinking she can fix them two. It was all their fault for attempting to control their lives like they thought they could.

Her eyes fluttered shut when his hand touched her skin, the familiar action of him pushing her hair back, for so many times since they were both kids that he done that, she loves him remaining the only constant when everything else changes with rapid speed.

Going back to Japan sounds fine to her, although no, she isn't really fond of that place. The house where they grew up in held one too many unpleasant memories, the cold, empty halls and silence, the rules, the betrayal - how they were never really accepted even though they are better than anyone else, smarter, stronger, they were never treated like the true heirs of the Satō family, kicked around like balls from one place to another and given nowhere to belong to, "I look forward to that," she replied him, not a lie, she simply enjoys being with him, wherever he wants to go she'll gladly follow. What's she without Yuki around? Reaching out to hold his hand in hers. In another year, just another year and they would have freedom, they do not have to live with their aunt and her stupid family anymore, the day when they do not have to follow their stupid rules and do things their stupid ways.

"You know, Yuki-chan, we never really talk about what parting gifts we should give our beloved aunt and her family yet," she says, casual like one's discussing what should they have for dinner, no one listening would ever think anything more into the sentence than what she made it sounds literally, but her brother would get her. "And the graduation gift to the school," the brief smile spread across her face enough to raise goosebumps somewhat, the corners of her lips went up, and disappeared.



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Tagged: YŪKI SATŌ

by Paige