Sister Story of Deceiving and Prequel/Side story to kizukatana's Deception.

"…he's in juvenile detention because last year…he swears it wasn't him, that he was framed, but according to the police records he was arrested for killing a cop in a hit and run." –Sakura (Deceiving)

When Kiba Inuzuka is framed for murder he loses everything. His family, his friends, even the chance at making something of himself. He'll do everything he can to find the person who made him a disgrace, and make them pay.

A/N:

Even before I started Deceiving I wanted Kiba's to be a dangerous guy. I kept bugging kizu to add him into Deception and after she gave me the OK to write Deceiving I went ahead and added Kiba into it.

Unlike Sakura's story where her troubles were mainly internal and dramatic Kiba's –while still internal- is more external as his story includes a large amount of other characters directly interacting with him. Unlike Sakura he didn't already accomplish his goals-he's still working on them so it just makes his story more dangerous and longer then hers.

Part 1: Sentence


"Snitch!"

"Come back here! I can still kick your ass!" shouts out a strained voice.

"Where the fuck am I going to get my next hit Kiba? Huh were!" complains another.

I watch, John, Emilio and Chad as the search for me in the parking lot of the ware house across from the one I'm resting in while hiding in the shadows of a broken, dust filled room. All three of them are in pretty bad shape from when I kicked their asses a while ago. They tried to jump me for turning in their crack dealer in order to get the possession charges pardoned from when I stole all their shit and mum found it before I could trash it. I saw the effect drugs could have on a person-on how they can change a caring friend or family member into a selfish monster. Because of this I now intense hatred for drugs. Even something as chill as weed makes me want to lash out when I hear someone smoking it.

I shake my head to clear it of those thoughts. Now isn't the time to be going down memory lane. Mentally I check how wounded I am. A little banged up, they got a couple of good hits on me as the fight wore on and I'm positive I'll have bruises all over my body. But after a moment of thinking, I was sure I had no fractures or broken bones. They're searching for me because as soon as I knocked out all three of their dumb asses I left. Now, hurt and wounded they are trying once again to find me in order to attempt to kick my ass in hopes of saving their reputation. I roll my eyes at the stupidity of the thought. Everyone on the block knows I'm the best fighter. The only one I ever lost to is Sakura and that's because when she puts her mind to it she has some freaky strength that hurts like a bitch. One time while I was showing her some moves I swear she broke my arm with the sheer force of her punch.

Thinking of my best friend causes a painful lurch in my chest. Not one of heartbreak as others insists it is, but one of guilt. Guilt that I couldn't protect her that I failed her, and in return she had to take some drastic measures in order to save herself.

I shake my head to clear it again, hoping that I won't go down that rode, when I notice something. The guys' voices are fading. Meaning that they're finally leaving. I sign in relief. If they made me fight them again I get the feeling I would have to seriously hurt them so they will leave me alone.

I'll stay a while longer, I think. Until I'm sure they're far enough away that I can walk home without bumping into them and starting this all over again. I send a quick text to mum, telling her that I'll be home late and not to worry.

After waiting a half hour I decided it's time to head home when I hear a screaming laughter and an extremely faint sound that sounds like an odd squishing.

I freeze, completely dumbfounded by the sound. It sounded joyful-yet at the same time in complete agony. A chill runs up my spine as I turn to the end of the hall where I think the voice is coming from. I'm not sure as the sound echoes all around me.

Another voice echoes. This one demanding to know something-no not something. It's searching for someone. 'Hunting' is the word it uses. I silently gulp as more hysterical laughter fills the air.

I've got to get out of here, I suddenly realize. If whoever is out there finds me I'm toast. I think the squishing sound is from a weapon, but I'm not sure. Hell I can't even tell if it is a squishing sound I'm hearing.

Then the other voice-the demanding one- starts to sound familiar. I furrow my brow as I try to think back to where I've heard it before. As it keeps demanding I find myself creeping towards it- curiosity leading me by the leash until I'm in front of a door then suddenly hear a sob I know too well. Panic grips me then, without thinking, I open the door as quietly as I can before slipping into the darkness and silently shutting it behind me.

I'm standing in the middle of a black room and there's this dull red light in the shape of a door in front of me. Faintly, I'm still hearing the familiar sobs of my best friend coming from behind the door. Worry fills me, making me head towards her. Each blind step I take leads me closer and closer to her voice. Each heart-wrenching cry sends chills throughout my entire body. Every one of my senses is telling me to turn around; to not open that door otherwise there's no going back. I ignore them, though usually my senses are right.

Finally I grip the handle of the door, pulling it open to the horrific sight before me.

I find myself in a broadcast office of the warehouse; in front of me is a broken window that whoever ran this place must have looked at to make sure everything was running smoothly. The entire area appears to have the color drained, almost as if it's all in black and while. I run towards the window, while encased in shadows then look below. There in the center of the floor sits Sakura, looking almost the same as the day I found her in her apartment all those years ago. The only difference and color in the room is her hair-which she cut and dyed a light pink the day she left the city- falling freely above her shoulders and the vibrant red paint coating the floor. Everything else, her seemingly white tee, her jeans-is all still colorless.

"Sakura, what's wrong?" I ask reaching out as she buries her face in her hands. "Are you crying?" It's only then I realize I'm no longer up in the office anymore. I'm a few feet away from her, no more than a yard I'd say. The overwhelming scent of copper fills the air causing me to gag as laughter echoes all around me. Sakura's laughter.

"I'm…I'm not…crying for him."

The strange sense of de ja vu washes over me at the sound of those words. And like reading off of a script I automatically respond, "So, why are you crying?"

She lifts her head, and I start to shake. From her hairline all the way to her chin her face is covered with bright red paint in the shapes of two hand prints. Numb I quickly glance down to her hands, seeing them coated as well.

An insane cackle escapes her making me look up to see Sakura's bloodies face flung back, her illuminating emerald eyes are wide as tears leak out of the corners-mixing with the gory paint that covers her widely smiling face as more laughter fills the air. Slowly she lowers her head, looking me in the eyes while still grinning manically.

"I'm crying because…I killed him…and I've never felt so happy before in my life." She laughs again as I start to panic, just now understanding that I'm standing in a blood bath. I see my clothes soaking up what was on the floor while I frantically search for a body. I find none. Then I notice something strange. Sakura's laugh is deepening.

Jerking my head up I'm once again in the office, hidden in the shadows but Sakura is gone. In her place is a guy, it defiantly wasn't a girl with all those muscles. He could have been my age, it's hard to tell from the way he too is coated in red. He's wearing the same clothes Sakura was just moments before-but where hers were previously clean his was splattered in blood-with some places heavier than others. His hair seems to be a darker blond, more like that obnoxiously bright yellow rather than Sakura's icy locks. Then he turn to me, making my heart nearly stop for fear of being spotted and the vibrant red that coated almost all of his face, until he continues to look up towards the broken skylight. I swear to god that his eyes, burning with the same insanity that my best friend's had, glows a bright blue as if there was some kind of demon possessing him.

"Finally," he breathes before the sirens blare in the distance. "One down."

It's that moment I realize why his voice sounded familiar. That tone, that desperation and fulfillment is the same that Sakura had the day I found her after she murdered her father.

Then as if by magic the warehouse starts to darken and the blond begins to fade from existence leaving only the bloody artwork behind. However as the darkness swallows up the murder I start to feel a heavy chill. This chill however isn't coming from the cool air. No, it's coming from inside me. As if some sixth sense is warming me about a danger I should never face, one I instinctively knew I would never survive.

Was I the blond coming for me? Did he actually see me in while I was hidden in the shadows? I don't know, and frankly I don't care. All I know is I have to get out of here otherwise I'll end up like whoever was murdered down there.

With terror still gripping my heart I did the one thing I never thought I would do. I silently-but frantically- ran away.


"THIS IS THE POLICE. WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED."

I groan, shaking my head to try and clear the fog from my mind. What happened…my mouth feels so dry…Ugh I'm so thirsty and my head is killing me…What's that noise? I look around, realizing that I'm in mum's car, the clock on the dashboard glows a bright green. 9:09 PM. Suddenly a blaring light blinds me for a moment the same time I hear a voice demanding I step out of my car. Still somewhat disoriented I unlock my seatbelt then stumble out of the car. Groaning, while asking whoever had that damn light to turn it off before I'm gripped from behind and whammed into the side of the old Mazda. My arms are yanked behind my back and I feel two cold bracelets around my writs that close with a click. All the while I'm halfway hearing the words,

"You have the right to remain silent when questioned. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish. If you decide to answer any questions now, without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorn-"

Finally a light bulb goes on in my head as I understand I'm being arrested.

"Wait!" I turn to the cop that is by my side. His eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat. "What's going on!? What am I being arrested for?"

His lip sneers in obvious hatred and disgust. "For the crime of a hit and run that caused the death of a good cop and," he takes a whiff at me before jerking his head back then shaking it like Akamaru does when he smells something foul. "For driving while intoxicated."

Frantically I look around, to see if there is some physical evidence to what he is saying is true. When my eyes land on the front of mum's car, I feel my heart drop to my stomach. The front windshield is shattered, the hood dented and the bumper missing.

"I-it wasn't me! I swear!" Thinking back I vaguely remember the nightmare before the sirens woke me and the blond haired murderer in my dreams. I clench my teeth at the reminder of the murder I partially witnessed almost three months ago while running from my so-called friends. I don't know who the blond was, or his victim, but after seeing his gleeful face, one that reminded me so much of Sakura's right after her dad's death, I knew I couldn't interfere. That was a vengeance slaughter and if I were to rat out that guy I knew I would regret it.

Think back further, I order myself. To before the nightmare. It was hard; I was already exhausted as I was driving home after that final encounter with my shrink. The one I was forced to visit after I kicked Hana's boyfriend out of our apartment last year. With a black eye and a broken arm I might add. I thought I could chill for a bit before I returned home to mum's accusing eyes and Hana's glares. I went to the closest corner store to buy a soda, hoping the caffeine would help wake me up. However when I got into my car…that spine tingling chill that I've only felt once before…

"It wasn't me!" I shouted with new vigor and determination as I'm being pushed and pulled towards the back of the white and black vehicle. "Someone broke into my car! They knocked me out! I'm being framed!" I hear a snort of disgust from the female cop behind me as she tightened her grip on the cuffs. I wince.

"Nice try kid, but nobody saw anyone fleeing the area. We caught you red handed." The back of the door is opened and I'm shoved inside the back. While the male cop, who's now in the front seat, continues reading my rights as I yell out my innocence.

My trial came quickly, upon learning my age I was convicted as a minor, they almost had me tried as an adult but luckily that didn't happen. My attorney, Mr. Conan was appointed by the state and didn't believe me after no other finger prints were found on the car except for my families. I said it wasn't me it was a blue eyed blond, but the officials never believed me because of the lack of evidence. The trial took months to get to, by the time I even saw a judge my birthday already passed, making me 16 and Conan pleaded on the homicide being an accident due to my 'obvious' intoxicated state. I was then sentenced to 24 months in juvie. Two fucking years.


"Mum, I'm telling you! I was framed! This isn't my faul-"

"Stop lying to me Kiba!"She shrieks into the black phone that connects to the one in my hands as she glares at me through the thick plastic window. Her brown black hair, the same as my sisters but darker then min, is sprinkled with silver hair that wasn't there a few years ago. There are wrinkles on her previously smooth face, from frowning and yelling. Stress hasn't been good on her. "You've done this before! Blamed others for your mistakes well I won't take it anymore! The first time it was the drugs-"

"I never sold drugs! I told you I took them from Chad because I didn't want him to get arrested or something while high on that shi-"

"Then you assaulted Hana's boyfriend-"

"He was using her! I warned him not to treat her like shit and he used her for getting his grades up and sex-"

"Now you're a murderer because you couldn't stay sober!" She finishes, shutting me up as I try to force myself to calm down otherwise the security behind me would restrain me.

"You killed an innocent man Kiba." She states. "It was bad enough when your father was a criminal, do you know how much I suffered after the police came to my door and told me my husband was shot down after robbing a grocery store and holding someone at gunpoint?" I see her eyes, the same shade of brown black that mine are start to empty. As if she wasn't seeing me anymore, she saw dad.

"I've had it Kiba. When you get out of here I never want to see you again." She whispers.

"Mum…"

"You're no longer my son." Then she hung up then left.


Mum never came to see me again; neither did my older sister Hana. All of my friends, the ones who I thought had my back after the drug fiasco, ignored my calls and emails. They wouldn't visit me or write back while I sat imprisoned. The only one who would contact me was Sakura-and she was hours away in a small town near Connecticut so she couldn't do much. She was also the only one who believed me when I said I was framed. But then again I know her past, her deepest darkest secrets, I'm the only one who does; our bond is stronger than blood and deeper than the shallow friendships I shared with the guys at school or my old neighborhood. It isn't love, or well not the romantic kind. I don't know how to describe our bond other than that.

Juvie was suffocating to say the least. We were given two sets of dark blue jump suits, white tees, trunks and socks. All our showers were two minutes long and the food was shit. To top it all off we still had homework and chores to do along with going to therapy and for me an added weekly AA meeting.

The company was horrible, it was like half of the guys were proving that they were hard core, like being sent to juvie was something to be proud of, while the others were scared out of their minds. Some were crazy; you could just see it in their eyes, and others seemed to have just given up as if they accepted this as their punishment for whatever caused them to be stuck here.


I would dream every night of the three most terrible moment of my life almost every night. I would think of when I found Sakura, when I realized why she murdered her father. I would analyze the night I saw the after math of the blond murderer and the freezing touch of insanity that must have come from him. The night of my arrest I would try to catch some forgotten instant that could have been used to help me in my case.

Each time I woke up I would realize the same thing over and over again.

If Sakura never killed her dad she would have become the blond. If the blond framed me then that mean's he knew I was there that night. And I knew that just as the blond was hunting for someone I was now hunting for him.


Four months after I was sentenced there was another fight in the showers.

Now granted there have been some guys who have picked fights with me, some were one-on-one others were ambushes where it was me against five or more. The one-on-one's I would win hands down, but the ambushes were tougher and most of the time I would lose or security would break it up before there was even a winner declared.

Though I usually avoided other peoples fights, this one I didn't. The victim was the new guy, he was…well he was freaky. His right arm was completely covered in bandages that he refused to take off when around others. His hair was cut in an A-line look that gave him a girly appearance and his short temper pissed everyone he met off. But as I was getting dressed I heard them start calling him a freak then beating him down, I knew I couldn't walk away. The situation was too much like how I met Sakura.

Almost as soon as I joined in security came to break it up. Luckily I got off easy as one of the officers saw me enter the fight to try and save the new guy. I later found out his name is Sora.

Sora and I were almost inseparable after the second time he was ambushed which I joined in, again, this time I was able to fight before security came. Sure he would still say whatever was on his mind, but he also watched my back and joined every fight that he knew I couldn't handle alone. We quickly became beast at street fighting-I knew I defiantly improved from when I was a kid. After nearly half a year no one would fuck with us. We were avoided.

However, when the ambushes began on other new people I just couldn't walk away from it. Saving Sora gave me the reputation of being a protector of sorts. I was basically forced into fighting and saving others that couldn't save themselves. A majority of the guys were able to hold their own for a while, but when things got dirty and the weapons or back up came I would step in. If I wasn't enough Sora would join in too. A lot of the guys we saved started thinking they owed us, so they would give us extra treats they earned or that were given to them from the officials. Others simply respected us; they would get out of our way and greet us while the rest resented us. Ironically the few that hated us ended up being the ones who me and Sora befriended. Those guys were angry they couldn't handle the situation alone, that they had to rely on others to save them when that was the main reason they were put here in the first place.

The resentful guys, Chris, Mark, Justin, Ash and Jonny, all eventually started opening up to me and Sora. I learned their reasons for being here-parents who hated them or used them, thugs and gangsters who tricked them and set them up, friends who abandoned them…Like me they were all used, they were pissed off, they wanted to prove everyone wrong but they know that now that will never happen. The instant someone hears you've been to juvie they automatically blame you, is you say you learned your lesson they won't believe you. They all think in the back of their mind you're on your way to prison. That you fucked up. It's not their fault, it's yours.

Through that mentality we bonded, we started joking with one another. We all started protecting the kiss-asses, the wimps, and the newest dumbass in the brink. Through it all…we started to trust each other even though no one admitted it was trust.

Sora was the one who started it.

He was the first to open up, to say what he did to get sent in here. Unlike the rest of use though, he wasn't set up. He knows what he did, however Sora was still screwed over. Or well his mom was.

Sora's smart, really freaking smart, so after his mom and him moved to the city he was sent to private school up in Manhattan. However later on in his freshman year of high school Sora was found intoxicated in his school after hours. He didn't know that he ate a special brownie, he thought it was normal, but rules are rules. He was supposed to be expelled.

He wasn't though. His mom came and had a talk with his principal. And so he ended up being just suspended. It wasn't until nearly two years later Sora learned from the janitor that the principal has been black mailing his mom into sleeping with him in order to keep Sora in school.

Pissed off he went to confront his mom, when she admitted it Sora told her he can transfer. She started to shake her head no only to stop when Sora saw something on her back and noticed how sickly she looked. When he asked what it was his mom got quiet. So Sora went and tugged her collar so he could see what it was.

According to his mom the principal was into BDSM, but not the good kind. Sora's mom's back was covered in welts and bruises. So Sora, went to the school and broke in. He ran to the principal's office and trashed the place, pissing all over his expensive leather chair, breaking the windows, computer, awards. Everything was trash, and on the wall he spray painted the words: SICK FUCK.

Obviously he was arrested as soon as the police came. However his mom never showed up at the station. She was found in their apartment dead from internal bleeding caused by the principal earlier that day.

The principal didn't end up going to prison; with his connections to the wealthy he got off the murder charges with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Since he wasn't married at the time and Sora's mom wasn't there to say she was black mailed into the situation he was able to play the secret lovers card. Pretending he wasn't the one who enjoyed being the dominate one, that Sora's mom was the one who made him do it.

It wasn't until much later that Sora told me what happened to his dad, which also explained to me what was up with his arm. Apparently when he was about five his house burned down. He tried to pull his dad out of the fire but in return not only did he lose his dad but he also suffered 3rd and 2nd degree burns all over his right arm. Making it looks pretty gross with all the skin graphs and scars. Which is why he keeps it covered most of the time, many people after is happened would avoid him. He can't feel much in his arm anymore, most of his nerves were damaged, but after years of therapy he gained nearly all control over his arm and hand. He couldn't stretch his hand out, but he could make a fist. Which when you spend most of your time fighting off ignorant assholes, is pretty important.


"So guess what?" Sakura cheerfully calls into the phone.

I smile, thinking about what could possibly have her calling me and going through the half hour wait for me to get to the phones from the yard. "You finally punched your cousin in the face?"

She laughs, "No Ino is too feminine to get in a fight with me. If anything she's the one who starts all the fun rivalries between us." I snort, knowing that Sakura would love nothing more than to deck her prissy cousin in the face the first chance she gets. After hearing all the stories about how Ino won't stop trying to change Sakura into a girly girl like her I'm surprised Sakura hasn't beat the shit out of the girl. "Is that your final answer?"

"Yeah, so what's up?"

I hear her take a deep breath, "I'm graduating early!" She shouts, nearly causing my ear to ring.

"Damn woman! Make my ears bleed why don't you!" I yell out while laughing. I feel a weight lift from my shoulders as an unknown fear makes its appearance. After Sakura committed that murder I guess I've always been afraid she would get caught. That she would suffer worse them I do in a real prison. But hearing that she's making an effort, that's she's actually making something of herself…well I can't help but feel so happy.

"Congratulations!" I say as I finish. "You going to wait for a while or go straight to college?"

"I'm going straight to collage. I already have a ton of scholarships being sent out and everything so I'm as little burden on my aunt and uncle as possible."

"You know what you want to do?" I ask.

"I'm going to be a surgeon. But first I'm going to go to the state university to get my General Ed. done."

"Why not go to community to do that? It's cheaper."

"I need to have my own place to stay and can't stand it here anymore Kiba...There are too many reminders of…her here."

I cringe at the pain in her voice. I remember Sakura's mother, Mebuki was perhaps the kindest woman I've ever met. Though like Sakura, she had a temper and I swear she's the one Sakura gets her strength from, she was still the noblest woman I have ever come across yet. When she died as a casualty in that drive by all those years ago I felt terrible. That was the moment Sakura's terror began and for one year she suffered greatly. Now she's been living with her mother's family for 4 years and with reminders of Mebuki all around her-suffocating her with constant reminders of the beginning of her suffering…

"Okay I understand." A tap on my shoulder causes me to look at the guard who signals my time is up.

"Hey, look I got to go. But call me next week and tell me more about what's going on with school and stuff."

"I will, bye Kiba!" She cheerfully calls out.

I smile, "Bye Sakura." Then I hang up.


During my second year in juvie I met Chouji Akimichi.

Now his dad, Chōza, was our chef in the cafeteria. One of the chores everyone had was to serve the food, clean the kitchen, and help prepare the food while he does the actual cooking. You know, shit like that. So everyone knew Ol' Chōza. But when his son started volunteering in the kitchen it got weird.

As if Chouji was the new kid he started getting teased, attacked, and bullied. Whenever it was about his weight, the kid would go off on a rant and fight whoever called him fat. He wasn't that great of a fighter so Sora and I saved his ass a few times until we noticed something.


"Why do you have this on you?" I growl at the plump teen cowering into the wall while Sora stands watch.

"I-I-I" he stutters.

"Chouji! Why the hell are you sneaking drugs into a juvenile detention facility! Do you have any idea how fucked up that is!"

"I had to…" he whispers while gazing down as if he was had no other choice.

"Why?"

"Because…" he gulps before looking at me with hopeless eyes "if I didn't mom would have been arrested." Chouji squares his shoulders looking at me as if daring me to hit him for his stupidity. "Mom got laid off of work months ago and hasn't been able to get another job so dad's been trying to find a second while I tried getting a job of my own. But right before we got evicted mom got a loan. It was from a man named Gato. After a few months, though Gato started to want his money back. We can't pay him back yet. I went to go ask him if he can wait just a little longer and he said he will… if I started running ernes for him…" He looks down at his pocket where he was currently holding the drugs after sneaking it in from god knows where.

"Does your dad know?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I found out because I was the one who drove mom to go see Gato the first time. Her driver's license recently expired and we couldn't afford for her to take a taxi."

I back up from Chouji, thinking back on his story and trying to think of a way to save his family from this mess. I know it shouldn't be my duty to help them. Hell to be honest the police would probably be their best bet, but I know what Chouji is trying to do. He's doing what he can to protect his family, the same thing I did for Hana, Sakura, Sora and so many others. That kind of burden isn't something he should be doing on his own. He needs help.

"Chouji," I start "I'll help you not get caught but I'm going to be getting out of here soon. When I'm out I'll try to figure out something to get this Gato bastard off your back alright? Just hold on for a while longer."

His eyes widen in surprise. He must not have thought I would actually try to help him in this crime. "R-really?"

I nod. "I promise"


I got out of juvie on my 18th birthday. I was expecting that no one would be waiting for me outside of those gates but I was wrong.

Outside was Sora-who was released a couple of months before me- and the rest of the guys, Chouji and…

"Hana!" I yelled as I saw my sister waiting by the old vet van mum used for work. She looked older then I remembered but also smaller in height. Of course I grew over the years but I didn't expect her to be as tiny as I hugged her.

"Kiba," she sternly says while not returning my embrace. Slowly I release her, trying to take in her sudden reappearance in my life.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. "I thought mum said I wasn't allowed home anymore?"

She glares at me, almost exactly replicating mum as she whispers, "you aren't."

"Then…"

"I came here to give you the rest of your stuff. Mum almost threw it all away but some things she couldn't and as much as she wanted he wouldn't listen to her when you weren't around."

For a moment I look at her in confusion, not comprehending who she was talking about, then I realize who 'he' was, my mouth drops open in horror.

"She didn't…"

There was a booming, deep bark from the van. My expression shifted from one of horror to one of joy. In an instant I ran to the back of the van, practically ripping off the lock then being tackled to the ground by a fucking heavy large ball of fur and muscle.

"Akamaru!" I shout as I'm being covered in dog slobber.

Akamaru is my dog. Right before she left the city Sakura and I found him on a hot summer day on the brink of death. I raced him to mum, saving his life and finding a new best friend to help fill the void when Sakura left. I thought mum would have given him away, or at worse put him down. He is after all a big dog. Luckily he wasn't and he was once again in my care.

Hana and a couple of the guys emptied the van. There wasn't much, most of my clothes were given to good will and so were my shoes. The few boxes that were there had my old video games and game consoles, my lap top, some movies and mainly Akamaru's toys and food. My sister told me once again that I wasn't allowed back home. She and mom had totally written me off, deciding that it was best to keep my things until I was released then they could give it back without guilt. After everything was out of the van Hana left. Not giving me a glace.


To be continued.