SUZUMIYA, amaterasu

Amaterasu Suzumiya.

17.

Female.

Japan.

Here.

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Here the trouble making little girl was born. Born to her parents Ichiro and Amaya; the two of them were quite busy after the birth of their baby girl. Amaterasu didn't know it then but her parent's were quite powerful. Having jobs high up in their companies, they rarely got to spend time with their baby. Being tossed from nanny to nanny; becoming attached only to watch them leave. Amaterasu felt slightly detached from the rest of the world. Amaya believed that Amaterasu loved the outside and would try to take the infant outside as much as possible.

Though even this came to an end, and when Amaterasu entered Kindergarten. She wasn't even sure what to call her parents. They were just there. They weren't as loving and supportive as the other kid's parents. They didn't hold her hand and speak to her with a soft voice. She was just there to them, and they were just there to her. Tears filled her eyes at moments when she was in class, and the crayons snapped in her hands. She was angry, so angry. Why couldn't they love her like other parents loved their kids?

Why did they hate her?

So Amaterasu began to act out. She would do strange things to get their attention. Start fights with the other kids. Draw on the walls. Just so her parents would talk to her and pay attention to her. But the more she did, the more they looked down upon her. The less of love and affection she recieved. And that made Amaterasu reach her resolve. Just to give up.

She would never be loved, it was obvious. Her parents hated her and they always would. She just couldn't fight it anymore. It wasn't until Amaterasu was eight years old was her sister born. Her sister, Yarii, was a bouncing baby girl who was beloved by everyone. Even more than Amaterasu herself. She watched in disdain as her mother and father showered her sister in love. The sour feelings grew into bitterness for the infant and she would often ignore Yarii. Until Yarii died.

She died from having a weak heart, the doctor's said. Amaterasu felt guilty. Her bitterness towards her sister creating a handicap for her so she wasn't able to enjoy her sister's life. Mourning over her sister was short, and she found herself falling deeper into sadness later on. Her parents returned to ignoring her, nothing had changed. They hadn't learned.

Ages nine and ten passed and with them arose a new behavior problem.

The troubled teen. That was her label when she turned the age of eleven. No longer okay with being under her parent's thumb, she yearned for something more. Amaterasu wanted freedom. Gathering her accumulated birthday money, she purchased a bass guitar that she named 'Yarii'. It was a pretty name and belonged to her sister who her parents didn't even tell her existed. Since that day, she'd often lock herself in her room when she was at home. Playing the guitar and producing sounds of loneliness and discontent. Her parents however weren't worried believing it was just her becoming a teenager.

But they hadn't seen what was brewing inside of that head of hers. Heart pounding against her chest, fingers sweating Amaterasu was growing numb to the world. Having her best friend desert her, being ostracized from the other kids. What other hope was there? That weekend soon came and passed, and it was time for school to start again. With Yarii strapped to her back, Amaterasu headed to school with a new persona and state of mind. At first, she was laughed at for carrying around an instrument that was bigger than her. But by shooting the kids a cold glare, their words were silenced.

People whispered. Where was the timid and shy little girl that they could pick on? She could feel eyes on her, and it didn't matter. They didn't matter. Before the end of the school day, Amaterasu headed to the VMMORPG Club, and asked if she could join. There were only boys there and seeming by their attire; they were described as nerds. Happy to have a girl with them, she was accepted off back without any words asked. Her parents grew distressed; Amaterasu didn't bother them about spending time with her, the family hardly spoke.

However, they addressed the problem when Amaterasu turned fourteen. Telling their daughter they were worried about her. Her room littered with sheet music, video game cases and her Nerve Gear sitting proudly upon the shelf by her bed. She reassured them she was fine. They fought back. She yelled as did they. Voices escalated and soon it was quiet. A red hand print against Amaterasu's cheek, her mother's eyes filled with tears and her father staring at his hand wondering what he had done. Since that day, she ostracized them. She wouldn't acknowledge them no matter what.

This silence continued on for two years, that was until the release of Sword Art Online. Her mother had bought it for her as a way to make up for what happened between the two of them. Leaning close to the present, Amaterasu almost smiled before putting it inside of the Nerve Gear. That world was beautiful. Grand. It was wonderful and everyday inside of the Beta, Amaterasu fell deeper for SAO.

It wasn't until the game was fully brought out into the open that she felt good joining it. Shutting her eyes, she concentrated upon the game letting her world melt away. Her hand clenching Yarii tightly.

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Paradise.

She sat amongst the rolling hills underneath the sky that faded from a summery sky blue to a light orange. A smile crossed over her lips, one that was rarely seen nowadays. Content with the images before her, logging off seemed too distant. Then the dream would end and she'd be thoroughly upset. Relaxing for a few more moments, it wasn't long till a 'ping' was heard and she was transported to the square. Among the other 9,999 distressed players, she was one of the first to look towards the sky.

The man clad in the red robe was none other than Akihiko Kayaba. In that moment, she felt a distance from her body. Years of being told what to do, being left behind and ignoring raged within her. Heart beating quickly, she curled her fingers into a fist as he disappeared leaving them all to their thoughts. The anger, the rage. The sadness, the fear. It all boiled within her. The fear melted into rage, the sadness became strength and with all of her might she stuck her middle finger to the sky.

I'm not playing by your stupid game, and I don't want to hear your fuckin rules. Way that I see it, I'm getting out of here, going back to my guitar and my normal life. And if you have anything to say about it. Two words. Bite. Me.

There was no way she would be a doll. No way. Okay with her decision, she trudged off into the wilderness content with her thoughts and state of mind.