“Now, now… don’t be stubborn.” The boy was groggy, but regardless of his state of semi-consciousness, he appeared both light-hearted and concerned. Two years her senior and with short black hair, Taro looked much like his sister when it came to physical appearance. However, when it came to personality, Taro tended to be rather mischievous and more than a bit quarrelsome, but it was all for the sake of protecting his sisters. What was inexplicable about his personality was his hesitance to trust anyone save for his only living blood relatives. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
In essence, it was his own brand of tenacity, one that he intended to upheld come hell or high water.
Beings the intention of the humans was to become...
“Not so much.” He said bitterly as the flames of fury ignited his gaze. By that, he was referring to their foster parents, the people who were supposed to take care of them. Instead, however, they were given the responsibility of keeping the two-story brick house clean while the two of them worked their troubles away at the local inn. Being the owners, the number of hours they put in was great as it was, but ever since Taro and his sisters had come to live there, their leisure time had dwindled to virtually nothing. It was a miracle if the two of them came home at night. The broad-shouldered sandy-haired blue-eyed man and his short, slightly stout, dark haired, dark-eyed wife only immersed themselves in all that work to escape the problem that the three children had become to them, or so Taro had always thought.
“I hear them fight.”
“I won’t on purpose.” She muttered as the two of them dove under her covers. Celine nestled herself comfortably between her two older siblings as Taro rested an arm around both of them. Katherine pushed her head into the crook of his arm and closed her eyes, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
“I only lost my breath for a moment.” She responded. They sat in silence for a few moments, Taro still laying on the table, his short black hair concealing his eyes from her. “You say… they fight about us?”
“If you still think I’m scared, I’m not, understand?” An unexpected sound at the door caused him to cry out. Even Katherine could see he had nearly jumped out of his skin, which only served to augment her amusement. She raised a hand in an attempt to hide the fact that she was laughing, warranting a glare from her brother that sent her scurrying towards the door. “You stay here. I’ll make sure it isn’t anything you need to be afraid of.”
“I’m sorry.” She managed, moving her hand to his head and giving him a good rub behind his left ear. “Two years here has… really changed me.” She could remember the reaction she had when she was told she would live there, that she wouldn’t cause trouble, that those people referred to as her guardians owned her. Looking back on it, Katherine only reached the conclusion that Riverbrook had tamed even her wild spirit. She had accepted her place, though her mind still relentlessly sought a way to change it in the future. She had bought into those horrid superstitions that made her suffer so. She had even allowed people like that to own her, and as Katherine’s eyes wandered to the wolf, his sorrowful gaze clashed with hers, drawing forth another wave of strange emotions she couldn’t process fast enough. In the end, they got the best of her despite her efforts to maintain control over them.
“Liar.”
“See? Celine sees right through it. How could you lie to your own brother, Katherine?”
“Cut the act; you and I both know you’re only acting hurt.”
“Didn’t I already apologize?” Katherine replied irately, causing Taro to release her. Upon doing so, their glares met with a force that could have easily produced sound. Two silent angers built and quickly filled the room, threatening to clash together in a tremendous thunder. Being the observant child that she was, Celine saw the looming danger of a quarrel erupting, which would ultimately unleash a fierceness the likes of which she had never seen the two of them express, or so she thought. She darted forward and clutched Taro’s arms, putting forth what little physical strength she had to ensure the situation did not escalate any further.
Why was he so forgiving?