Not your sister
Part 1
Imagen izana having a sister. Both children searched despred for someone to call family or parents while forgetting that they still have at least each other
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Mikiko POV
To walk a path knowing that you don't have a real family. How do you do that? I knew something was wrong. I was only 5, but I saw in my big brother's gaze that something was wrong. Was I different?
A few days ago, a woman came by. She had a 4-year-old girl with her who looked just like her. She didn't say much and just took us with her.
The woman, where my brother Izana and I lived before and whom we called Mother, we never saw again from that day on.
The woman who took us in introduced herself to me and my three years older brother as Karen Kurokawa. She smoked a lot, but you got used to it.
She told us that her husband had cheated on her with our mother. Our mother didn't want us anymore. Why, I asked myself first. Why didn't she want me? Wasn't she still my mother ? Why didn't she wanted her child? Am I not good enough?
But these thoughts faded, and eventually, everything felt like a family again. Emma as my little sister. Izana, my big brother who still loved me.
And as our mother Karen. But she didn't really like it when we called her Mother. She always said it made her feel so old and made a disgusted face.
I didn't understand again. Being a mother must be great. You can build your own family. Izana and I enjoyed this time very much.
Our own family. We also got along well with Emma. Especially since I Emma and I didn't have such a big age difference.
But Karen, our mother, I didn't know if I was always angry with her or if she didn't like me. It was mean. She was always so mean to me even when I didn't do anything. I never saw my father even once. I didn't remeber his name even if he had many names 'ex husband', 'stupid man' or 'your scrumpbag father'.
I called this strange man, I had never seen before, still Father. But every family needed a second parent, right? A father who provides for the family?
At least, that's how it was in the books that Emma and I read.
Emma often dreamed about what it would be like to have a father who was there. In Vaterstadt, however, we always give Izana something as a joke.
He was still happy.
Emma, however, did not just dream of it. In the books she read, she dreamed of what it would be like to get married.
She dreamed of a prince who would pick her up on a horse. I usually laughed then.
My dream was certainly not that; I didn't dream of princes. I dreamed of parents who loved me.
A family, loving parents, and a beautiful house where Emma, Izana, and I then lived with them.
But this dream seemed impossible to achieve because our mother said she couldn't raise us. I didn't understand what she meant by that.
Izana already did, but he smiled, went along with it, and gave Emma hope that he would never separate us all in this lifetime.
I believed my older brother.
But that hope faded. Emma was supposed to live with my father's family. Apparently, he also had two other children.
But Izana and I were supposed to go to the orphanage. I found that unfair. I mean, Izana and I were also the children of this man.
Why weren't we allowed to go there together with Emma?
Emma noticed my displeasure when Izana and I were picked up. I looked at the ground.
But when Izana put a hand on my shoulder and grinned at me, I looked up again. I smiled.
"Don't worry, Emma, we'll find you later,"
said Izana with a smile to Emma.
Just that sentence alone lifted my spirits.
"That's true, it won't separate us forever." Now I smiled at Emma too.
"Exactly! And then we'll play together again."
Then Izana and I were taken away. From there on, we lived in the children's home. From that day on, we never heard anything from Emma or our mother again.
At first, I was still worried about how Emma was doing. I knew she would get homesick very quickly. I still had Izana here, but she was now on her own.
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Emma POV
Days after the farewell, my mother dropped me off in front of a house. She said I should ring the bell.
Me? Me alone? I stared at the bell before turning back to her, but she was already almost gone. I only saw the smoke from her cigaret slowly disappearing in the air.
Fear overcame me. She had never left me completely alone.
"What do I do now?"
I pressed the canvas against the doorbell button.
It didn't take long for an older gentleman to look at me in confusion. I rummaged thru my pocket and pulled out a note that my mother had slipped in earlier, which I was supposed to give to the person who opened the door.
I held out the note to him.
He took it.
Let a calm look wander over my small face like it remembered it him of something and he sighed.
After that, he invited me in. He asked if I was thirsty. I shook my head.
Everything smelled so foreign. I just wanted to go home. Where I then saw Izana and mikiko again and could live with both of them again.
One day later, I also got to know the other two children. One was 11 years older than me and the other 1 year, he was the same age as Mikiko. Shinichiro and Manjiro, as I later learned. They were nice, very nice indeed, but I missed my home.
They didn't really understand this, especially not the boy who was only a year older than me. I didn't talk much and often just thot about how Izana and Mikiko were doing now.
But this one-year-younger boy and his older brother somehow managed to reach me. I felt like I had a home again. This boy even changed his and his friend's names just so I would find it easier to pronounce their names.
From now on, I was supposed to call him Mikey and his friend Edward.
Strangely, even tho I liked this new home more and more each day, but at the same time i still missed Mother, Izana, and Mikiko.
I promised myself that I would see everyone again, especially my sister and brother, and that we would become a family together again. In my mind, I hold onto the promise that they made to find me.
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Mikiko POV
It was almost embarrassing. Izana and I had a family, unlike these other kids here. Yes, we could just walk out of here and go to Emma. There was our family.
Izana didn't understand that, but he always told me that I was the one who didn't understand.
It was winter, and we both sat in thick winter jackets in the snow.
"Man, Mikiko, just understand it already, we don't have a family anymore."
"No, Izana, you don't understand."
"We are different from them.We have a family!"
"No, we don't. We have non."
"YES, WE DO!!"
I abruptly stood up from the snow and stared at my big brother in frustration.
Why doesn't he just understand?
I asked myself, annoyed.
"No, Mikiko, we don't have any." Neither our biological mother, our adoptive mother, nor Emma. None of them. "We don't have a family."
I stared at him. I didn't want to hear that. I DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR THAT!
My eyes widened. I was angry. At him? No, because a voice deep inside me said he was right. I ran away. Somewhere Izana wouldn't think to look for me first.
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Izana POV
Mikiko stormed away angrily. I sighed.
"She will never understand," I said to myself, not noticing that a boy was standing behind me.
"What...?"
I heard a quiet, gentle boy's voice behind me. I didn't bother to turn around.
"That we don't have a family."
"No one here has a family," replied the young voice, which now sat down next to me on the snowy ground.
"I know, that's why we're here."
The boy didn't respond and, like me, stared at the sky as the slow snowflakes fell.
After a while, the stranger and I were still sitting in the snow when Mikiko came back. I noticed her when she stood behind me and looked down at me. She had the same snow-white hair as I did.
I am your family,
I told myself in my thoughts as I admired our resemblance while she blocked my view of the sky with her face.
Then slowly, drops fell on my cheek. They came softly and ran down my cheek until they landed in the snow, briefly staining it. They weren't my tears. They were hers.
"but can't we go to Emma?" I heard her sobbing while her tears were still falling on my face.
"She has her own family now.That's not ours," I said calmly. But inside me, it screamed: yes, it was ours, but they didn't want us.
No one wants us. But I could never have said that to Mikiko in my life. She would continue to cry, which she already did too often.
And so the days went by. The strange boy turned out to be Kakucho; he was new to the orphanage, having lost both his parents in a car accident.
After a while, he became my closest friend. A friend I had never had before. We made plans for an empire, a kingdom, a kingdom for all the children who had no family. In this kingdom, I would be the king, Mikiko as my little sister the princess, and Kakucho our servant and knight.
Sometimes I would even prefer that to knowing that you had none and that no one wanted you. Mikiko, however, was also slowly losing her belief in a possible family. She lost her hope for it.
But better now than when it becomes so great that it suddenly shatters and destroys her beneath it.
But one day, something changed. A boy came to our wise house. The caregivers called Mikiko and me to them. There, we saw him for the first time. Our big brother Shinichiro. It was a strange feeling when he told us we were his family.
For the first time, hope blossomed within me. We would be brought together with Emma, Mikiko and I would finally have a family, a real family, to which we would belong.
At first, I didn't trust him, but he fascinated me. Mikiko liked him from the very beginning and saw him immediately as her brother. So despred to having her dream from being in a family with emma coming true. She was so naive. She believed every word he said.
This Shinichiro could have said that he was the prince of Japan, and she would have believed him. And here I thot she had given up her dream of a family that was related to us.
After a while, I even started calling him brother, just like Mikiko did. Now it was always "when is Brother Shinichiro coming back." I was happy. Finally, someone we were related to.
A family that would never leave us. Shinichiro came to us. He wouldn't leave us.
He promised to take us to him so that we could all live together.
But time passed, and Mikiko and I remained in the orphanage. Mikiko had hope every day that today would be the day we would be adopted. But that day never came.
I was tired of waiting. Didn't Shinichiro want to see us either?
I decided to visit our old adoptive mother. Karen Kurokawa. I met her as usual in an arcade. She had a cigaret in her mouth, noticed me, but clearly didn't feel like talking to me.
I asked, and she answered.
"You were just the child of my ex-husband with a Filipino woman. What a useless man. In the end, he was hunted down by such thugs and died."
"Do you get it?"
I fell silent.
"I'm not your mother."
My eyes were still wide open. I didn't want to believe it, but there was no other explanation. No, I didn't even have any relatives. Shortly thereafter, she told me that Mikiko and I were also not related to Emma or the Sanos.
Mikiko maybe, but definitely not me. I hated this idea. I hated this truth. I hated it so much. Why couldn't I have just that one thing? I just wanted a family that is related to me.
Later, I met Shinichiro. I now knew why things weren't progressing, why he hadn't adopted me and Mikiko. Why he didn't want to adopt us. We were not related.
We talked, but he didn't understand. He didn't understand that all I wanted was a family that was related to me. Yes, I had Mikiko, but was I even with her?
I felt like I was in hell. I didn't have one. No human soul. No family. No one I could really call family. Everyone had someone. Someone he could call something like family, something protected. Why can't I?
I went back to the orphanage. Passed by parents shopping or walking with their children. And me? I had to go back into that hole. The hole of lost children's souls. The hole where everyone stayed like me. Direct path to hell.
But when I arrived back at that hated place where I had to endure for several more years until I turned 18, a radiant face ran toward me. Behind Mikiko, a caregiver who was trying to calm my sister, if I could even call her that.
Mikiko's face showed no sorrow, no forced hope as in the past few days. No, just pure joy. Something too pure.
She held a note in front of my face; I looked at her, confused but also annoyed, until I took it from her hand to read it. I froze. That wasn't a real letter, not a painted picture... those were papers for an application to take Mikiko in as a foster child. My throat felt like i couldn't breathe anymore. Why did I suddenly feel so suffocated? I mean, was she even my sister?
I looked at her. She smiled at me.
"I'm getting a family!" she announced to me cheerfully. I put on a forced smile. Why did. Did she do that to me? Did she want to be a parent so much that she would trade me for it?
But then she looked at me again with a cheerful smile. "You know, Izana, I've decided I don't want to go to Emma and Shinichiro anymore."
" I'm building my own family. A completely new one!"
She said it so calmly, yet I heard the disappointment and her hurt beneath her otherwise so feigned cheerful voice.
"And me?" slipped out of my mouth without thinking.
I looked at her as if she had already planned all of this.
"I don't think Shinichiro will come to get us anymore. You'd better build your own family too. And we will always remain the secret sibling alliance, I promise. The woman who wants to adopt me even said she would adopt you too, if you want!"
I fell silent. Did Mikiko mean it seriously? Start a family of her own? She's lost her mind.
What if she disappoints her again, disappoints us? No one wanted us, so why should a stranger like her want to be part of our family now?
"I'll think about it..."
I murmured before passing by Mikiko and approaching Kakucho, who was waiting on the playground. I told him about Mikiko's plan. He laughed and grinned at me.
"Sounds great" I looked at him. Exactly not. It sounded too perfect.
"And what about you, Kakucho?"
"Well, I'll stay here, there's no other place I can go,"
he said with a grin. I had to laugh. He was right. This was indeed hell, but there was no other place where I would have fit better.
In that moment, I made a decision. I would stay here but come to visit Mikiko every day with Kakucho. It would probably be best to let Mikiko have her own family now. Better I stay in hell than the other way around.
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Emma POV
Years passed. At some point, I lost a sibling again. This time, however, completely forever. The other two were still alive. I was now 13 years old.
Izana and Mikiko still didn't come to visit me, as they had promised. Both of them wanted to find me. We were family... why didn't both of them come?
When I was younger, I didn't dare to do such things, but now I was sure. If they don't find me, I'll find the two of them.
I still remembered that both of them had been put into something like a home. Although Izana told me at the time during the farewell that it was an institution, that doesn't really make sense. Unless he meant a children's home by that.
I checked out a few places alone, didn't tell Mikey where I was, and just said I was going to a friend's. I had to do this alone. I was a hundred percent convinced of that.
At some point, I also found what I was looking for. In a children's home, two children named Izana Kurokawa and Mikiko Kurokawa were once accommodated. I beamed when the staff member told me this.
"So both of them are there? I absolutely have to see to both of them—"
I was so excited that I simply interrupted the receptionist and started talking. But she interrupted me with a studied response.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Izana Kurokawa ran away a few years ago, and Mikiko Kurokawa was adopted a few years before that."
"As for Izana, we have no idea where he is right now, and regarding his sister, she has stated that she does not wish to have contact with former family members."
I froze. I stared at the lady as if she were just telling me a fairy tale.
"What...?" barely escaped my mouth.
she doesn't want anything to do with me? But she is part of my family... she belongs to me
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