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You can tell I really thought hard about the title for this one.
Title: Sibling Rivalry
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Family--Rivalry
Genre: Drama, Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“Look, Mama, I got all As. Michiru got a B in math.”
“Well, I’m on the swim team and in art club and I have violin lessons.”
“I have…”
“What, Momo?” their mother asked Michiru’s younger sister.
“Yeah, what? Playing with that cat of yours?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” The eleven-year-old stalked off.
* * *
“Momo! Where are you?” If she kept calling for her sister, she would find her. She would. Michiru nearly called out for her parents, because they weren’t behind her not breathing, they couldn’t be.
“Neesan! Michiru!” The voice started out as a yell, but ended more as a gurgle.
“Momo! You’re covered in blood; whose is it?” She wouldn’t, couldn’t, acknowledge that it was her sister’s own.
“I tried to save Phoebe, but the roof fell.” Momo gestured over to the broken body of her cat beside her. “She could have explained it to you, after I’m gone.”
“Gone? You’re not going anywhere!”
Momo smiled, blood dripping down her lip. “You’ll be a good Senshi.” She pressed a strange wand into her sister’s hand. “You’d have gotten the youma before it made the roof fall. You’re always so good at everything. Better than… me…”
“Momo? Momo!”
Title: Sibling Rivalry
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Family--Rivalry
Genre: Drama, Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“Look, Mama, I got all As. Michiru got a B in math.”
“Well, I’m on the swim team and in art club and I have violin lessons.”
“I have…”
“What, Momo?” their mother asked Michiru’s younger sister.
“Yeah, what? Playing with that cat of yours?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” The eleven-year-old stalked off.
* * *
“Momo! Where are you?” If she kept calling for her sister, she would find her. She would. Michiru nearly called out for her parents, because they weren’t behind her not breathing, they couldn’t be.
“Neesan! Michiru!” The voice started out as a yell, but ended more as a gurgle.
“Momo! You’re covered in blood; whose is it?” She wouldn’t, couldn’t, acknowledge that it was her sister’s own.
“I tried to save Phoebe, but the roof fell.” Momo gestured over to the broken body of her cat beside her. “She could have explained it to you, after I’m gone.”
“Gone? You’re not going anywhere!”
Momo smiled, blood dripping down her lip. “You’ll be a good Senshi.” She pressed a strange wand into her sister’s hand. “You’d have gotten the youma before it made the roof fall. You’re always so good at everything. Better than… me…”
“Momo? Momo!”