Warning!!! Mentions of Murder Rape, and Abuse
We were born together, raised together. He would always protect me and make me smile. We never let go of each other's hands. Even if we were fraternal our faces were identical. My twin, and yet my older brother. He was always smiling, he was warm and he was strong.
"Iza-nii."
"Don't worry Anzu, I'll always protect you. I promise you together forever."
When we turned 5 our mom had a baby girl, her name was Emma. When I looked at Emma and I looked at mom they looked the same. I always wondered why Iza-nii and I looked so different from mom. Emma was an angel, she was surrounded by light and I felt so happy being her older sister. If she was light than I was light too...at least that's what I thought.
One rainy night a scruffy, smelly man was in the house when Iza-nii and I came home from preschool. Iza-nii pulled me to our room shutting the door. I could hear shouts and plates clashing, but Iza-nii covered my ears and muffled it all out. Hugging me from behind as he muffled my ears with a blanket he soothed me.
"Don't worry Anzu, everything is alright, you'll be okay. I'll protect you no matter what." Is what he said rocking me back and forth. I couldn't help but wonder....that man looked a bit like us.
Soon our door was broken open and Iza-nii stood in front of me shielding me from the familiar yet unfamiliar man. Our mother was leaning against the door smoking her usual cigarette.
"There she is, take her I don't care." Is what mom said and the man pushed Iza-nii aside. Iza-nii crumpled to the floor, but he gripped onto me tightly until I felt someone yanking the back of my shirt. It was that man.
"Don't let go Anzu! I won't let you take her!!!" Iza-nii shouted.
"Shut up brat!" The man this time pulled us apart forcefully. I tried to grip onto Iza-nii's hand , but our grip began to slip.
No...no..don't take me away from him.. Our matching orchid eyes widened as we parted from each other
"Iza-nii!!" I screamed thrashing as I was thrown over the man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes I watched in horror as a bloodied Iza-nii desperately chased after me. "Don't let him take me Iza-nii!! Help!!" But it was no use. I was shoved into the back of a cramped dirty car and helpless as the light left my eyes.
"Anzu!! Anzu!!! Give her back!!!" Are the last words I ever heard from my brother.
At the age of 7 my slightly happy childhood with a gambling drug addicted mother. Angelic little sister and twin brother were stripped away from me by my biological father, our biological father. No wonder...Emma and we were so different.
For the next year I was made into this mans slave. Everyday he beat me, verbally abused me and made me run errands for him. In a run down dirty house I slept on the rotting floorboards inside the closet he graciously granted me. The mice could be heard, but Iza-nii was no where around me. The first months were tough, I would try to run away, but it was no use he would break my legs if I tried. This was no longer Japan...I don't know when but the signs around me became illegible and I didn't understand anything anyone was saying. I learned to sense wavelengths and to avoid angering him I didn't like the pain. Though soon I could no longer feel it. I also learned of our actual mother......I found her corpse in the garden one day. I wonder what Iza-nii would think when he found out that we were not related to Emma at all. All I could think was that I saw it coming from a mile away.
"Fucking whore..cheated on me hic. She was just a prostitute anyways hic so I threw her out." Our father was a murderer...no this was a lawless town. The slums, Iza-nii and I were only born in a hospital since that was when this man had been well off...now he's rotted to the core of his heart. And his blood flows through my veins. Blood of a criminal...I swore I would never be like him.
That was a lie....
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I was only 11 when I watched my father take his trousers off.
"You know Anzu...maybe it's because of that whore of a mother..but you're not bad. Maybe we can start putting you to work aye. For your dad make some money." My eyes widened in horror, I clenched onto the pendant Iza-nii and I shared as he approached. When he turned to me he pushed my smaller body down...I don't know what happened next.
The next thing I knew I had a bloodied knife in my hand and suffocated under his larger body. I wriggled out from under him and looked in horror. He wasn't breathing....I did this.......just as he killed mother...I killed him...a criminals blood flowed through my veins.
After the incident I ran away, far as my feet could take me. I tried washing the blood off my hands over and over again...even when others didn't see anything I could still feel the warm fluid of life and see the stains on my hands. I don't know when it happened, but after a few months on the run I was taken into the foster care system. These people sent me to multiple houses I don't even remember who was who, but I was able to survive. The people who took me in were all greedy, they would either abuse me or make advances which resulted me running away and being placed somewhere else.
When I turned 13 they turned me over to the foster system in Japan, after finding out that Iza-nii was also in the system over there. This ray of hope sparked something within me, Iza-nii was alive and Iza-nii was in Japan. If I could meet him again we could be a family again. Deep inside my heart I had always been searching for Iza-nii, for him to protect me again.
The foster family I was placed in Japan was different though, the woman was divorced and seeing another man now. She was kind though, and I couldn't help but get attached she would feed me, send me to school and actually gave me this feeling of warmth inside. That is until she met another man after her previous relationship fell through.
"Anzu, I'm going out now so Satoshi is going to look after you alright." She told me one day. She was a model and she had to go on trips from time to time.
"Okay," I bid her farewell. Satoshi seemed alright at first. From what she said he was a wealthy salesman. What she didn't know is that his whole set up was a lie.
"I'm going to shower now." I said to the man, he nodded and I left to the shower room. While I changed I felt an ominous wavelength from outside the door, it was similar to all the others. My foster brothers who would watch me change or try to push me down. My father who actually pushed me down. I opened the door putting a towel around myself and there was nothing. I thought it was paranoia more so I prayed it was.
Three days until my foster mother came back I noticed Satoshi drinking alcohol during the daytime. I also read some notices of dismissal inside the trash, he got laid off it seemed. Deciding to not ask about it I retreated to my room, I still had no luck finding Iza-nii...he's somewhere in Japan I just didn't know where.
With my foster mother's recommendation I also became a model and soon decided to start my own career in music. I don't know why, but it helped calm me down and my CD's were selling everywhere in a year or so. By getting onto television I wondered if Iza-nii could find me somehow.
When I turned 15 Satoshi and my foster mother got married, but Satoshi changed or his true nature became evident. I had a long day at the studio when Satoshi had entered my room, he reeked of alcohol. I tried asking him if something was wrong, but he forced me under him and began sticking his tongue down my throat. I cried muffled and bit his tongue trying to escape but everything was too late....
When I came to the police were taking Satoshi away, my foster mother was looking at me horrified and I was naked on the bed sheets that has some blood on them. Shaking I began crying hysterically, after all this must have been my punishment. For thinking I could live a normal life...after all I was cursed from the day I was born.
My foster mother apologized to me over and over again, but that didn't change the fact she let me go. I left the foster system shortly after and began to live on my own, in desperation I looked for any hint about Iza-nii. I cried out every night and I sang my heart out in every song I wrote.
Soon I received a hint about his whereabouts after overhearing some kids in uniforms talking about a gang called the black dragons. Currently being led by Izana...Izana Kurokawa.
"But hey isn't there an idol named Anzu Kurokawa?" The other boy asked.
"True, but there's no way. Her new song is so cool though! I downloaded it right away"
I finally found you Iza-nii....this time I will never let go even if it kills me. I wonder if he will still accept me....as his little sister, after all nightmares haunt my sleep everynight and I try to forget what happened. I'm no longer the innocent girl I once was...would he accept me...was he a criminal just like me?