Where hurt was born

Where did her anger and pain come from?

And when was it born into her?

This story begins 10 or so years ago, maybe more...

The two children, cousins, were in a standoff and one of which was in tears. Tears that would normally be shed for the goodbye this should have been. A sharing of address and promises to call and write.

A soft wind blew through the back yard of the Minamino residence in the late Spring, bags were being packed for a families departure to the Americas and a little girl with purply black hair was in tears. Her Normally honey brown eyes turned a array of greens and blues with the tears.

"Why don't you ever care?" A small girl yelled at her cousin who looked cold and distant. His eye's always seemed to say '_{I am superior to your pathetic species.}' "What did I do wrong?"

The red haired boy, a year or so her superior, of about the age of five just stared at her with icy expression.

The girls father finally came out of the family house, the last two cases under his left arm as he searched the yard, it's new garden seeming quite appealing in the still cool weather. It really seemed to shimmer in the soft sun beams that hit just through a nearby Cherry Blossom branches.

"Anayu?" His dark brown eye's finally found his little girl, not surprised one bit by her appearance.

That son of Shiori's, he was different from all the other kids around and it did intrigue him. However the study of paranormal activity was rather frowned upon in the area and so the funder of his new practice was too hard to say no to, the only catch being he'd have to move his wife and daughter to the new country.

"Are you ready?" The large man spoke. He wasn't fat, nor overly muscled but he had bulk and good stamina with broad shoulders and a strong squared chin. His Roman nose gave more of his blood lineage away then his olive tan skin tone and almond shaped eyes.

"I don't want to stay here another second." Anayu sniffled as she ran up to her father.

Right now, even he was better company.

It was saying something when a man who yells every night at your mother, pushes you out of the way just to get a drink from the fridge or barely acknowleges you as his own is better company then your cousin.

Both their stares were cold but her father did spend time with her willingly when he had good days and his employers didn't call him those dirty names.

Shiori watched as her niece climbed into the back seat and her sister as she buckled the small girl into her booster seat. She had hoped Shuichi would have at least wished his cousin a goodbye or at least given a small gesture he'd miss her; a smile? A hand shake? Those would have been better memories for the sweet thing.

The car drove off, moving trailer filled with luggage in tow. Her dark well groomed brows threatened to furrow over her dark eye's as she thought of her sisters husband and his most despicable character. How she wished her sister could see what everyone else did.

Shiori didn't want to think on it too long now, maybe the new boss and new life would change him for the better? So she took her son gently into her arms, despite his pushing her away, and walked back into the house giving a soft sigh.

Anayu looked at her parents from the back seat. She had so many thoughts in her head that she couldn't hear their conversation, nor did she want to hear what they were saying.

She would agree with whatever her mommy said usually but her opinion didn't count in any of their conversations.

Right now her mind was on Shuichi. His distant face and how much of a monster he seemed to her. She knew one thing then and there, she hated him for making her feel as she did and that she was glad she'd never be forced to play with him again.