The house rung from their voices. Shouting echoed between the walls, laughing at the idea that it may be stopped by Sylvia’s hands on her ears, reverberating inside her skull, rattling her mind. The words blended together and while it was not a cacophony, she felt their anger, no, their hatred for each other. Blame arrayed against blame. Fingers pointed at each other. Age-old arguments breaking out like a wildfire, spreading through the entirety of her home.
Could it even be called as such, though? The walls may have been warm, but the fire inside the hearth died a long time ago. Its flames burned like ice, painful snowflakes blossoming across her skin whenever she tried to reach for it, then seeped into her bones before it penetrated her to the core.
Steps. They were coming closer. Their shouting stopped. It could mean only one thing: both Grandfather and Grandmother agreed that the source of their woes could be no one but the girl they had locked inside a barren, barely-functional room. Somehow, somewhere, they came to the conclusion that they lost their daughter because of their granddaughter, that they were angels and that their only descendant was a demon.
Sylvia huddled closer, wishing she were anywhere but here. She thought she could protect Chiaki, but every time she did, it was just pain upon pain. Maybe that was all that she deserved. After all, was she not but an ugly, filthy spot on her Grandparents’ flawless lives? Was she not the sole source of their suffering? They were right, were they not? It was all her fault. Chiaki was innocent. Slyvia was the one who did all the bad things, so she deserved to be punished.
The door opened. Grandfather walked in with a belt. Grandmother had a wooden spoon in her hand. Slyvia did not care. She fixed her eyes on a spot on the wall, hoping that it would be over soon.
”... you to please stop, Hotaru! Sylvia’s terrified!”Those words finally got through to the warrior, who took a look at Sylvia and froze. The protector sat in the very same position she used to whenever their so-called ‘family’ did the unthinkable. Indeed, Sylvia’s eyes lost all life, their normally oh-so-vibrant green becoming a dull, colourless puddle of mud. Even worse, fresh-looking bruises started to appear on her body.
”Shit…” Hotaru lost all of her fire as she beheld the fruits of her labour, her eyes widening at the sight.
”Look… I won’t say sorry to you, Ember, because I’m not. We’ll return to it when Sylvia’s all right.” As she spoke, the warrior approached Sylvia with careful steps, taking care to showcase her open, empty hands.
The protector did not respond. Only the faint movement of her chest betrayed the fact she lived, as it seemed like she refused to see how Hotaru moved her hand in front of Sylvia’s eyes or how the warrior snapped her fingers beside the ears. The world was as dead to Sylvia as she was dead to it, for nothing mattered in the face of the inevitable. Bad children got their punishment after all, did they not?
Hotaru muttered some sort of curse beneath her breath before she reached for Sylvia, but she stopped short before her fingers could brush against skin. It would not help at all, she realised. If anything, it might take their dear protector further away from them, into a land she would never be returning from. Having run out of ideas, the warrior looked back at the schemer, who seemed to be occupied with something else.
”Ember! Get your ass over here!”“‘Ru.” The red-haired woman looked at her.
”Since when could we talk to each other like this?””It’s always been like this! Now stop your thinking and do something!” Hotaru’s outburst struck like a hammer, causing Sylvia to flinch. In response, the warrior looked back at the protector and-
Realised what Ember meant as her eyes took in her body.
”What the…””Exactly. You have never seen me like this. I have never seen you like this. The same fact stands for Sylvia.” Ember’s blue eyes swept the mental space around them, looking for more details. A hazy fog descended on the mental scape, obscuring details, however, her cold gaze picked up on details hidden within the distance. Walls. Faint outlines of furniture. A floor. A ceiling.
It all wavered when she stepped forward, yet it lingered. It felt ephemeral like a dream, yet it could be
felt. They could now perceive each other not only as voices, but as though they were people sharing a room.
”I do not know what Kana-san did, or if this has anything to do with her… but I believe this change can not be reversed.”
”Are you absolutely sure you will be all right, Sylvi?Slyvia nodded in their mental space even as she braced herself for the meeting today. So far, she begged off the days or even the moments where she would have to face Tsubomi. Or more accurately, she left very little choice to her comrades who… she did not know anymore. Both of them tried their best to prop her up, but did that make up for what they did? For bringing that memory to the surface?
Shuuko’s body shivered as Sylvia lived through the experience. It seemed just as vivid as the day it happened. Like no time passed at all. Yet as Ember often said, if people did not face their fears, then they would become beasts. Even more importantly, she could not protect anyone if she could not overcome this trial, which in turn meant she would no longer be useful. And as much as Ember or Hotaru smiled at her, they would not hesitate to throw her away.
If they were like her Grandparents, a hopeful voice noted in the back of her head. She dismissed it right away, refusing to show it to her so-called comrades as she approached the Detention Club’s entrance. Her gait, once steady, slowed down as she came before the door. Her legs trembled. Her fingers shook. Not even measured breaths helped as she reached for the door, almost stumbling through the room’s threshold.