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Chapter 1.5
April 2nd 2001 ? 2:15 PM
It was a bright Saturday afternoon. My mother and I were cooking lunch as we always do on the weekends.
?Kaori, after lunch I want you to get started on your weekend homework. I?ll help you if you?d like.?
?Alright mommy! I actually need your help with my algebra.?
?Okay sweetie.?
My mother put the bread in the oven as I continued to stir the bowl of pancake mix.(we enjoy pancakes.) Suddenly we hear the roars of motorcycles and loud cars near the driveway. This is odd because hardly anyone comes over, especially people with motorcycles. I gave my mother an odd look, and all she did was giggle at me.
?Well go on, go see who it is!?
I ran over to the front window to see about 5 motorcycles and 2 cars behind them coming up our driveway. I bolted back to the kitchen as fast as I could to tell my mom there were people coming.
?Mommy there is a whole bunch of motorcycles and cars coming!?
The joy in my mothers face faded away. She now looked very worried, almost scared. She squatted down to my level and looked into my eyes, grabbing both my hands tightly. I could tell she was really worried, but didn't have any idea why.
?Honey, I need you to go hide? Go hide in your closet or someplace where you will not be found.?
I was very confused as to why she was saying this.
?But why mom? Who are they??
?Kaori, you have to trust me. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Just go now!?
She kissed me on the forehead and shoved me away. Tears swelled up in my eyes and my vision was blurry. I ran up the stairway as fast as I could to my bedroom. I tripped in the middle of the stairway and skid my knee on the ruffled carpet. The giant hall paintings were staring at me, motionless, and the glass windows were bright, the sun shining brightly in my eyes. I got back up as fast as I could and ran the rest of the way to my room and hid in my closet.
I closed the door, sat in a fetal position fidgeting with my hair. I suddenly heard a huge bang. I thought to myself ?she will be okay, everything will be fine. She promised.? Shouts came from the living room, my mother was obviously fighting with whoever it was that just busted down the door. I've never been so scared in my life. I began to panic, pulling my hair vigorously, breathing heavily, tears pouring down my face...
(Enter four gunshot sound effects here) Four gunshots, then silence. I was still, froze in silence as the tears kept falling down. I cupped my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from whimpering, and I was still froze. I had never been so scared.
Suddenly a man started talking. I had no idea what he was saying through the walls, but he was peculiarly loud. I tuned in my hearing to the man's conversation. ?Mizuki.? What? I was now very interested to what the man was saying, so I decided to chance it and take a hear. Shaking, I opened my closet door slightly so I could hear what the loud man was saying.
?Let's go, our job is done.?
What? A job? No it couldn't be...
I hear the roaring of motorcycles start up and the squealing of tires. Moments passed as the sounds begin to fade away. I closed the door to my closet, curled up into a fetal position and sobbed.
Two hours passed without a sound except the sounds of my whimpering. I sat up, still shaking, my eyes red from crying. I was wondering why my mother hadn't came to tell me everything was okay yet. Oh that's right, because everything is not okay...
I walked out of the closet cautiously. I walked around my room slowly and looked outside my room. I saw what looked like blood, so I ran over to the balcony on the top of the stairs. I stared blankly at the bottom floor, where I saw my mother; her once beautiful long brown hair was now drenched with the wretched color of blood. I couldn't move, the sight of my dead mother was unbearable. Tears began swarming in my eyes again. The only question I could ask was why. Why? Why was she killed? What did she ever do but help people in dire need? There is only one man I can blame for this... Akashito... Father, this is your fault...
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Chapter 1.5
Creativity, it soaks my soul,
I asked not to be alone.
You don't have to ask me for my hand,
I already know where I stand.
I asked not to be alone.
You don't have to ask me for my hand,
I already know where I stand.
April 2nd 2001 ? 2:15 PM
It was a bright Saturday afternoon. My mother and I were cooking lunch as we always do on the weekends.
?Kaori, after lunch I want you to get started on your weekend homework. I?ll help you if you?d like.?
?Alright mommy! I actually need your help with my algebra.?
?Okay sweetie.?
My mother put the bread in the oven as I continued to stir the bowl of pancake mix.(we enjoy pancakes.) Suddenly we hear the roars of motorcycles and loud cars near the driveway. This is odd because hardly anyone comes over, especially people with motorcycles. I gave my mother an odd look, and all she did was giggle at me.
?Well go on, go see who it is!?
I ran over to the front window to see about 5 motorcycles and 2 cars behind them coming up our driveway. I bolted back to the kitchen as fast as I could to tell my mom there were people coming.
?Mommy there is a whole bunch of motorcycles and cars coming!?
The joy in my mothers face faded away. She now looked very worried, almost scared. She squatted down to my level and looked into my eyes, grabbing both my hands tightly. I could tell she was really worried, but didn't have any idea why.
?Honey, I need you to go hide? Go hide in your closet or someplace where you will not be found.?
I was very confused as to why she was saying this.
?But why mom? Who are they??
?Kaori, you have to trust me. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Just go now!?
She kissed me on the forehead and shoved me away. Tears swelled up in my eyes and my vision was blurry. I ran up the stairway as fast as I could to my bedroom. I tripped in the middle of the stairway and skid my knee on the ruffled carpet. The giant hall paintings were staring at me, motionless, and the glass windows were bright, the sun shining brightly in my eyes. I got back up as fast as I could and ran the rest of the way to my room and hid in my closet.
I closed the door, sat in a fetal position fidgeting with my hair. I suddenly heard a huge bang. I thought to myself ?she will be okay, everything will be fine. She promised.? Shouts came from the living room, my mother was obviously fighting with whoever it was that just busted down the door. I've never been so scared in my life. I began to panic, pulling my hair vigorously, breathing heavily, tears pouring down my face...
(Enter four gunshot sound effects here) Four gunshots, then silence. I was still, froze in silence as the tears kept falling down. I cupped my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from whimpering, and I was still froze. I had never been so scared.
Suddenly a man started talking. I had no idea what he was saying through the walls, but he was peculiarly loud. I tuned in my hearing to the man's conversation. ?Mizuki.? What? I was now very interested to what the man was saying, so I decided to chance it and take a hear. Shaking, I opened my closet door slightly so I could hear what the loud man was saying.
?Let's go, our job is done.?
What? A job? No it couldn't be...
I hear the roaring of motorcycles start up and the squealing of tires. Moments passed as the sounds begin to fade away. I closed the door to my closet, curled up into a fetal position and sobbed.
Two hours passed without a sound except the sounds of my whimpering. I sat up, still shaking, my eyes red from crying. I was wondering why my mother hadn't came to tell me everything was okay yet. Oh that's right, because everything is not okay...
I walked out of the closet cautiously. I walked around my room slowly and looked outside my room. I saw what looked like blood, so I ran over to the balcony on the top of the stairs. I stared blankly at the bottom floor, where I saw my mother; her once beautiful long brown hair was now drenched with the wretched color of blood. I couldn't move, the sight of my dead mother was unbearable. Tears began swarming in my eyes again. The only question I could ask was why. Why? Why was she killed? What did she ever do but help people in dire need? There is only one man I can blame for this... Akashito... Father, this is your fault...
To be continued!
