Prologue
Death of Najika
Ever since I could remember, my Mother would tell me her secret. She'd remind me every night before I went to bed. She'd let Papa tuck me in, and wait until he left the room. She would sit at the edge of my bed and softly tell me, "I do not love you. Your Father loves you, and I love your Father. It would kill him to know this."
She'd lean in closer, "If you truly love your Father, you must always keep this secret. Always let your Father think that you love me, and in return, I will pretend to love you."
Looking back, I never really understood how stupid the situation was. A mother, telling her four-year old daughter that she was going to pretend to love her... Just plain, flat-out stupid. She should have just never told me.
In the long run, things would have been easier for her to just let Papa know.
Papa's family trips were exhausting. A whole week of fake smiles, and fake laughs. What was the worst, was when Mother would do something, and for a brief moment, I would forget she was pretending, and be really happy. However that brief happiness only lasted about ten seconds. Sadness and disappointment was always right around the corner.
I couldn't take it anymore. About three days ago, I packed an extra pair of clothes, my laptop, my wallet, this very journal, and the pocket knife Papa gave me. I strapped my bag over my shoulder, and climbed down the tree outside my window. Sneaking out the courtyard wasn't the easiest task, but I managed it. After I got to the street, I ran as fast as I could away from that house. I decided to throw away the name "Kaiba". I'd stay just "Najika". No last name to boast or brag about, as I used to.
It took me two and a half days to get from Domino city, to where I am now. Once I had made it to the bigger city of Ikebukuro, I slumped into the ally ways, keeping out of sight. If I knew my Papa, which I did, he would send out as many people as possible to find me. Last night, as I curled up next to a trash can to stay warm, a girl, with short brown hair, and glossy brown eyes came up to me.
She introduced herself as Chisuzu, and offered me a place to stay, and insisted I accept. I did, and now, I'm about to go to bed, or rather, couch. Tomorrow, I confess to her mother, Asako, who I am and what my story is. Good night.
-February, 6th 2012 at 9:37p.m.
Najika closed her journal and slipped it back into her bag. Clicking off the lamp next to the couch, she sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Najika Kaiba, the prestigious daughter of Seto Kaiba, the C.E.O. Of Duel Academy, and Manako Kaiba, former fashion designer, currently the "Sickly" stay at home mother. She already missed her Papa, but was too relieved from the stress of her Mother to regret her decision. Najika curled up on the couch, and closed her eyes, thankful to have a blanket.
