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It's Always Good-Bye
By: Kirei Ryuusei Date: March 6, 2011, 1:08 pm
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This was like an ultra old Umineko one-shot I made on ff.net
because I totally loved Ange and thought her character was
tragic.
Good-bye.
Good-bye seemed like the only words that were common to me. I
remember when I was squeaking a farewell to my older brother.
Sick with a fever, as he and our parents were departing for
Rokkenjima. His smile beaming as he proclaimed "I'll return to
you, I promise. You just get better, Ange"
I still recall his lumbering figure enter a sleek black
limousine. His disheveled crimson hair fluttering with his
confident stride. As the door shut with a THUNK the dark tinted
windows rolled down. My brother's beaming grin as he said "Ja
ne, Ange!"
I smiled as I waved "Ja ne!"
Days passed. Anxiously I awaited my family's return to me. Where
my parents would embrace me and for Battler return to play with
me. Like a flower patiently waiting for the light to break
through the darkness. However, my sunshine never rose. Dawn
never happened. An eternal twilight loomed as a beating came
from the door.
As soon as the door opened, there was a woman standing before
me. She was pretty, with orange hair in a bun, but that beauty
was lost behind a scowl formed on her face. An oriental dress
was her garb with a large folding fan in her slender hands. Her
voice laced with resentful venom queried "Are you Ushiromiya
Ange?"
The terrifying beauty made me want to withdraw. Just slam the
door in her face. Maybe that would've made the nightmare
disappear. I regret not trying to avoid the lady's message.
"Ushiromiya Ange, I am your oba-san, Ushiromiya Eva, your family
has died on Rokkenjima. Since both most of your other guardians
have also died, I am the only one left as your guardian." she
coldly reported to me.
Warm tears began spilling. Otou-san, oka-san,
onii-chan...they're all dead? I refused to believe it. They were
going on a vacation and coming back. That's right...onii-chan
even promised me he'd come back to me. He couldn't be gone! He
just couldn't!
I wiped at the water falling from my eyes with my hands. The
tears refused to stop. I started hiccupping as I continued,
oblivious to my aunt's growing fury. Clear droplets ran down my
cheeks until...
WHAP!
A sharp pain was on my cheek. Throbbing and numb where a
handprint was. I held onto the sore area and gazed mournfully at
my assailant. Eva towered over my six-year-old body. Her frown
only deepened "Stop crying! It's disgraceful! Now you're under
my charge so now you will act like an Ushiromiya."
That was the beginning to my misery, and the end to the joy I
held. Good-bye...my family, my old life...
Eva was never the mother I knew. If anything she was my jailer,
I, her prisoner. Bound to the business and professionalism of
the Ushiromiya family. I, Ushiromiya Ange, remained the sole
heir to the family's fortune. I knew that Eva never wished for
this. She had a son, a promising businessman, George. He along
with her danna departed from the world, like my own. My
punishment was her harsh farewell to her beloved...
Enrolled in the St. Lucia Academy, forced me to reside among the
richer, more prosperous people's daughters. A bitter end to the
Halcyon Days. Before my endless nightmare I had many friends in
the school I attended. However, unlike the student that I was
accustomed to, these girls merely stared at me with piercing
stony eyes. Good-bye to my carefree ways, replaced with
solitude.
"What's with these stupid hair accessories?" one of those
cruel-hearted girls, Catherine, demanded. Her hand gripped my
crimson hair. The hair like my older bother. I winced at pain as
she tugged at my locks "Aren't we in middle school? You
shouldn't be wearing such childish things"
I've surrendered my previous lifestyle. My mannerism and
attitude were forced to change. Even my caretakers had shifted.
I said good-bye to them all. However, those hair 'childish' hair
barrettes were the only fragment of my broken old life I was
able to keep and I refused to bid adieu to that as well.
"Oi, oi, what's wrong with an unique sense of style?" a voice,
one that I'd always be grateful for, called.
Takahara Miharu. In the same grade as I was, though she was a
year younger because of her birthday. Her dark green hair was
always tied from her face and hazel eyes that had held mischief.
Miharu, as far as I heard, was the resident rebel. Though she
was a straight A student with a hand in almost all activities,
she got in trouble often. Her record of 'altercation' with other
students and her 'indecency' of her uniform were proof.
Miharu hung her elbow on Catherine's shoulder. A sly smirk
graced her face "You know demoralizing a fellow classmate is
against the student behavior of St. Lucia, Cathy."
"Takahara, don't talk like we're familiars" Catherine glared at
her as she pushed Miharu's elbow off.
"Well we are" the green-haired lady replied "You and I have been
in the same grade since elementary. I've been invited to a few
of your gatherings as well. Plus you know my name, so wouldn't
that not make us familiars, or acquaintances?"
She was right on that point. I was surprised when she hung her
arm on my shoulders "So, let's be nice ladies, ne? C'mon
Ange-chan."
I was led away from those girls I despised so much. And was led
to a new light, a star within my darkness.
"Hey, Ange-chan!" I heard Miharu call "Let's have lunch
together!"
Slightly taken back, I stuttered "B-But you don't even know me"
Hazel eyes stared at my blue ones "So? Isn't that the point of
having lunch with a person?"
"You shouldn't involve yourself with me, no one cares to stay
near me" I warned.
Again she responded "So? No one likes me, so that's not a
problem!"
Quickly, I became friends with Miharu. Our relationship was
rather strange. The green-haired girl's energetic personality
clashed with my own stoic personality. Though I never admitted
it to anyone, Miharu was my own family. Eva-oba-san knew that
and yelled at me to stop interacting with her. However, I
refused to give up this miniature paradise that I found.
Then that day came.
"You're going where?" I asked my 'sister'.
She sadly repeated "America. My father has major business there.
So me and my mom are moving with him to New York in America. But
don't worry; we'll come back here for holidays. And there's a
such thing as calling and letters you know."
Miharu seemed to have this unnatural ability to know what I'm
thinking. She was saying that to assure our relationship would
not falter with distance. I thought that I was losing that
sanctuary, that home, I had found in her. I hated how I had to
say good-bye to that as well.
I went to the airport to see her off. Her arms wrapped around me
in an embrace. I swore I felt droplets fall onto my clothes just
as clear water ran down my cheeks. I was saying good-bye.
Another thing torn from life.
Something cold was placed around my neck. I looked down to see a
chain with a key on the end. It was Miharu's heirloom from her
grandmother. She smiled "It fits you well, Ange-chan."
"Miharu! You can't give me this!" I cried.
"Why not?" her hazel eyes glinted with mischief "It's my
necklace after all. I want you to keep it. Just so you have your
own paradise in this cruel life of yours. It's not 'sayonara'
it's 'ja ne' get it?"
My eyes widened "Wha-"
"Miharu, hurry!"
Her arms embraced me once again. Before she was taking off to
catch up with her parents. She turned back around and waved. Her
voice called through the bustling airport "Ja ne Ange-chan! See
you again!"
I waved back. Once hand in the air, the other clinging to my
sister's gift. I could never say good-bye to her. Or so I
thought.
Miharu had told me that she'd take a while calling me with
moving and everything. I could wait. But soon I was checking my
phone often. Waiting for the mailman to come by so I could see
if there was a letter. Nothing. Eventually I heard what had
happened. Miharu had died in a plane crash. There was no corpse
to be flown back. However there was still a service. That day I
wore all white as I wept. She told me that it wasn't ever
good-bye. However, she was now dead. There was no way for her to
come back to me! No way to laugh or talk with her! It was lie,
but it was a lie that I so wished to indulge in until I departed
the world as well. Good-bye. Good-bye my first friend.
"Come back...come back quickly, onii-san!" I cried as I embraced
him "Don't leave me all alone!"
Don't make me give up anything else!
"Who...are you?" Battler asked with those hazy blue eyes.
No. No...NO! I don't want to say good-bye to my brother. My dear
brother. Tears welled at the thought of it. I half-whispered
"It's me. Ange."
"No one ever comes back..." I've departed with my parents
I've given my farewell to my once happy life "I'm lonely..."
"I beg you, come back quickly!" I wrap tighter against him. I've
mourned for my best friend.
"You're...Ange?" he called.
My tears sting as they drip down staining my face and onii-san's
clothes "That's right...I'm Ange. No one in my family ever
returned from Rokkenjima..."
It's just been a living Hell. And it's all their faults, the
ladies that are silently snickering as I'm soon to be penalized
"You're the only one who can defeat them! Do it! And take our
family back! Come back to me!"
"Ange!" He called my name. How long I've missed that voice
calling to me. Hello. That's how I wanted to greet the sound.
A pain began racing through my muscles and skin. I bite my lip.
I don't want my scream to ruin this moment of reunion. I feel as
a trail of red slithered down my face "Ange..."
"In order to come here there are one rule I had to follow no
matter what. I wasn't allowed to let you find out that I'm
Ange." I held fast to his arms and buried my face in his jacket.
I don't want him to see me in this state, coming undone and yet
coming together.
I love and hate this moment. It's like a passing of former
classmates. They greet happily before returning to their status
quo "Now that you know, I can't be with you anymore..."
"Ange?" How I wanted him to keep beckoning to me. A melody I
wished to never to end in my ears. To not have to say good-bye
to it.
"But this is okay. You must..." A red puddle was spreading on
the ground. It's so bittersweet. We meet again and yet I still
have to exit this stage "You must come home. Your little sister
is waiting for you...at your home. That person isn't me...But
that way you little sister will be saved."
"Ange!" My sights are stained with a mixture of tears and my own
blood. The pain never ceased as I have the feeling of being
pulled like a stuffed animal. Was this how it felt Sakutaro?
"I wanted to stay with you. I wanted to help you so much
more..." I was a pawn that had been evolved to the power of the
queen. Yet so early I have been removed. I deeply wanted to
remain being at your side. I wouldn't have minded that I've
would've been thrown away...as long as I knew that I hadn't
parted with you those twelve years ago "Sorry..."
"Ange I'll come home." Onii-chan please do that. For my sake,
"I'll come home...no matter what!"
"Let me see the coolest part of you one last time..." I
selfishly asked. If I have sing my swan song, allow it to be of
you, onii-chan "Proclaim that the game will now resume!"
My vision was black. Silence hummed in my ears. Touch was
useless. So this is my demise?
So long I've had repeated 'good-bye' to all I've seen in my
life. It's been painful. It's been lonely and heart-wrenching.
If my life is only meant to remain in a loop of exiting and
abandon, then...at the very least I want someone else to escape
this grief-stricken path.
Hey, Ange of 1986...be the opposite of who I am. Instead of
always saying 'Good-bye', be the one to always say 'Hello'.
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