If there was one thing about the Murasaki clan that stood out- it would have been the fact that their hair that resembled the color of lilacs and verbena. Beautiful, often worn in loose curls framing a doe-like face. . .These clan members were known for their abilities to connect with others on almost a spiritual-level, to the point of where they were often seen and used as a means to deliver messages, effectively replacing most of the usage of ‘letters’, pidgeons, and more within the time of war. As effective as this can be, the stress of carrying the mental weight of so many others can often be taxing- not to mention, the voices that appear within one’s hand are often difficult to differentiate, easily allowing one to possess problems that come with it- should they not be careful. However, it seemed to be that during a small skirmish of sorts, something had happened to Hisui’s father. His mind steadily folded underneath the pressure of those that he were connected to. . .And after returning him, changes within his habit appeared, creating more than just disturbance within their little home.
Everything Is Covered In Red:<i></i>
The appearance of blood is all too similar to roses. How its thin stem spirals carefully along the edge of the wound, almost as if whoever had done the slashing made the design as meticulate as possible. It blossoms steadily upon the white fabric, fingertips clutching against cloth in an attempt to brace one’s self for yet another strike until the baritone voice can be heard. “You can’t protect everyone.” She stands infront of her mother, both arms outstretched, legs trembling, her vision tunneled while not responding. Crack! Once more does it happen, at arms length, she is pushed- her form being tossed aside, simply ragdolled away from her mother before finally fainting from the loss. But despite being within her own mind, she- instead, appeared within the mind of her father. From there, she watched the beatings. . .From there, the fragile girl’s head had been fragmented into several pieces. Allowing the emergence of another being to appear. One, that was not so afraid. One, that was willing to take the beating- but also, give it in return.
Mischievous Amethyst.<i></i>
Trouble always seemed closer than what it should have been. . The issues within their family were often replaced through the use of simple Genjutsu- ways to trick the mind and body into thinking that all was truly well. Or even making their poor little house seem to be more grand than it actually was, almost to the point of where their ‘poor’ nature had made them feel terribly rich. As she grew older, stronger, she began to realize that none of it was true. The gardens, the sweet talk, the little girl’s fragmented mind had quickly dissected the genjutsu and revealed the true nature of what was to be. All she could see is that the world was rotting and with her wild disposition, she too began to despise everything about her life. Even when looking at her mother, the woman’s features no longer held ‘love’, but instead, contempt for Hisui. Only because she seemed to be growing much, much more like her father- But there’s a reason for everything.
Drowning in the Deep.<i></i>
Between their unfaithful father and their unruly mother, the Murasaki child was often seen as obstacles within their relationship. She was often given the blame for an unfortunate event and the love of their mother soon fell in-line with the abuse of their father. The goodness within her mother’s heart turned rotten upon discovering the actions of their cheating father and soon- she began dealing her own types of aggressions. “M-momm-!” All Hisui remembers are heaving breathes and flailing arms that crash against the surface of the waters below. There were two pair- one pressing downward against a set of lilac locks and others gripping at the wrists and swiping at the edge of the lands . . .It was then, when the blackouts had begun. And she was given an ultimatum. In the midst of drowning, she had seen a pale light that nearly resembled her own lithe being. Both of the light’s arms outstretch within her direction and speaks simply.
“Let me take it all away for you.” Breathes were bated and airy and just as she reaches out towards the pulsing light, everything becomes weightless and black- shut out of her own head, left with a simple word.
“Promise.”
These Promises are Forever Yours.<i></i>
Beauty is within the eye of the behold and to her- nature was more than what one would normally expect. Her hands grip at the wrists of her newfound sister, who would often wince at her rough movement, and she would tug him along to the edge of their little garden. Roses and stargazers, beautiful koi fish, and more. . .It was given to them as a means of forgiveness, but it never stopped the questions. “Hey Hisui. . .How come you’re so happy all the time?” Her sister murmurs, the older sibling’s hues flickering in nothing more than thought and curiosity. “Don’t you see what’s happening? Can’t you see that this isn’t. . .Real?” Hisui finds herself beginning to stare incredulously, her head shaking from left to right, her voice spilling in reply “I know it’s fake, but I’d rather it be fake than anything being real. I’m tired. . .” She didn’t seem to understand. “Everything about the outside makes me really tired and really sick. I don’t want to be around it anymore- I don’t want to hurt anymore, so I’ve made this. Not just for me, but for you too!” Naïve and small. . .No, it wasn’t the beauty that Hisui had seen within her mind, it was an escape. However in reality, it was quite the opposite. Her sister’s hand drifted towards her head, lightly patting it. But in doing so, it steadily changed the outlook that was present. The beautiful flowers were rot and withered. . .The swing set was filled with moss and mold, and the lake had been dried up. There was no sign of life—nothing, but an infectious disease of what had been left. “Being within is fake world isn’t the way to live. If you want something beautiful, then you are to make it for yourself. You are to take the world and mold it into your hands” Tears well within her eyes, her lithe being is quick to move forward, gripping onto his body as a form of comfort. “They lied to us the entire time, they hurt us because they couldn’t stand to hurt one another. . .But we don’t have to keep taking that. Let me take over. . .Let me be the one to help you and I can make all of this go away.”
“. . .”
The young girl’s silence is given, her teary gaze flickering in what would seem to be both fright and realization. She never truly wanted to hurt those that were around her- but. . .She would rather be able to experience the joys of life, even if it turns her into the monster that she had created. Eventually. . .Hisu’s world collapses onto itself and the last thing that she sees is something akin to a sinister stare given to her by what should have been her brother. Everything is heavy. . .Sinking. Falling into the abyss. “It’s okay, the next time it happens, we’ll change everything.”
A Work of art<i></i>
Various works of art depicting a single woman can be seen hovering upon the walls. Her appearance is almost akin to that of a devil, smiling- watching, waiting for an opportunity as if she could come out of the very paintings. She dawned several appearances that went from a normal woman, to a vicious shade that seemed more demonic than anything. She was a negative connotation within Hisui’s life- a way to relieve the stress when something terrible would happen. When the world had appeared to be too much for her. Nevertheless, drawing was one of the many ways that she had relieved stress, outside of writing within her diary about her unfortunate events. However, even thinking about it often made her feel distressed. Within Hisui’s mind, the woman would often come to life- seen as an evanescent shadow dancing within the background, or perhaps, as a set of amethyst hues appearing in her shadow. Either way. . .
Just as promised, the last time, was truly the last time that anything would have occurred. The feelings of anxiousness and darkness clouded within her heart occur as the sound of another being fondling the doorknob can be heard. There were no knocks, nothing more than a whimper that leaves the young girl’s lips as he enters the room once more. . And then, everything fades.
Fracture.:
It͘ ͢hur̸ts͘,͝ ̶it ̴hu͝rts,͜ it̷ h͞ur͝t̛s̴. Everything is wet and warm. Her fingertips press lightly against the wooden panel, her body aching and bruised. Upon opening her eyes, she witnesses the appearance of the single being. It almost looks just like her. . .It’s form standing over a fallen body, the demonic gaze never averting as it stifles its giggles with the tips of its fingers.. This. . .This is what she wanted, yes? The girl moves carefully, drifting towards the single body. He was badly damaged, barely alive, but somehow. . .They both seemed extremely peaceful. What comes over her is not just relief, but the desire that she had been feeling all along.
“Take it.”
A simple item is clatters against the floor, prompting the young girl to look within the creature’s direction. “Together, we can do what you’ve always wanted. We can stop them from hurting you, from hurting others. Let me in. . .By getting rid of them. And in doing so, I’ll be with you, forever. I’ll be the sibling that you never had, that you’ve always wished for.” The promises were more than kind. And eventually, one would see her crawl towards her father’s body, both of her arms wielding the cadaver over her head. . .Her smile beginning to widen, matching the sadistic grin upon the creature’s face. And she strikes, ending him before yet another person, her mother, walks in.
“. . .”
A hellish scream spills within the room before suddenly being muted. There was nothing left of the world that she had been in and now. . .She didn’t need anyone else- anyone, outside of the being that she had grown to accept. Together, the two of them were going to make art happen. They were going to change the world one step at a time. . .
To relieve people of their pain.
