1.My Little Gem

[[1.My Little Gem]]

[[3rd Person's POV]]

In San Andres, Manila, Philippines, people were shouting, crying, °grieving°. Once again, a fire broke out in one of the houses from the sqautters' area, and when a fire breaks out in one house, due to nearly all of the houses being made out of light materials and being close to each other, the fire had naturally spread, gaining more and more area.

The people, unlucky enough to have had their houses be engulfed by flames, or were about to be, screamed, panicked, and did everything they could to either salvage what they could or try to put out the fire. Sadly, because of how narrow the spaces were, putting out the raging fires were harder than it should have been, and the firefighters that had arrived would have a hard time "killing" the fire because of said narrow passages.

And, as the fire continued to rage, a child watched on from the street, unbothered by the frantic people running around her. She looked to be about only 7-years-old, bruised, tired, and hungry. And in her embrace, was a smaller girl, no older than 4.

They were sisters, and now the sat alone, crying into each other's embrace, confused and scared, not knowing what to do as they blocked out their parents' anguished screams.

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Fire related incidents are quite common around the world, all with varying intensity and danger. And Philippines had them, too.

It started off with a simple candle, left lit in the night, forgotten by an elderly couple, as the electricity was currently out from the heavy rain earlier at that time. Then, with the candle left unattended amd had been sadly been placed close to a flammable object, it soon became the cause of a massive fire that engulfed 309 houses, destroying them,  injured 121 people, and had killed 32 people, including the parents of Jasmine and Julie, a 7 and 4 year old.

These two children had experienced something very traumatic, having had their parents killed quite close to them at such an disturbingly young age. They had even heard their screams of agony. However, as young as Julie was to have had her parents be taken away from her, she was young enough to be able to "process" her parents' death. She was only 4, too young to even comprehend what her parents dying had meant, too young to realize why, and too young to be able to receive too much of a negative impact from it.

However, Jasmine, was the one who would be affected the most out of this sad event. A research about how a parent's/s' death could affect them had said, "Children who experience parental loss are at a higher risk for many negative outcomes, including mental issues (e.g., depression, anxiety, somatic complaints, post-traumatic stress symptoms), shorter schooling, less academic success, lower self-esteem, and more sexual risk behaviors​." And, as mentioned, though Julie was young, she was °too° young to have such understanding that would forever impact her. But sadly, Jasmine was just young °enough° to be at risk of what were mentioned above!

Even now, in a temporary camp for the people affected by the fire, together with a family that had decided to kindly watch over them, Jasmine had her eyes wide opne, dry and lifeless. The screams of her parents had been repeatedly going on and on and on in her head, and even the agonizing screams of other people sometimes popped up.

And Jasmine was scared. Scared, horrified, frightened and shocked. She was feeling too much negative emotions, emotions that someone so young shouldn't be able to muster. The death of someone so close to you, someone you loved, your parents, was a soul crushing thing for everyone, and for Jasmine, the feeling would sadly be multiplied.

"Mama.... Papa....." The little girl cried out softly(hoarsly), still in disbelief and in silent denial. Jasmine wanted to scream, and shout, and rage, and just...let out her grievance! But she couldn't! As broken as she currently is, from all the fatigue, the fresh memories of her parents dying, plus their haunting screams and possible trauma it brought to the girl, Jasmine held onto Julie, her precious little sister, who she felt didn't deserve all this.

"Julie...." The little girl whispered, her voice strained and broken. Inside her eyes, a glint of °something° passes by. In the future, things are uncertain. However, Jasmine was sure, that she'll always be there for her little sister.

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After the incident, many had become pitiful. They already had a hard life as squatters, but those affected by the fire now harder lives, with their houses burned down, their stuff and money now ashes and coal, and most had also lost people, family.

And as for Jasmine and Julie, and like any kid that had lost their parents at such a young age, after having been handed to the authorities, they will most likely be sent to an orphanage if they had no relatives to take them in, and most likely, they would be separated from each other. Of course, if Jasmine knew of this, she would most definitely shatter, more than she already is.

However, as soon as the fire that had engulfed many houses in San Amdres had made the news, many relatives of the people that lived there had made efforts on finding out if they were safe, which included Jasmine and Julie's relatives.

Paulo Sulivan, the brother of Jasmine and Julie's mother, and Kara Sulivan, Paulo's wife, upon finding out what had happened to the squatter area in San Andres, had tried to get a hold on Miriam Soragon, Jasmine and Julie's mother, and John Eliza Soragan, who they knew were living in San Andres's affected area with their two daughters. And, having received no answer to their calls, the couple had quickly made their way to San Andres Police Station, in hopes of finding anything about the Soragon family.

However, while the married couple did that, Jasmine and Julie, who were in a tent for the children who had lost their parents, and the elderly, watched over by a police officer, were currently hugging each other tightly.

Julie had woken up some time ago, and the loss of her parents had quickly filled her mind, causing her to cry quietly in her sister's embrace. Jasmine, for her part, due to the traumatizing event, "matured", and had made sure that her little sister would cry her sorrows away.

"Huwag kang magalala, aking munting hiyas. Nandito ako. (Don't worry, little gem. I'm here.)" The older sister whispered into her littoe sister's ear, soothing her a bit. Jasmine, though barely hanging on a thread emotionally, and was near her breaking point physically, promised to herself, that she would always, °always° be there for her little sister.

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[A/N: Just a little side project. 1,000 words would be the average per chap, since this shouldn't be too serious. I'm doing this since I want to get better at capturing someone's personality and properly conveying them, so that I could also make <From Truck-Kun to Part-Time System> better.

This will be a story of a yandere big sister looking out for her innocent little sister, and in the future, they'll become independent Vtubers, who'll be, at some point, be collabing with other big-shot Youtubers and some rising Vtubers, too!

And, so to not to spoil, I'll just say that Hololive will be more than just a Virtual Idol agency.]