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[Frozenwinters]

Hurray for my Beta-reader Warai. =D


Prologue


The stains on the linoleum, the mold on the ceiling and the dripping of that leaky faucet… It was quiet obvious that this mystery held nothing more than a suicide. Three paramedics wrapped up a lifeless corpse on the floor and began to drag it out into the night.

Four long hours had I stared at her eyes, death was a purple, blankness that lurked in her. And for that time, I almost felt the small amount power that she had left in her, drain into my mind. Refreshment, it was all one could be happy about a death…

I fixed my eyes from the pale body, and worked my mind toward a man that called himself “Officer Makku”. What a stupid name, it didn’t even make sense.

“There isn’t much more here, other then this fresh piece of paper. It looked like she wanted to write something before… but…” the white light around him covered his face, “Anyway, we’ll just tell the boss that this was a self homicide, and no-one will be to blame. If you need any help, just call us and we’ll send a consoler, and other than that, we wish you the best of luck.”

He smiled, waved good-bye, and left me standing alone in the room.

It was still an odd predicament, everything just seemed too eerie, or placed just right. The only thing we had to show for it was the white piece of paper. Not that it would help any.

I guess I needed sometime to think, get my mind clear, and let go. It wasn’t everyday that my sister died, even though this wasn’t the only death in my family. Every year I had experienced this fate. It left my mother sick for years, until she finally passed. My father let go due to depression, and there really wasn’t a question why my sister would do what she did.



It only took less than a week for the press to loose interest in this, and the police to confirm me to an orphanage. An orphanage was the last thing I wanted. This house held value, life, memories and spirit. Even if everyone died close to home, it would help me bring myself around to looking up.

Although I had to admit, it wouldn’t take me long to recover… I didn’t feel at all bad; in fact I was almost gleeful. This would be the first time in forever that I would be free. I’d be free from the nagging, the attacks, and the pain; it would all be gone. And this is why I decided that for once I’d get my way...


Chapter One
In the eyes of the Kaori



The chirping of the birds had awakened me from my slumber. It was a bright morning; the blinds let the residue of the sun peek over my bed. Maybe today was something to look up to…

A knock came from the door, was that officer already here? I figured he’d at least give me more than a day.

I casually trotted to the golden brown door, which had some light on it from the nearby window. I gripped onto the golden knob and sprang the door open with life, a wind blew in which caused me to shield my eyes. After unmasking myself I found the pursuer of my house.

“Good morning,” the women smiled with a wave, “are you ready for school?”

“Not going,” I grunted in displeasure.

“W-why…?” She paused and looked into my eyes, from there I knew she could tell something happened.

“Because I can’t… I have to pack.”

“I see…”

There was a long silence. It seemed like the only way to get the girl away from my house would be to bring her in.

“I guess you can stay and help if you want.” I tried to reassure her with a light smile, which I’m sure looked rather awkward.

Surprisingly, she smiled back and nodded, “Just one question… Why are you leaving?”

I knew this question would come up sometime; yet still it hit me like a spear. Should I lie to my best friend and make her feel better, or would it be best of me just to tell her straight on, and let her get over it?

“Don’t want to tell me, eh?” Her glare was very sheepish, “That’s fine, I guess it is best to find out on your own…” With that she took her lead into my house. It still didn’t feel right calling it my house, but I guess that would be the classification now.

I walked behind the girl – Oh I guess you want a name right? Emily Page was her born name, same age as me. Her hair was long, black, and curly: It didn’t fit her at all, with the bubbly personality she put on, and what most people would think of as “blonde”. She’d just laugh it off if someone told her to change the color and throw some random object at them: which was her “request” for them to leave.

“Kaori-chan…?” Blah, there she goes again, using Japanese against me. I’m only half Japanese thank-you very much, Emily. “Is it fine if I just make us some food? You look like you just woke up, and I’m kind of hungry so-”

“Go ahead,” I mumbled scratching at my brown hair. She closed her eyes and gave me an open-mouth smile. It was cute, I had to admit.

The hard wood floors were beginning to chill my feet by this time. “Emily, I’ll be in my room. I’ll leave to door open, so you can still talk to me.” She didn’t answer, but I just shrugged it off and walked away.

“Kaori-chan, what does your sister say about you leaving?”

“Damn,” I cursed to myself, as I finished putting on my blue shirt. “She- uh… she was gone... before I could wake up! and-er left a note on my night table.” That would hopefully put her mind off of that subject.

“What did the note say?” The crush of lettuce came from the kitchen. She was defiantly making something.

“Um… Let me look.” I paused to search around the room, but nothing gave me the slightest clue of what I was to say, “I lost it.”

“That’s not good. Anyway I made some sandwiches for lunch and some bacon for you to nibble on now.”

“Great!” My voice couldn’t have sounded more false, “I’ll be there in a second.”

xxx


Blarg, I was mad and wanted to kill someone, so I wrote this. Tell me what I should work on, yadda-yadda, you all know the drill.

[Popple]

Well it obviously wasn't suicide. I mean, she would have wrote whatever she was going to before she killed herself. I like it so far though. I'm assuming it will continue, but even if it doesn't it's still good.

[Mona]

Whoa...epic. I think I'm already addicted! Write more, 'K? :D

[Yellow Magikoopa]

Well, if she didn't write anything, then chances are it wasn't suicide.

Pretty good so far, although I might point out a couple of spelling mistakes. "pale" and "fate" are spelled with an "ail", when they shouldn't. But nyeh, I'm just being nit-picky. Hope you finish this.

[Frozenwinters]

[Yellow Magikoopa]

[rawrskey]

I read like the first line and it's too emo/dark for me. No.

[Frozenwinters]

[rawrskey]

[Joshamuffin]

lucky should be luck.



starred should be stared.

[Frozenwinters]

[UPDATE] And thank my Beta-reader Warai for making my work not look like un-epic sludge.