Good Family Memories

This is a Nanbaka fluff kind of piece. It’s slightly SamonxOC and slightly MomokoxOC.


“Oh, thank you.” The red eyed woman in front of me smiled and accepted what I offered.

“No problem, just don’t forget it again please. Hajime will have my head if I’m late again.” I sighed and crossed my arms showing her my annoyance.

“If he has any issue with it, tell him to come and see me, I’ll resolve it.” Momoko assured with a gentile smile.

“I can fight my own battles.” I reminded.

“I know you can.” She half laughed at her own actions, “That being said I want you to know I care about you, even still.”

“I know you do.” I finally smiled at her. Our crimson eyes sharing in a rare moment of love and happiness, that was quickly interrupted by a knock at the door.

Momoko sighed, breaking our eye contact before turning her attention to the door behind me.

“Come in.” She ordered.

“Good morning Warden Hyakushiki. Oh, and good morning to you too, Kitsuna.” Samon said in surprise as he entered the office.

“Good morning Samon.” I nodded.

“Thank you again, Kitsuna.” Momoko said to me, “I’ll let you go now.”

I bowed and said, “Have a good day, Momo-nee-chan.” And took my leave of the room.


The door slammed shut and I turned my attention back to Samon who was standing ridged with his green eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

“Is something the matter, Supervisor Samon?” I asked, snapping him out of his trance.

“Forgive me, Warden.” He started uncertainly, “But did Deputy Supervisor Kitsuna just call you ‘Momo-nee-chan’? Implying you are her older sister?”

I couldn’t hold back the laugh that came out of my chest.

“Yes, Kitsuna is my little sister.” I explained, “She’s my junior by 2 years.”

“But, Warden,” Samon tried to reason, “How can you be sisters when your family names are Hyakushiki and Rekoin respectively?”

I smiled sadly thinking about it.

“Our parents divorced before she was born.” I said slowly, coming across some painful memories and split occasions, “I stayed with our father, while she stayed with our mother. That’s why our names are different.”

“I see.” Samon said, sweating lightly under my gaze, “Forgive me if I probed too deeply.”

“Curiousity is a natural thing.” I said with a shrug, “Though when we were younger, it was far easier for people to tell we were sisters. The years have been hard on her.”


“What!” Kiji exclaimed, nearly dropping his compact.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Kenshirou growled with accusing eyes.

“If that were the case I would have known about it!” Mitsuru shouted.

“Would have known about what?” Hajime yawned as he entered the break room.

“Hajime!” Kiji jumped up and pointed at him accusingly, “You work with Kitsuna, so you should know this piece of information! And the fact you never shared it!”

“What are you talking about, pheasant?” The tall man growled.

“Did you know that Kitsuna and the Warden are sisters?” Samon asked calmly to the taller man.

“What!?” Hajime asked in disbelief, the cigaret that had been hanging loosely from his lips fell to the floor.

“I found that our this morning when I went to give the Warden my report.” Samon admitted, “They were just saying bye and Kitsuna called the Warden Momo-nee-chan.”

“Th-that could be anything!” Kiji tried to wave the comment off and laughed.

“I thought so too, so I asked the Warden.” Samon continued, “Turns out they are siblings. Their parents divorced before Kitsuna was born and the Warden stayed with their father. Kitsuna has her mother’s family name, not her father’s like the Warden.”

Hajime sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Alright, why are we treating this like it’s a huge deal? People are allowed to be related.”

“I know, just look at you and Hitoshi.” Mitsuru laughed behind his hand.

“Don’t you get it, Hajime!” Kiji all but yelled, “This basically means Kitsuna can get away with murder in this prison as long as her sister is on top! What does that mean for the rest of us! For you! Are you not afraid of losing your position to that fox?”

The gorilla pushed the long haired man away as he had gotten too close during his spiel.

“I’ve worked closely with Kitsuna for quite a few months now.” Hajime bit at the men in defense, “She has no interest in taking my position as Supervisor unless I step down. She’s very comfortable where she is as the trap designer for building 13. On top of that, she’s never once brought up family. So even if she is the sister of the Warden, and even if she is close to her like you think she might be, she has no interest in using that to further herself. And if I catch any of you trying to bad mouth her again, I will bash your face in.”

“Oh-ho!” Kiji laughed, “It seems as though the gorilla is rather fond of the fox.”

“Could this be a crush!” Mitsuru teased.

“I look at her more like a little sister than a potential girlfriend.” Hajime hissed at them all and lit up a cigaret.

“Why, not enough in common?” Kiji teased again.

“Too much, actually.” Hajime corrected.

“How can you have too much in common with someone?” Mitsuru asked.

Both Kiji and Kenshirou shrugged as Samon was in deep thought.


“I don’t know.” Kitsuna said turning her gaze from her sister’s.

“You don’t have to decide right now!” The bluenette assured, “Just come with me to check the place out and if we both like it we can talk about it.”

“I just don’t want to intrude in your business, Momo-nee-chan.” Kitsuna started, “We’ve never actually lived together so it might be hard to adjust.”

“But we love each other, right? So it’ll make things easier.” Momoko smiled at the red head who shrugged in response.

“So, what are you two lovely ladies talking about?” Mitsuru all but threw himself between the two of them sitting at the table.

“Nothing of note.” Kitsuna said coldly.

“Speaking of note!” The wolf man cried, “Is it true you two are sisters!?”

“Mitsuru! You idiot! You have no idea how to approach these situations!” Kiji screamed at the dark haired man.

“Oh, come on. I got straight to the point.”

“Are we sisters.” Momoko giggled darkly as she reached into her pocket.

Everyone but the red head across from her flinched as she pulled out the item.

The bluenette opened her wallet and pulled a handful of photos as Kitsuna’s head hit the table.

“You still have those things?” She all but whined at the older girl.

Momoko chuckled, “These are some of the good memories, Kitsuna.”

“Are these you two?” Kiji asked as he looked over the pictures behind Momoko’s shoulder. Samon, Mitsuru, Kenshirou, and Hajime not too far behind.

The bluenette nodded, picking up the first photo to show it off better.

“This was at Kitsuna’s kindergarden graduation.” She beamed.

“That’s Kitsuna at six?” Hajime howled in laughter. The girls in the picture were both elementary age, one girl had long blue hair and stood almost a foot taller than the other. The other girl had short red hair that curled in very awkward angles. Both were in different uniforms but rather well kept.

“You two actually look a lot alike in that.” Kenshirou noted.

Momoko nodded, “People would sometimes confuse us for twins if we wore matching outfits.” She took a moment to smile and reflect, “This one is from my middle school graduation.” She held up another photo. One girl in a school uniform holding a bouquet of flowers, her long hair beginning to gain the signature curls the warden sported to date and her red eyes beginning to get hard. Standing a few inches taller than her was a red haired girl beside her. Distinct pieces of black and silver were evident in her hair though it was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore no uniform, but dirty, torn up jeans and an over sized t shirt that was partially covered by her crossed arms. She was covered in bruises and had a couple of bandages on her face. The wonder that was there as a child had vanished from her face, though there was still an evident smile on her face as she stood next to her sister.

“What the hell happened to you, Kitsuna?” Samon couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Our father was good man.” She said calmly, pushing herself all the way back in her chair and crossing her arms, “Our mother was not. Because of what she did I wound up with the wrong crowd.”

“How on earth did you get here?” Kiji all but snarled at the red head.

The bluenette skipped a few pictures and held up one of the last ones. The warden stood proud and tall, resembling the entirety of the woman she was that day. Perfect hair, hard eyes, and a sinister smile on her lips. Standing next to her in full military uniform, saluting the camera was a girl with harder red eyes, and red hair pulled tightly back into what was assumed to be a bun.

“This was taken on the day she completed all her training an joined the Japanese military.” Momoko all but swooned, “I was so proud.”

“It was hard to tell who was happier that day.” Kitsuna chimed in, “You, Shinji, Or the supervising officers who didn’t have to put up with me anymore.”

They both shared a quick laugh.

“The more things change, the more they stay the same.” The bluenette uttered, placing the photos back in her wallet, “You still have little respect for authority.”

“You have to earn respect.” The red head all but snapped, “Not expect it to be given just because of rank.”

Samon snapped his fingers as he connected the dots, “That’s why you wouldn’t think about dating Kitsuna, Hajime. You both had military experience.”

Kitsuna all but snorted.

“What’s so funny?!” The monkey demanded.

“It goes a little deeper than that.” She told the green eyed man.

“It’s true.” Kenshirou added, “I don’t know what either of you went through, but you both have the same eyes.”

“That’s because we went through the same thing, right, Kitsuna?”

“unfortunately.” The red head all but whispered.

“Well hasn’t this just been a trip down memory lane!” Mitsuru all but shouted.

“And here you guys were doubting they were sisters!” Samon laughed.

“No one said that!” Kiji all but screamed.

“You know what, Momo-nee-chan?”

Momoko hummed, encouraging her sister to go on. All the men behind her stopped dead in their tracks.

“Let’s go see that apartment after work today.”

“I knew you’d come around!” The bluenette grinned.

Both of them shared in a laugh. After everything their lives had done to break them, they came out strong; as individuals and, as sisters.

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You Owe Me One(Nanbaka Momoko x Hajime One Shot)

Kitsuna rubbed her red eyes as she leaned over a stack of paperwork she needed to get done for her supervisor.

Work had become increasingly difficult for the red head recently, ever since she agreed to move in with her older sister. While their relationship was complicated, hence why her last name was Rekoin instead of Hyakushiki, the two girls still loved one another very much.

However, Momoko’s crush on Kitsuna’s supervisor was beginning to drive the younger girl crazy. She had been assigned to building 13 due to her extensive knowledge of guerrilla warfare and her expertise in traps, making her a perfect fit for a building full of prior escapees. Something Kitsuna loved was setting new traps that would throw the prisoners for a loop and make them afraid to escape because of what could be waiting for them.

When they got home however, Momoko would go on and on about Hajime Sugoroku and want to know everything he had done that day before fan-girling even harder than she had before, which was very difficult for the red head to imagine let alone witness.

“Yo, Kitsuna.” Hajime said as he entered the office, greeting his underling, “How’s that report coming?”

“Slow I’m afraid, Supervisor.” Kitsuna said not looking, “I apologize for that, but I haven’t been in my right mind recently.”

“I’m surprised.” Hajime noted, raising his eyebrows at the girl, “You’re always one of those people who leaves personal business at the door when work begins. This doesn’t have something to do with the monkey, does it?”

I wish I could leave you at the door. Kitsuna thought. Or get her to leave everything at the door at home.

“It has nothing to do with Samon, Supervisor.” She assured, waving off the notion, “It’s honestly just something stupid that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.”

“Well you’re great at traps, why not find a way to get rid of it.” Hajime suggested sitting at his desk to get to his own paperwork.

A lightbulb above Kitsuna’s head lite up.

“That’s, a really good idea, Supervisor. Thank you.” She said, going back to the report she had to be writing.

And I know just the person to help me out with this trap too.


Cherry blossoms fluttered everywhere in the spring air as the chilly breeze cut across the field. Standing underneath the tree behind the prison stood two tall figures.

“I’m actually surprised this came from you.” Hajime said lowly, unsure how to act in the situation.

Across from him Momoko stood practically shaking from embarrassment.

“I-um. I…” She couldn’t form any sentences at the moment, she was told to meet her little sister out here because she wanted to talk about something that couldn’t wait until they got home.

“What you wrote, was beautiful.” Hajime continued, not looking his superior in the eye, “I’ll be honest, I always thought you hated me. You really bad at expressing your feelings aren’t you?”

Momoko’s face was burning red at this point. How did he know? Did he somehow get in possession of her diary? No, her sister even booby trapped the drawer that it stays in. How then?

Not wanting to be rude, though, she nodded.

“I suppose I’ve been unfair to assume just based on a formal stand point.” The man said, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, “You are very eloquent with words, Momoko.”

At that moment the woman felt as through she had just been shot through the heart, completely ignoring the loud bang that had come from behind her in the hallway of the back entrance to the prison.

“Would, you like to get dinner with me sometime?” Hajime asked awkwardly.

“I would love that.” Momoko finally managed out, “It means a lot to me that you would give me a chance like this, Hajime.”

“It’s my honor, ma’am.”

A series of loud bangs and thuds echoed out through the hallway at the back of the prison.

“What the hell’s going on?” Hajime demanded.

Momoko was already stalking over there with murder in her eyes ready to tear apart anyone who had just gotten in the way of her moment with Hajime. The slightly less scared man following close behind her.

What the two were not prepared to see was Kenshirou hog tied and gagged on the floor with his own whip, while Kitsuna was standing over him making sure the knots were tight enough to hold him in place and Mitsuru at the side of this staring in awe.

“What did they teach you in the military?” He asked the red head, oblivious to the presence of his friend and the warden.

“You pick up things as you go.” She assured the wolf man.

Turning around the colour drained from her face as she saw them both standing before her. Mitsuru’s mirrored the girl’s.

“If you weren’t so loud.” She growled to the dog tied up beside her.

“Kitsuna, I want an explanation.” Momoko said, crossing her arms and glaring at her younger sister.

“In order to answer your question I first need to ask one.” She told her sister, folding her hands behind her back.

The bluenette nodded for her to continue.

“Did he ask you out?”

Mitsuru’s face broke into a wild grin as Momoko’s face grew red.

“W-w-what does that have to do with anything!?” She demanded.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Kitsuna smirked, “You’re welcome.”

“You couldn’t have signed the damn letter if it was from you!” Hajime berated the red head.

“Would you have come if I said it was from the warden?” She countered.

Hajime was only silent at the retorte before turning to Mitsuru, “Why the hell are you here?”

“He was plan B.” Kitsuna smirked.

“Plan B?” Momoko asked.

Kitsuna nodded, “Getting you here, easy part. Getting him here, hard part. I figured if the love letter I forged wasn’t enough Mitsuru here would be.”

Mitsuru gave a thumbs up and stuck his tongue out, “Gotta give her one thing guys, she’s smart.”

“Is this some of the guerrilla warfare you’ve been known for?” Hajime growled.

The red head shook her head, “This would be closer to psychological warfare.”

“Why though?” Momoko asked her sister, “Why all the trouble? WHAT IF HE REJECTED MY FEELINGS!”

“Firstly, he didn’t. So, shut up about that.” Kitsuna snapped, “Secondly, Momo-nee-chan, I love you. But it’s gotten to the point I’m losing respect for my supervisor because of how much you’ve been talking about him, like a middle schooler with a crush, that I can’t take him seriously! Every day I work with the guy, and I see him more than I see you on a daily basis, before coming home and listening to you go on about him for hours! I wanna talk about other things! Like the news, what you thought of that new dumpling recipe I tried out the other night that you said nothing about, how stupid Samon’s been the past couple days because I spared with a couple of the inmates in Building 5 while I was over there last. I don’t just want to sit and listen about your unrequited love. Seriously!”

“Well this just got real?” Mitsuru said more to himself than anyone else.

“You spared with the inmates in building 5!?” Hajime demanded.

“That’s what you’re stuck on!?” Kitsuna all but yelled back at her supervisor.

“You should know your place as a guard!” He yelled back.

“It was Samon’s Building, it’s not a big deal!”

“And if you got hurt who would be on the line!?” Hajime yelled back.

Kitsuna just crossed her arms and stared at the taller man for a moment.

“Have you never assessed her physical capabilities, Hajime?” Momoko asked the man in question.

“Of course I have, but-” He stopped seeing everyone staring at him with and ‘are you serious’ look on their faces, even the still tied up Kenshirou.

“Never mind, just don’t do that shit again!”

“Now what about Building 4 Supervisor Kenshirou?” Momoko asked, “What does he have to do with anything?”

“He came by at the wrong time, you see!” Mitsuru cut in between the sisters to explain.

“We didn’t want him to do anything that could ruin the moment between you two.” Kitsuna elaborated, “He put up too much of a struggle and in order to try to keep everything contained this is what ended up happening.” She gestured to the man on the ground, who had given up struggling against his restraints.

“I do have to admit, it is funny to see the doggy tied up like that. I guess I really don’t have to worry about you.” Hajime grinned at the red head.

“Worry about your little brother, I’ll worry about my sister.” Kitsuna retorted.

“Well, mission accomplished, I guess.” Momoko sighed, “Can you please untie him now, Kitsuna?”

“Order him not to attack me the second his binds are loose and you got a deal.” Kitsuna said extending her arm with a closed fist towards her sister.

The Bluenette sighed again before returning her sister’s fist bump.

“Yozakura Kenshirou, upon being released from your binds, you are not to attack the woman who placed you in them. Am I understood?”

Kenshirou nodded the best he could despite his position.

Kitsuna knelt down next to the man and with in seconds his whip was loose and away from him, no longer restricting any movements. The man stood up and dusted himself off before accepting his whip back from the girl who offered it to her.

“Sorry about that by the way.” She smiled at him, “But your timing could not have been worse.”

Kenshirou said nothing and calmly walked past everyone to his destination on the other side of the prison.

“Kitsuna,” Momoko called as the dog rounded the corner.

“Yes, ma’am?” She smirked, folding her hands behind her back again.

“Am I right to assume that you were the master mind behind this little, ‘project’, of yours?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So that means you are not only responsible for forging a letter, tricking 2 superior officers, skipping out on your duties at Building 13, and the unnecessary attack on, not only another Building’s officer, but a higher ranking officer at that.”

“I suppose so, ma’am.” The smirk on Kitsuna’s face didn’t leave thought out the entirety of the conversation.

With a sigh, Momoko relented, “I owe you one, Kitsu-chan.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but believe me when I say I did this more for my own sanity than interest in your love life, Momo-nee-chan. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, my break’s almost over.” And with that the red head turned and left them all there.

“You owe her one?” Hajime asked the bluenette in disbelief, “I get she’s your sister, but don’t you think she deserves some kind of punishment after what she did? She tied up a superior officer for heaven’s sake.”

“It could have been worse.” Momoko smiled, “Besides, I’m sure pulling a double shift at least once this week would be more than fitting, after all, it was funny wasn’t it?”

Hajime couldn’t help but blush ever so slightly. He owed the red head one as well, otherwise he never would have seen the warden like this.

My Sister, My Best Friend

4

 

I’m the captain of the high school cheer leading squad, and straight A student, I’m the most popular girl in town, I have a body every girl envies and guys lust, I have good parents, and a lot of money. I do ballet, have an amazing voice, and I design cloths.

I have the perfect life. But I don’t like any of it.

I get so tired of the guys always asking me out, of the teachers saying that everyone should follow my example and get that kind of grades, of people I don’t even know coming up to me and saying they want to be as popular as me, I’m tired of my parents saying I’m the perfect little girl.

I’m not. And I’m tired of everyone thinking it.

Sometimes I just wanna be myself, and not care. But I’m afraid of what will happen.

I have a secret, a dark one that I’ll get killed for if anyone finds out about it.

And what might my secret be you may ask? I’m a lesbian.

My parents are against them, as they’re extremely with God and say gays are about the devil.

I’ll lose all my friends, become an outcast, kicked off of teams, clubs. I’ll shunned forever.

I go to a catholic school, so everyone is against me. Everything I had wont matter anymore.

Sometimes I think if I kill myself everything will be easier. Like if I die then I’ll be better off, I wont have to hide it anymore. I wont have to be the child my parents want me to be.

My twin sister, Alex is everything my parents hate.

I envy her sometimes. Everyone knows what to expect from her.

I find it to be funny too, as I’m older than she is by ten minutes. She never cared when I’d make a big deal about it. She’d roll her eyes and go on about her day ignoring me.

But she’d always be there to help me when I needed it.

I told her I was a lesbian when I found out, and I asked her what to do. She told me to tell mom and dad and hope for the best. If they didn’t accept me for who I was then whatever, and if they did I was the mirrical child.

I wasn’t too sure when she told me that. I remembered back to a few years ago when she came right out at dinner one night and told them that she found she was bi sexual. They exploded. It took them ten minutes to calm down. My dad said it really wasn’t all that surprising considering everything else she’d done.

Alex was into all the heavy metal bands, dressing punk and emo-like, she died her hair brown and got a few piercings. My parents nearly had a heart attack. She even has a tattoo, but mom and dad don’t know that. They would kill her then. She got kicked out of school for fighting and inappropriate dress. She had a fake ID too, that was she could get alcohol. She didn’t drink a lot, mainly just tequila or vodka mixed with pop every now and again. She’s never done drugs and claims she’ll kill anyone who offers them to her. She’s in Juvey right now because of behavior and graffiti to public property.

She was everything I wanted to be, uncaring to the world that judged her so violently. I think the only thing she cared about is having a good time, and possibly me. She was coming home tomorrow because she was acting well there.

I picked her up from the hall and drove her home.

“So, dad trusts you with his mustang and not me, huh?” She asked s we drove.

I rolled my eyes, “Alex, it’s me and you.”

She laughed lightly. Sometimes I think I was the only one who could get my little sister to smile. She had the same eyes and body as me. She chopped her hair off so short it was a choppy pixie cut she did by hand. I yurned to be just like her.

“Do I got something on my face or something?” She asked.

I didn’t realize I was still looking at her.

“No.” I said quickly and looked away turning the car on and pulling away from the hall.

“Can we stop off and get some vodka on the way home?” She asked.

I shook my head, “Don’t worry I kept your stash safe from mom and dad.” I told her.

She smiled grimly and stared out her window, “I think I’m rubbing off on you too much.”

“I wish.” I mumbled.

“Just tell ’em Marc.” She told me leaning forward in the passenger seat, “You’re their angel, you do nothing wrong!”

“But it is.” I insisted.

She sighed and looked out her window, it was quiet for a long time, we were almost home when she finally said to me;

“You wanna know why I am the way I am?” She almost hissed at me.

“Because you don’t care, you always wanted to go against the crowd. You never liked mom and dad and their expectations.” I told her.

She smiled and shook her head. He black hair had grown since she got in. It tossed around her head like leaves in a breeze elegantly.

“It’s because I know God can and will except me for who I am, that I’m not afraid to be me.” She said.

I stopped the car suddenly and stared at her, I got honks from the drivers behind me.

“You what?” I asked in disbelief.

She smirked and looked dead ahead at the road.

“How ’bout I tell you when we get home, so miss perfect, is still miss perfect.” She said.

I was still dazed but carried on home not saying anything.

Alex stormed through the front door yelling, “I’m home! Anyone besides my other half miss me!?”

I heard her laugh. Mom and dad were still at work. We went up to her room and she put all her stuff away.

“What do you mean?” I asked her finally snapping out of my trance.

She smiled at me. I found it scary how every time she smiled it was like she was gonna kill someone.

“I’ve memorized the bible.” She told me, “I worship God as much as anyone in this house. And it’s because of that, I know God will except me the way I am. The way he made me. So I do what I want to do, knowing I wont miss out on something that’s good for me. Marcy, I’m not afraid to be what God made me to be. I’m not afraid to say ‘no’ to what mom and dad want from us. I’m not scared ’cause I know I’m not lying to anyone, and that makes me feel good because I know God doesn’t want me too.”

I heard everything she said. I always did. But in all the years of listening to her rant and rave and debate and everything and anything she liked, hated, disagreed with, never had she made more sense.

I loved my sister. She wanted to be herself, I wanted to be her, and every other girl wants to be me. She was younger, but I realized then that she was born into the wrong family.

She should have been in a place better than this. Where she’d have parents who’d love and understand her. Where she could be herself and not get ridiculed for it. The fact that I’m just living my life according to what my parents want hurts me.

“So, you gonna tell ’em or am I?” Alex asked me.

“What?” I asked.

She sighed, “Man, girl. Get your hearing checked.” She said, “Do. You. Want. Me. To. Tell. Them. For. You?”

I stared at her and looked down.

“No.” I said after a minute, “But I do want you to be there when I tell them.”

She smiled. For once it wasn’t the evil one that looked like she was gonna kill. But it was soft and for once since we were about three or so, I saw she was my twin. The way he eyes showed a softness of love and kindness, how her lips pressed against themselves turned upright slightly, the rare softness to her I-couldn’t-care-less face she always wore.

She nodded, “What are twins for?”

I smiled, but I felt a knot build in my stomach just thinking about how I was going to tell them. But I knew Alex wouldn’t leave me like that.

She helped me with dinner and set the table. Mom and dad came home right as we put the food on the table.

“Hello, darling.” Mom sang and brought me into a hug and kissed my cheek.

Dad did the same, but it was my forehead. I felt horrible knowing what I was going to do to them.

“How was your day honey?” He asked as we sat down.

“It was alright, dad.” I said, “But there is something I want to share with you and mom.”

He and mom nodded leaning in as if what I had to say was the most important thing in the world.

I took a deep breath, “I’m a lesbian.”

Silence cut through the room like a knife. I glanced over at Alex, her face was emotionless, but I took comfort in it somehow.

“Is this true, Marcy?” Dad asked.

I nodded, “I’ve known for a few years now.” I told them, “Which is why I never had a boyfriend. I don’t like them. And while I know what I just said is against God, I heard words of wisdom today. If I be who I am, and not what someone wants me to be, God will except me for who I am no matter what.”

I knew Alex was smiling at me, I was taking that step. I was becoming like the person I wanted to be.

“You both were baptised in dirty water.” Mom exclaimed standing up. She turned her full attention to Alex. I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“This is all your fault.” She hissed, “You ruined our perfect child! You destroyed her purity!”

“Oh would you shut up, you old hag!” Alex demanded standing up too.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that.” Dad said joining this argument.

“Why?” Alex teased, “Last time I checked you were committing adultery with your secretary!”

My, Mom’s, and dad’s jaw dropped.

“How do you know about that?” He demanded.

“It’s a small town daddy.” She said evilly, “Word gets around.”

“You-you-

“What?” She egged on, “I’m a whore? I’m a screw up? I’m a mistake? I’m a spawn of the devil? Is that it? Get some new material, Martha. I’ve heard it all before. And you know what. I don’t care. I’m still a virgin, you don’t like who I am. I am not sorry. And I never will be.”

“Get out of my house!” Mom yelled.

“Not until you hear me!” She screamed, “I am your daughter whether you like it or not. And whether you want to admit it or not I am who I am, I know it, and you can’t take it away from me. God knows who I am and he’s gonna take me that way too. I’m not afraid, mom.” Her voice got quiet, “I gave up trying to make you two proud when I realized I can’t walk the straight and narrow like you want me too. I’m not sorry for it. I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done. Until now.”

I was about to ask her what she meant when she walked out of the dinning room, I heard the door slam through the empty house. I finally realized what she meant.

I ran out after her.

“Alex!” I cried. But she was gone.

I searched everywhere. I couldn’t find her. I didn’t go to school the next day, or the day after that.

I was laying in her bed crying. I lied there because her room smelled like her, my hero. I flipped over from my back to my stomach and hit one of the pillows with my fist. I heard something crumple under it. I moved the pillow and saw an envelope.

I dried my eyes and picked it up.

To: Marcy

I knew the hand writing all too well. It was Alex’s.

I tore open the envelope and read.

Hey. If you’re reading this, then I guess you told mom and dad your dirty little secret, huh? Marc, I wanna tell you I’m sorry for leaving like this, but I want you to know something. You can go places. Be yourself become whatever the hell you wanna. I don’t have very much potential. At least not with my police record. I know, okay. You always wanted to be like me, unafraid of everything around you. No, I don’t think you’ve ever been that wrong. I’m always scared, Marc. Scared I’m gonna do something stupid and get you into some mess. My fear was always you. Losing you, getting you hurt, something like that. Marc, you’re the only person in this world I can trust with anything. And I want to thank you for it. You gave me something I needed the most, a friend. And I will always look at you that way. You’re my best friend, Marc. Forever. And I hope we can meet up in heaven one day. I love you, Marc. Tell mom and dad to burn in hell for me. One more thing, don’t change just so you can be what you think is best. Don’t change at all. You’re perfect the way you are, Marc. I want you to know that. And I don’t want you to change even if your life depends on it. Maybe I’ll see you soon. -Alex

I folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. I cried, not of sadness. But because actually took the time to make this letter for me. To tell me something I needed to hear. To let me know I’ll never be alone. I too, never had a ‘friend’. Only ever people who wanted to be with or be me. I only had, Alex. Alex only had me.

She knew what to do with life, I didn’t. She was strong, I wasn’t. She was smarter than I was, I was just too scared to try anything.

My sister, will always be my best friend. She will always be in my heart.

And I needed to keep telling myself that.

Because after she walked out of the house that day so many years ago, I never saw her again.