• " Ma! I- We don't need to do this! " came that first shriek, further amplified by the ringing silence of Creek Tree rd. A battered, worn red SUV came purring around the curve, a giant machine with glaring yellow eyes that pierced through the dark like sabers. Many a neighbor came forth, stomping across lawns to shout insults and complaints after the vehicle as it rolled by, it's driver seemingly unaware that she - no, her son - was causing quite a racket this late at night. The driver - Yumi Airashii. The frazzled older woman with wheat-colored locks tied into a messy bun gazed fixedly ahead as her son cried in protest, thrashing against the grey seatbelt with all of his might. Yumi calmy pushed away a shining, black boot that had been purpousfully thust into her wrinkled face, giving the devilish boy beside her one sharp glance before her chocolate eyes resumed their positions, once more fixated on the road ahead. Jin Airashii, the sandy-haired teen with the constant pout crossed his arms over his chest, chocolate eyes returning Yumi's glance with twice the venom and spite. And so it remained this way; instead of screaming and protesting, young Jin instead threw venemous glances at his own ma, a low rumble resounding from deep within his chest. After another half hour of silent - well, almost silent - traveling, Jin gave in to his emotions. Tears sprang to his deep eyes, brows furrowed in confusion and fright. " Please, ma, I promise I can change! I will - " the car pulled slowly to a halt beside an old victorian house as the weary woman turned to her son, tears of hatred stinging her own tired eyes. Without a word, she wrapped both frail arms around her son, each breath shaking with a new sob. Jin swatted at the lady half-heartedly, dazed.