Growing up in relative seclusion was extremely boring. Kazuko was dimly aware of the circumstances -- she knew that her parents had done something very bad, or at least that somebody thought they had -- and that there was some family who wasn't very happy with them because of it. She knew also that what family was left had no proper home anymore. And she knew that her mother was mostly insane.She was aware of all this (which was really quite a lot for a young pup to be aware of) but it didn't really make the fact of it any better. Knowledge did not necessarily equal wisdom, and although she understood the situation, it didn't stop it from being...well...boring.
Add to that Kazuko's realization at a very young age that there was something...not entirely right about her. There was a voice in the back of her mind that whispered to her, seductive whisperings that urged her to get into trouble, to do bad things. This had been there for as long as she could remember, and it seemed to be getting worse the older she got.
Just now, that part of her -- the part she started calling 'the colored part' based on her firm belief that bright colors were responsible for psychological pain (a teaching she had inadvertantly gleaned from her parents) -- was searching for trouble. Now...the question, of course...was what sort of trouble.
A foxy grin on her small maw, she decided to see if her brother would be keen to start trouble with her. If her theory was right, he would certainly want to, right?
