Naoto

I never should have let her go alone.
I should've been there.
It was Naotos shift to guard, there have been recent thefts at our crystal warehouses and the four of us had been tasked as extra backup in case the security guards weren't enough.
We got intel that a group of various species had begun raiding the warehouse. Misato and Taro were instructed to provide backup for Naoto.
I wanted to go with them, but I was given a separate job by Miss Kanoe. Taro and Misato were strong, stronger than me so I had no doubt they had the capabilities to take on this no named band of thugs.
I had intel to gather about a corrupt aristocrat threatening one of our establishments in the ruby district. My powers had become very useful for info gathering, it made me feel important and necessary.
 
My mind often wondered to the misfits. Their whereabouts and if they thought about me as much as I thought about them. I missed them, truely. However I found my own people, people I believed to be my family. I've never been happier. Big sis Misato found me alone in the cold, she brought me into her little "gutter rats" she called them. A group of nobles had seen the three of them as younger Leishu, drenched from the dirty water, they spat that name at them. She called us that so no one could use their words against us. That's the type of person she was. Strong, brave and determind. She was kind, almost motherly. After gathering some intel, I decided to go past the warehouse to scout out the situation. I found nothing out front not long after arriving I heard a commotion far away "It must be them" I thought.
 
Naoto always loved to be flashy, for a ninja he wasn't overly stealthy.
As I got closer the sound of swords, bows and almost animal noises? filled the surrounding areas.
I could smell blood. lots of it.
I could feel the heat, a heat I could only associate with.... Diomeda. This couldn't be good. Something was wrong, I started to panic, adrenaline look over. Memories of charcoal corpses and burning flesh filled my mind. My family was in danger. I sprinted towards the fight. My lungs in pain, my legs giving out, but I didn't care. I had to save them. "Please" I begged the gods. don't take them away from me too. I was too late. Misato, my sister. Torn to shreds and burned right before my eyes. Her body scattered, her arms, her legs, her head.
Her blood.
So much blood.
I couldn't think. Where was Naoto? Where was Taro? I couldn't see them. Were they alright? were they even alive?
 
Before I could think. I screamed, I used all runic force I had to push them all back away from her... or what was left. I screamed at them, ready to draw my weapon. Only to hear voices I had longed to hear again. My heart sank, it broke further than I thought possible.
It was them, my Misfits.
No. Not mine. Not anymore.
Gurvals voice boomed, drawing my attention to the rooftop where he had Naoto and Taro, with their eyes covered by him so they didn't see Misato. Relief washed over me seeing them alive in Gurval's arms. He beckoned me to get the two leishu.
Gathering my thoughts I turned to my sisters skull, picked her up and put her remains in my bag so I could bring her home.
Gurval lowered himself with Taro and Naoto, I grabbed both their hands and begged them not to look. I didn't look back at the misfits, I couldn't. I wouldn't.
 
We got back to the living quarters. Everyone begun to ask us questions, we were in too much shock we could barely speak. Taro informed everyone of what had occurred, his face showed a blank expression I had never seen,his spark was gone.
I gave Kanoe the bag, as she opened it a wave of devastation flashed upon her usually stone face.
Noises tuned out, I felt nauseous, I looked over at Taro. Misako was my sister, but biologically she was his. He was in shock, Naoto was sobbing. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed both of them and took them to my room, away from the chaos forming downstairs.
 
I heard a noise on the balcony, a boom and gust of wind. Misato's sword and a scrap of her armour had appeard, Gurval.
 
I broke, clutching her sword, her armour shrapnel cutting me. I broke.
 
Not long after Zy and Zeno appeared, they sung a hymn for us. Offering us their sympathies and apologising for not getting to the scene sooner.
It wasn't her fault.
 
Misatos funeral was that night, hundreds of candles surrounded, and even more Leishu. A member of our family was lost forever. Something big is going to happen, I can feel it. The yakuza won't sit idly by, and the misfits know it.
They're dead to me.