"Careful, now, Trita
" The concerned voice of her sixteen-year-old brother warned, watching his sister playing around with some of his lethal throwing cards.
"Come on, Darcin, I can take care of myself!" The ten-year-old girl proclaimed confidently, here black tipped, white ears bouncing as she nodded her head in a reassuring fashion.
Darcin sighed in frustration; his sister wasn't listening to him
Again. "Fine, then look at this way, I'm not trying to help you out, I'm making sure all my cards don't go missing before next week."
It took the young girl a second to pick up on what he was saying but, when it did, her ruby red eyes displayed her displeasure and hurt, "So, you weren't looking out for me?"
Mentally, Darcin sighed in frustration, "There's just no winning with you, is there?" He mumbled to himself, his own white ears falling to the sides of his head defeated.
"What was that?" She asked, skipping over in front of him, looking up at his deep red eyes.
" He put his hand on her head and ruffled her long white wavy hair.
Trita ducked under his hand and stood to his side, handing him his throwing cards back sadly. There was a long silence between the siblings as the two stared at each other awkwardly
At least, awkwardly for Darcin. He could tell that Trita was trying to figure out what he was thinking by the curious expression on her face; ever since she was little, his younger sister had always had a curiosity for the thoughts going on in someone else's head and their views on certain things, and, if he were to be honest, deep down, beyond the side of him that her curiosity annoyed, he thought it was a cute quality in his sister.
"Darcin?" Trita finally interrupted the silence.
"You're really going to join Black Jack's Bunny Brigade, aren't you?" Her tone was sorrowful and filled with pain.
"That's what I'd like to do." He answered back, frowning down at her, "Why?"
She threw herself onto him in a desperate hug, "I don't want you to leave!" She cried into his shirt, her head barely above his waist. After a moment of shock, he hugged her back hesitantly, not used to the hug since his sister wasn't really one for physical touch. "If you leave, then you'll never come back!" She cried more.
He smiled sadly down at her, "What makes you say that? I'll always make time to come back and see my favorite girl, Trita."
She shook her head, "That's not what I mean!" She yelled, "You'll get hurt!"
Darcin didn't deny the fact he could get "hurt" or far worse, he didn't pride himself on lying, especially to his younger siblings. For a few minutes, all that was heard was the sound of Trita crying into her brother's shirt.
"Do you want to leave us?" Trita asked, "Do you not want to be with us anymore?"
" Darcin frowned, pain in his own voice now, "I love Mom, Dad, Cazmi and you
I don't want to leave, but, I feel like I can protect all of you better if I join the Brigade
Do you understand?"
She didn't answer back for a minute. Finally, she looked up at him, her ruby eyes even more red from crying, "Protect us from bad humans?"
He nodded, "Yeah
And, if needed, bad bunnies or anything else that wants to hurt you guys. Our world is crazy and dangerous, I've gotta protect all of you because you and I both know that Dad wont protect us until the death like I would."
Trita smiled sadly, "I know
I just wish you didn't have to go."
Darcin thought for a minute then reached for his throwing cards again, "You like diamonds, right, Trita?" She nodded, confused by the question, "Well, then, here, take these." He handed her all the diamond throwing cards out of his deck, "Just a little something to remember me by incase I do get hurt."
Quickly, she looked down to the cards and up to him, "But, wont you need these?"
He shrugged, "No, I'm going to join as a Nine of Hearts, so I figure I can spare my diamonds for you." Darcin smiled sweetly down at his sister who returned his smile, "Now, Trita
If you ever get into any trouble, don't forget you have those, okay? I'm going to be out taking care of the big bad guys for you but that doesn't mean some wont make it to you all here at home, so you're going to have to learn to use those cards, but only for protection, okay?" She nodded, a serious expression on her face as she picked up on the worried tone of her older brother.
Another long silence fell between the brother and sister. Trita was studying each of the cards she had just received as her brother watched, wishing he didn't have to leave for the Brigade in a few days that way he could stay and teach her how to use her new weapons properly. He began to regret his decision, feeling that his family needed him here more, but he didn't want to turn back now. The silence was, once again, broken by his sister.
This makes you like a hero, right?" She questioned, truly curious as to what his bravery made him.
Darcin laughed and messed up Trita's hair again, "I don't think so, Titi
"But, you're protecting us!" She argued, "That's what a hero does, he protects people."
Not wishing to argue with his sister during his final days at home, he gave in, "I suppose you're right." He thought for a minute, "Hey, you know what? When you're older, you can join the Brigade with me!" Trita looked at him in shock.
"We could go on missions together and both be heroes!" He smiled happily at her.
She thought for a minute then shook her head, "I don't wanna work for the Brigade."
"Why not?" He asked curiously.
Kicking the ground, she answered back, "Well
I'm not good at anything
I don't wanna be a medic cuz I'd feel really bad if I couldn't save someone, and I don't wanna be an assassin cuz I'd feel bad if I killed people for a living
And what if I accidently killed the wrong person?!"
He laughed, "There are other jobs, Trita
Why not be a spy?" She shook her head, "Alright
" Her brother continued, "What about a con-artist?" She wrinkled her nose, "Obviously not
" Her brother trailed off, "Well, what about being a thief?"
She looked at him in horror, "You want me to steal from people?!"
Darcin laughed at her expression, "What? It's no different than you stealing stuff from my room."
"That is different!" She said defensively, "I know you! You're my brother!"
"Stealing is stealing, Trita." He looked down at his sister who then looked down at the ground knowing she was defeated.
"Da! Titi!" They heard their youngest brother Cazmi shout out their nicknames from the house. They turned and saw the five-year-old standing on the back porch of their small house, "Mama says for me to tell it's dinner time!" He yelled to them then walked back into the house, his small white bunny ears flopping as he did.
"Come on, Titi, don't want to keep'em waiting." With that, the two walked into the house.
Trita sat in her small apartment in the city, staring at a picture tapped to the mirror of her small dresser. Slowly, she rose from the chair and walked over to where the dresser was so she could look at the picture better.
Three bunnies with white hair, black-tipped white ears and red eyes were in the picture. The biggest one, or oldest one, was sitting on the ground while the smallest and youngest sat on his lap; the girl of the three was behind the eldest, hugging his neck. All three were smiling in mid-laugh when the picture was taken, all enjoying each other's company.
The now twenty-one-year-old Trita sighed as she continued to look longingly at the picture. Her eyes then turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. Her clothes clearly said "part of the Diamonds suit" while the tattoo on her left arm gave her card number "9" away.
Gazing over her clothes, her eyes rested on her belt and the pocket on it that kept her diamond suit throwing cards. Absentmindedly, she began to finger the tops of the cards, a sad, reminiscing smile found its way on her lips.
"I told you I didn't want to join the Brigade
" Trita said, seemingly to no one, but, in her mind, she was talking to her older brother, "But look at me now." She shook her head and continued, "I was horrified at the idea of being a thief, but
You were right, it is just like stealing from your room, at least, it is when I think back to all those times I snuck in and took the object I wanted from you. If I think about thieving that way, for some reason, it makes it easier."
Gently, she took the picture off the mirror, "You did it, hero
Here I am, eleven years later, still alive and kicking, Cazmi is too." She sighed, "But, it doesn't seem fair
In all the stories you read to me, not once did the hero ever die protecting people, so why did it end that way with you?"
Putting the picture down, she walked over and sat back down in the chair and closed her eyes, "I don't suppose we'll ever get that mission together, but I have no intention of letting your name fade away
Even if you did die early on in action, every hero should be remembered, especially one that did what a hero is supposed to do like you did."
"You did it, hero
I hope I can be like you someday
" She smiled as she drifted off to into a dreamless sleep.