• It was a another rainy day in the City outside of Hiroshima. Not the heavy rain that would kill us all in days because of the mountains surrounding us; it was a peaceful light rain, the rain drops splashing lightly making little ringlets around them in every puddle I see. Each rain drop having its own shade of blue.

    I ran out the door wishing my mum and dad a good day and asked Ritiyo, My 19 year old brother, to pick me up after school. I grabbed my ipod, earphones, and a hat to cover me Neko ears and my school books. I quickly ran to school that was a few blocks from my home when I noticed a strange figure in the ally way. It was like he was waiting for me.. when It moved itself away from the way, Ami ran passed me, rushing to school just like me.. I began to run again but looked at the place where the strange figure was and it was gone.

    I got to school and headed straight to my first class because as I just got on school grounds, the bell ranged. Running to class I bumped into my Math teacher Mr. Bonthano

    “Oops! Sorry sir I was in a rush,” I exclaimed.
    “No worries Akemi. it was a accident.” He replied in a cheery voice.

    I picked up my hat and ran to American English class and quickly sat down next to Ami.

    “Where have you been?” she asked me in a concerned voice, “ Sensei isn’t gonna be happy,” she went on.

    Sensei walked into the classroom and everyone stood up and in unison and harmony said “Good Morning Sensei.” and sat back down.

    “Good Morning class,now today we will learn the uses of apostrophes today...” and she continued on... going on and writing ‘It’s’ and ‘They’re’ and circling the apostrophes.
    after of about 15 minutes of that.. she began to rummage though her book for more words and asked us to say the words that she writes on the book.

    But when we got to the second sentence, the door slammed open and everyone went silent. two large men were standing at the door. both eye balled the room and then headed over to the Sensei’s desk with there backs turned on us. Everyone look at each other and wrote notes asking what is going on. But only I know who they are. they are the people who come and tell news that would make a grown man cry. I bolted out of the room and ran home. I was run so fast it felt like i was weightless, like a bird fly or flying though space and time.

    I reach my house and continued to run up to the door. but just when i got to the door and grabbing the handle, a huge hand grabbed my arm making me feel like a rock slammed into my arm.

    “Son you don’t know what’s going on...,” one one them said in a deep solemn voice “This is more serious then a beating.” he continued.
    I ripped my arm out of his hand and snapped back, “what can be more serious then a beating of family? huh? Come on spit it out!” i shouted with rage. what can be more serious then a beating?

    we stood by the door for what seem like a eternity,alone with this two guys that were here to tell me something that i don’t want to know. after about another 2 minutes of silence and standing, one of them broke the silence.

    “What can possibly be worse then a beating is Death..” He said in the most sol
    and when he said that, I just couldn’t believe it. how could my family be dead when i’ve been at school for not even an hour? i felt tear after tear coming down my rose red cheek. my purple eyes, were now near blood shot from the tears. My usual cheery,perky face was now of a person that my parents said were to depressed for this world.

    I turned to the door and slow reached for the door, thinking my parents are still alive. I turned the knob and opened the door and to my startle, the do collaped off the frame.

    “A violent break in...” I whispered to myself.

    I quietly walked though the house calling for my family... no response. I headed to the kitchen where I last saw them and I quickly clapped my hands over my mouth... what can only seem like it could happen in horror movies is in my very house in the same room I'm in. I collapsed to the floor and prayed that this wasn't true... that they were faking and that everything is okay.
    As I prayed I begain to feel the warm tears rolling down my face and down my neck into my handsas the dripped of of y cheek.I cried and cried until I heard a moan in the living room.. I snapped my head up and rushed to the room and found my dad's body, lying in a pool of blood. But the moan was't coming from him.. it was coming form the figure next to it.. Ritiyo.. he was alive. I rushed over to him,ignoring the gash shallow gash on his chest and hugged him.
    “It's going to be okay.. we're going to be fine.” but it wasn't... I knew that from this point I was going to live with just the brother that I loved and cared about no matter what. He groaned again and pointed to something behind me. I turned,shaking. He was still here... with his weapons of murder.. I gasped and closed my eyes,ready for death. But it never came.. I opened one eye and I looked over to my right to discover that he was under a massive pile of police officers. Ritiyo was surrounded by Medics and fist aids man.

    “Son, My name is Akanato Termeci, and I need to have a talk with you and your brother at the hospital.” A man in a black pinstriped suit told me.
    I simply nodded and he beckoned me to his car behind the ambulance. I followed him and watched the medics carry my brother to the ambulance and we were on our way.

    The car ride to the hospital was very strange. This person I don't even know possibly knows my who family, and possibly me. I was scared. Feeling no warmth in my cheeks after that 10 minutes of sobbing.

    What will happen to me? To ritiyo? That question will never have a answer I thought...

    “I bet you have a lot of qustions in mind. I'm here to answer those. Go ahead and ask.” Akanto told     me.