A Sloth's Past..Pt 1
Rena, as she was dubbed, was adopted by a prominant Japanese family, the Ichijouji's, when she was at the tender age of 5. Her unusual features, animal-like to everyone else, set her apart from her peers. It also set the Ichijouji family apart from every other family.
They were to be dubbed the family with the "Odd Girl." It did not stop them, however, from loving the girl dearly, treating her the same as the other children- that is..everyone but Ryuu, father of the household.
Ryuu did everything in his power to shun the young girl. Fumio, his wife, could not take much of this, but being a Japanese housewife with such young children, she felt divorce was not an option just yet. Fumio did her best to keep Rena far away from her husband, giving her many gifts, mostly new clothing and toys. She also took her on various trips, many times, out of the country.
And so, Rena grew up for 6 years mostly avoiding her adopted father.
Just before her 12th birthday, Rena and her mother were about to make their way home from Sweden.
"Gyah..." Exclaimed the young girl as her mother pulled tightly on aqua ribbons in her hair. "Mother, not too tight, please!"
"Oh, Rena, dear.." Fumio chuckled as she nimbly worked the ribbon into a bow. "Are you sure you're ready to go home and see your father again..?" She began working on the next bow, finishing quicker than the last. Sighing, she gently pushed her daughter's chin up. "You know I don't want to see you hurt.""Maaaa..." Rena pulled away as her mother finished. "You know it'll be fine..I'll just have to...I don't know." She hopped out of her chair and grinned at her mother.
Fumio nodded slowly...she dearly missed being able to protect her daughter..but now she had a will of her own. And she wanted to see her father...and that was that.
"It will...yes..I think things will be fine, dear...but only if you wish for them to be." She nodded again, trying to make herself believe what she had just said.Rena tugged a matching fur coat on over her t-shirt and quickly zipped up, whipping her head over to look at the time by the TV.
"Uhhhh, mom!" She prodded her mother, "We'll miss our flight if we don't hurry!" And with that, she grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder and ran to the door, where she hurridly forced her feet into large, white boots.
Her mother followed, carrying her own bag, stuffed with their last minute essentials.
...To be continued...
