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Rain hit the windowsill, and it brought her back to a simpler time.
There was a faint pitter patter that hit against the glass, letting drops of water fall down the panes. Each drop collected more liquid, turning too large. Maybe it was the fact it couldn’t handle having too much water, or that the glass was so smooth, but each drop [once reaching that breaking point] fell apart into a quick splatter. It was the same over and over again. Thousands of raindrops would hit her window, but Reiju only focused on the broken ones. The ones that would hide in the shadows. The ones that weren’t as perfect, were as small and broken as… him.
She missed her brother, not anyone else but her brother. She hadn’t seen him in so many years, and it always got lonely without him. He had skin that was pale and perfect, very little marks. Something kind of smooth- almost like a baby. But he was a baby then, wasn’t he?
A clap of thunder erupted in the sky, and it brought Reiju from her longing thoughts, from the thoughts that clawed through her mind and delved her deeper into her pit of insanity. She wasn’t insane, no, but she felt it creep into her body at night. She felt the way it hit her and made her yearn for her brother. His voice was soothing to her, even if it was so long ago. She could remember how it sounded, how it cracked; how Sanji would laugh then cry, never taking his eyes off her. Those big blue eyes, the kind of eyes she missed.
He was something comforting, something familiar. She loved her brother as if he was her own child, someone that she could protect. Even if it had been so many years, she would never forget the way he would smile at her… how she wanted to smile back.
Lighting painted the blackness of her window. She gazed up into the darkness and wondered if he would return. Would he dare to come back and save her? Reiju knew he was a pirate now… but would there be room on that ship for her? Would there be room for someone who could protect him? He was an adult now- he was all grown up- but she couldn’t help but long to protect him. She felt as though she had been missing a part of herself, as if her child had been taken from birth and she was left with a hollow reminder she was nothing.
Reiju loved Sanji as if she was his mother, rather than his sister. It was the kind of love that you felt for someone you wanted to protect and see, someone you wanted to brush your fingers against and feel their warmth. The purest form of love when a mother would smell her newborn because she wanted to relish in that comforting scent. It was nothing impure, it was nothing tainted.
Sanji was a cloud in a sea of fire, showering the gory mess of pain with light spurts of water. Sanji was the dew on grass that dribbled down into the dirt and moistened a small worm. Sanji was the feeling Reiju felt when she woke up and forgot he was gone- the feeling that she could hug her baby brother and smell his hair to relish in the comforting scent.
She could never harm him, never let anyone hurt him. She wanted to tear him apart, limb by limb and ingest each particle to ensure Sanji never left her side. Each finger being pulled apart at the bone, letting flesh and blood dribble down her hand as she would eat it. Letting her teeth tear into the supple flesh and grind it into soft dust, letting it become nothing more than stomach acid in her wake. She wanted to pry apart his skin, especially the skin on his face. Just enough so she could collect his skull and lick it clean of the blood, to carry with her always.
It was a terrible and putrid thought, the things that ran through her. Reiju wanted nothing more than to carry him with her always, even if it meant killing him first. Even if it meant pulling his heart out of his chest and feeling it flutter, feeling it beat beneath her digits. Letting entrails and blood pour out of the cavern of his stomach and smile when it touched her lips because only then would her baby brother truly be safe, if it was inside her.
She wanted to drink his blood, taste it against her tongue. She wanted to relish in the pure copper taste and smile when he would finally die before her. If Sanji were to die, she wanted it to be by her hand alone. Only Reiju could kill him purely, and only Reiju could ensure he would have a nice afterlife. She could take care of his rancid body. She could clean it of the maggots and the slime that would filter through his mouth, through his precious mouth. She could make sure he would never get ruined as she would slowly chip away at his flesh, eating bit after bit until he was bone. Maybe she could then wear his bones, grind them into a powder and inhale it. She could blow it into the air and watch the different clouds of dust form, before they dissipated into the air.
Reiju was like his mother, and she wanted to take care of her newborn. She watched him break way into the world and she wanted to be the hand that killed him, that tore him apart and ripped him to shreds. She would be his end.