-currently, this is rated PG-13 and will most likely stay like that. There will be topics of controversy in the plot.
Another Author's Note:
I hope you enjoy the story. :)
She could feel it. That legendary pain was ripping though her body. One minute she was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, the next she was clutching one hand on the faucet and the other on her large belly. Cold sweat began to drench her dress; her breathing became heavy and raspy. The baby was coming too soon.
"Onee-san," she heard the sweet voice cry.
Bless the child, she thought. Her sister rushed to her side. She was the only person in the world to truly care for her. Ever since Otou-san and Okaa-san departed for the next world, it was only them and now...she was not sure about now.
Her knees gave into the pain.
She placed her hand on her sister's cheek. They never looked alike. Her sister was always dark. She easily tanned in the sun, her hair colour was the same as the crows' feathers, and people assumed she was the plain one. She was lanky, her hands resembled those of men, and her brown eyes were too small for her face.
No, she was not the plain one.
She was slim, her hands reflected the hard labour she did, her chocolate eyes and face gave her the impression she was perceptive to every moment. She was the better sister.
"Onee-san! We have to get you to-,"
"No," she said, trying her best to muster the strength to talk and keep the baby from coming, "you can't. Remember the plan."
She clutched her sister's rough hand, "No, you promised me. I promised you."
Her mind was beginning to confuse things. Did she even make a plan? She never made a promise to her sister...
"Neh," she heard the distant yet close voice of her sister, "you can't let him come into this world without any help. Let me get Takuma-san."
Takuma-san was the next-door neighbour. She did not trust that hag. She knew the old woman was one of them. She hated old women and their perfect innocent masks.
"No," she said sternly.
She removed her hand from the faucet and placed it on her belly. The contractions were too close. Her body wanted to push, but she couldn't. She knew she was going to die. She knew that. She did not want to leave her baby sister alone. She was only 16. All she wanted was to ensure that she got into Keio University and become a lawyer. Her sister could be great. She could stamp out all the corrupted politicians and refuse to turn a blind eye on the yakuza. Yes, she is going to be great.
She screamed, feeling her body going into auto-drive. Her belly was tightening itself.
"Where are you going?!"
She watched her sister dart across their small apartment, searching for little things. She returned with many towels, the baby tub and many other things she could not register in her mind.
"Onee-san, please open your legs."
She shook her head. It was too soon. She did not to go away yet. Just a little more time with her.
"Stop being selfish! Do you want to kill him?"
She did not want to answer. The word, yes, was on the tip of her lips. She did not hate the baby. Life was going to be difficult for him. His father would surely take him away and lead him down a life where his aunt would be his enemy. The two people she loved most on opposite sides?
"It's coming! I can see him. Push, push."
But maybe there would be a way to keep fate from happening? What if she made her sister drop the baby in Shibuya? In an alley near the designers'? What if a kind, rich couple took him in and raised him to be in another field? Far from crime and injustice? From sex trafficking? From drugs and alcohol?
She chose to use all her strength and get him out. He will lead a different life.
The pain subsided and she heard the faint cry of a baby. Through her hazy sight, she saw the look of wonder on her sister's face.
"W-w-what's," she tried to say.
Her sister answered her unspoken question. Simply, she said, "It's a girl."
"Yes and she looks like me too!"
Good, she thought, she'll have a chance.