To Love Thy Sister Chapter 1

To Love Thy Sister is a Grim Tales fanfiction and is made with no profit except by the reviews of its peers.  

I can't believe someone had the audacity to joke on my drawing skills when I haven't drawn jack, and their drawing sucks.  But ya know what?  I'll get over it, this is my testement to them anyway.



Junior gaped in horror as Minnie was torn. Her ligaments stripped from her body as if she were some detachable toy. Had he any type of gag reflex, or stomach for that matter, he would throw up from the brutality and horror.  And that pain in her eyes… she…she looked in so much pain.

"Why?"

"Because you couldn't get a hold of your jealousy. What was it that father called it, envy, wasn't it?"

"But I just…she kept showin-."

"Yes, she was a show off.  Yet you were still her admired older brother. Look at her now!"

"GAHCK!"

Minnie coughed, her half body resting on the ground. Junior wondered what to do as Zero distracted the Pumpkinator.  Everything faded to darkness except for Minnie and him.

Junior looked upon his sister in anguish, wishing he could take his sister's pain and exchange for the peace she wanted. Her hand looked as if it were reaching for her eye, but turned course and reached for his face.

"Mine brother, why didst thou leave me in acrid agony?"

"Minnie, I…"

"You envied me and now I lay in ruins."

Junior shook in cold fear as his sister lay before him.  He didn't want this, he never meant for this to happen. Her face grew more sadistic, her voice a colder, crueler sound than the loving one she gave to him everyday.

"For what wretch would let thy own sister be tortured? Mine love for you was great, some viewing it as unclean. But it felt of complete purity and was the only reason the insults from thy tongue went beyond."

"Minnie, I'm sorry. I know my jealousy was wrong, I know how much you love me. I am the same, but I let the envy cloud it all. Please, try to find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Would thou wish to know of the most raw pain blown to me that day? The breaking of mine heart in knowing that mine brother hated me to the most distasteful degree. Now all I can ask is…why?"

Junior let the tears leak from his eyes. He felt what most didn't believe existed. His heart breaking…

Junior awoke in his bed, and due to position, fell. He rubbed his skull in annoyance. He sat up and breathed, something that he had to do most nights since his little sister's death and rebirth. The nightmares were more and more hateful towards him.

He knew he blamed himself and if there wasn't more truth than that. To say that he regretted that day the most was an understatement.  All for the power that was going to come to him anyway.

It was only after his scythe formed in his sleep did he have the teachings of the rules and games of death taught to him. As his conscience slept, his soul, due to his closeness with Death himself, grew his scythe in his sleep though he was completely unaware in the morning.  The moment he awoke, however, he was astounded.   He had thought it a gift, for what he didn't know.

But when he had brought it to his father, Grim told him that Junior's magic did this, not him. He could feel it in the scythe itself.

His father told him maybe the reason he finally got his powers, the reason the powers of Death were finally bestowed upon him, was because of the balance of pain. A reaper can either be born with the scythe, take a predecessor's, or be dealt a great deal of pain, physical or emotional. Junior knew which this came from.

Junior waved his hand, creating a portal to his sister's room on the other end of the hall.  Pointless, but he didn't want to make too much noise, lest he wake his poarents.  And he was so not explaining why he was going to Minnie's room.

Junior walked into the portal, to his sister's room. She was asleep under her comforter, purring softly in her dreams.

"She used to have nightmares."

Junior waved his hand over her face and she sighed softly at the magic. Her unmarred face was perfect in his eyes. Once, he had wanted to watch it sob; now he only wanted complete and utter happiness to cross it.

Once he learned the Body Reformation spell, a spell that clocked back the body, soul, and spirit before it was ever pained, he made damn sure that it would be the first mid level Reaper spell that he used.

Everything that had happened never was. Instead of walking to the cemetery, he walked back into the forest, not getting captured. Minnie contently met Zero before he did and when she had gotten captured, immediately broke free. She growled her green, Nergal eyes into the frightened ones of the tricksters and told them to leave her before she cut them all new mouths to scream from.

She found Junior leaning against the tree they had come from and once he cooled off, he and Minnie made their way back to the party. Well, that's how everyone else remembered.

Only he and, as master of time, Clockwork knew of all the despair and pain that night. He still had the eye, but hid it within his skull instead of his socket, controlling the Nergal powers to the recesses of his head. But he knew that sooner or later he would have to tell them. The spell only lasted for as long as he kept realigning his powers within her body and the only way to make it permanent was to fully use his scythe.

Minnie shifted in her bed, knocking into him slightly which caused him to back up. Right into her bookcase.

A large book slammed onto the ground, the sound loud in her room. Minnie awoke quickly, her nightgown twirling in the besheets and momentarily taking Junior's focus on his sister.

"Brother? Why art thou here?"

"Sorry, Minnie, I couldn't sleep."

"Thou's dream ended dreadfully?

"Nightmare? Kinda…"

Minne patted her bed and scooted from the middle, a lot of space in her Victorian bed. Junior sat, but didn't climb in as he used to. When they were little, he would make his way to his sister's bed, mistaking her blond hair for his mother's. Either way, the morning after was to say the least, extremely awkward. But he continued to do so, just doing his best to keep his back to her so he didn't crush her to him until his 10th birthday. That's when envy started to take hold of him, the want of everyone to pay attention to him instead of his sister.

"Mine brother, what conundrum doth thou try to solve."

"It's nothing; just…I'm sorry Minnie."

MiniMandy was confused as her brother shook his head.  He said it with much resignation, she had to sigh.

"I'm so sorry. I caused you so much pain over something as petty as jealousy."
Minnie lidded her eyes.

"You loved me, well, love me and all I used to do was turn my back on you. But I will make sure you are never alone again; that you will never be in pain any longer. Can you please find it in yourself to forgive me?"

"Mine brother, non the matter of which the cause, I will forgive thee eternally. But thou must forgive thyself or thou will fall to ruin."

Minnie slid her hand up to his face, his tears running into her soft and supple skin.
"I know not what pains thee so, but thou must find it within thyself to covet the strength to let go."

Junior smiled into his sister's grey storms and wiped the collar of his t-shirt on his face to stop the tears. He kissed her nose.

"Thanks, lil' sis. G'night."

Minnie blushed a little, smiling submissively.

"Sweeter dreams than those past, mine loving brother."

Junior got up and was just about to make another portal when he looked back to Minnie's form.

"Just for tonight."

Junior thought to himself as he slipped into his adoring sister's bed, his back to the one person he would always look out after.