Heya! My name is Oka Hashiru, I am 15 and live in a small cottage upon a small, green hill.
I have a little brother, aged 4, named Luka, he has scruffy brown-red hair and brown eyes shimmering with curiosity and innocence (pic at top). I love my brother, more than I have loved anything before. Do you know how that feels? To adore something so much that you would sacrifice anything for them in the blink of an eye? Well, that's how I feel about my brother.
I walked up the hill, brown satchel swaying as I trekked up the dry mud path in my cream flats, waist length, black hair blowing in the gentle spring breeze. The thin, white, laced tank top and ripped, blue denim shorts let the cool air hit my pale skin.
I reached the small cottage and my purple eyes lit up as my younger brother ran, smiling towards me. I dropped my satchel and scooped him up, spinning him around and laughing while Luka squealed in delight.
I put him down and picked up my black, fedora, dusted it off and perched it back on my head.
I lifted my satchel and followed Luka back inside, "mum! I'm home!" I called, opening the clasps on the table and pulling out my school books, piling them on the table. While I waited for a response.
Not in, as usual.
"Luka sweetie? Tell sissy where mummy is would you?"
"Mummy at the lake." He frowned, tilting his head. Mum only ever went to the lake when she was unhappy, I better go check on her. She often left us in the house alone while she went out, often to the lake at the bottom of our hill, she sometimes left Luka while I was at school. If I find out that this has happened though, I shout at mum, causing her to tear up and stay in her room for an hour or two. She is 38 and has elbow length, auburn hair with brown-red eyes, similar to Lukas but darker. She has been doing this ever since dad left, 2 years ago. I look like him, I think it upsets her, I have a similar personality to him aswell.
I walk down the hill, bringing Luka to splash in the shallow area of the lake. I carry him on my back. Until he tells me to let him down, I walk towards the woman sitting by the waters edge, silhouetted by the sunset on the far side of the vast, clear water.
I stand beside her and speak quietly and angrily, "you left my brother again."
She turns and speaks to me, "sweetheart, I. I just had to--"
"I don't give a damn about your stupid reasons. You left my brother alone in a house, you selfish hag!" I growled passive-aggressively.
"Oka! This is your mother you're speaking too!" She says, gathering her bravery.
"No. my mother was a kind woman who smiled, laughed and loved her children." I growled, "you are not my mother."
I saw tears appear in her eyes and ,one by one, trickle down her tanned face. She turned, wiped them hurriedly and turned back to me, red faced. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day."
I called over my brother and walked away, holding his hand, "I don't want to see you any day."

Howdy! I'm Xena, your author for today (and hopefully many more days) I hope you have enjoyed this rather short intro to this story.
If you have watched Black Butler or are currently watching Black Butler season 2. You will understand the reference to Jim Macken (Alois Trancy)'s younger (and sadly deceased) brother who goes by the name of Luka Macken.
I hope that you will continue to read this story when more chapters come out! Love ya! Xxx