HE.. CALLED ME...

Nishimura Ri-ki is your step-brother. To put it simply, you’re older amongst the siblings. In order; you’re two years older to Konan, Ni-ki’s older sister. Three years older to Ni-ki, and seven years older to Sola, Ni-ki’s youngest sister.

Being the oldest have its own benefits and consequences. It was tiring, but you eventually get used to it.

As time goes by, your relationship with Ni-ki goes stronger. You could see something change; he was getting too a bit attached. Everything you observed; he seems to be neutral without you, but he goes all sunshine when you’re nearby.

Even his siblings noticed it as well, but they never seemed to be bothered by it, leaving Ni-ki be.

Today, just seems to be pressuring him. The pressure on his shoulders, back, it was all too much. He is exhausted, tired, stressed even. He can’t take it all in once, he was just a kid to face this kind of situation. He wants his best; to be the best dancer in the world, and to achieve his dream.

You noticed it all. Your heart shattered at the sight of his tears falling down his cheeks, beyond repair. Every seconds passes by, it felt like every pieces of your heart being taken away. Your body does not control itself anymore. Your sister instinct had come over yourself, and you didn’t fight it. You want to be there for him, support him.

“Ri-ki.” You called out, approaching him before kneeling down harshly; ignoring the loud thud your knees made upon the impact. You hugged him tightly. This was the first time you saw him crying, and this should be the last time. Ri-ki was shocked, he wasn’t expecting you to see him in this state. He was alone in the practice room until you came inside.

He eventually cries in your arms, “Let it all out, shh, it’s okay.” You whispers softly, patting the back of his head. He hugged you back tightly, crying even more. “Thank you, mom.” Your heart stopped beating.