AN: I am working on my other fics but I want to do a huge update so thank you for your patience. After watching 'Orange is the New Black' and 'The Lovely Bones' and 'Room' I kind of got those movies stuck in my head and so wanted to write something like that. I'm aiming for 3000 words per chapter (with flashbacks) after this compared to my 2k for my other fics. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this. Please review if you'd like to see more.

Also, this is kind of inaccurate on how things are like in prison but I've only done a little research so thank you for your understanding. I've never been to prison and don't intend to either.

I might change this to M, debating on that

Just A Family Get Together

Chapter One – Separation and Isolation

Six years ago my daughter never returned from elementary school. She had always loved going to school and had been excited to read and to play and to learn things that she could tell my wife and I. Six years ago she had vanished and a murder investigation had begun. They never found a body but they found blood and a lot of hair. They said it was too much blood for them to come to another conclusion.

Five years ago, I, Hizuri Kuon, was convicted of the murder of my daughter.

The truth? I never did it but this is karma. I was never convicted for the murder of Rick and so my precious Aurora was stolen from me and the police came to the conclusion that I was the murderer, citing my violent past. I'm innocent in this. No one holds any suspicions against me, well none of my family and friends, but five years ago I was put behind these metal bars and became a disappointment to my father, my mother, and my wife.

"Hizuri," I hear a guard call to me as they step to the side of my cell. I look up with tired eyes, ones that used to hold such promise. "Visitation."

"Heh," I smile before shrugging my shoulders and the guard holds up his baton. Guess I shouldn't piss them off. "Okay, I'm coming," I whisper as I run a hand over my longer hair. Maybe I should just shave it all off, it's becoming a distraction again. "Do I get a name this time?"

"Same as last time," he says and I smile. I can't believe that it's been five years and still she comes to see me every weekend. I left her with our son, Rikuu Milo Hizuri, who should be about seventeen in a few months. I only get to see him two or three times a year. I'm glad that he doesn't come more though I want to see him, I don't want my family burdened by this.

"What's the problem, pretty boy. Most people would…you know, kill, for your opportunity to see such a gorgeous woman," I look up at him with a glare before shaking my head.

"You're not worth it," I whisper under my breath as I try my best to push away the old impulses of Kuon Hizuri. I don't know who I am but I do not want to go into solitary again. I don't want to lose my visitation rights. I don't want to let her down.

"What's that, Hizuri?" the guard asks me and I bow my head.

Come on, Kuon, you've already been put in SHU for disrespecting the guards. You're in Japan. You know you could get sent to death row for not playing along with their stupid plans.

"Nothing," I tell him as I stand up and close my eyes with a deep exhale. I stand up ready to obey him and to follow him.

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Kuon never hurt anybody like they said he did. He didn't even kill Rick. He was stupid and if he hadn't done the things that he had done as a teenager then maybe Rick would still be alive but we all make mistakes like that. Kuon took ownership of that but this…this wasn't him. I don't even understand how this happened. Our daughter was murdered but it wasn't by Kuon.

I hate this visitation area, I hate these telephones that I have to hold so I can even hear his voice, the way that I lift my hand up and can only imagine how it would feel to be able to touch his skin. They might call me hopeless or that I'm gullible but I want him to come home safe. I know that he didn't kill our daughter.

"Hey," I smile as the guards put him into the seat. He looks so drained and exhausted. It looks as if he's being pushed to his limits. "How are you sweetheart?" I ask and he looks at me with those broken emerald eyes. No, this man didn't kill our daughter. This man couldn't hurt anyone that badly.

"I'm okay. I've been okay. How are you?"

I can see in his eyes that he's lying but then I also know why he is doing so. He wants me to be happy and I've just overcome all the grief and mourning and found acceptance but there can't be that much acceptance. I don't know who killed our daughter and the country says it was the former Ren Tsuruga, the Japanese idol.

I don't see Ren right in front of me. I can't see that strong and confident actor who was filled with so much charisma. They've broken him. They've broken me too. I didn't want to fight against the backlash any longer of protecting my husband who was found guilty by the legal system and so I wanted to do something to give a better chance for my family and I went to law school. I'm not an actress anymore, I'm a lawyer and I'm hunting for a way to prove his innocence.

"I took on a new case," I tell him and he nods with sad eyes. "I think I'm doing well. I got in contact with some of the team from my mother's office to go through a few new case files. Maybe only a few more years until I can do the ones for murder."

"Yeah, I'll….have to see if I can see any murderers," he tries to joke and it pains me to see him so broken.

He wasn't given the luxury of being able to find an outlet for his grief like I was. Instead, he was convicted for the murder of his little princess. Aurora meant the world to both of us and when I think of her, I can see how much she loved Kuon. The ways in which they spoke, interacted, the way she shared what she had learned at school and he had tried to nurture that knowledge and they had both been so happy. He's such a good father, the type of father who would protect their child, and now he's caged up like an animal.

I want him out. I don't want to see him suffering any longer. I never asked for this. I never wanted to press charges on him but I did say I wanted to see justice done to my daughter's murderer. There is zero chance that I'm currently looking at him.

"Sweethea—art" I sob as I try not to break down. He doesn't need me to break down now. I look around and see the other people who he is sharing a jail with, these people could be Yakuza members or other people close to gangs. Kuon isn't like that.

I can see that the shower pressure is bad and that the temperature probably is as well because of the way that his hair is always a mess. When I used to make the Ren Tsuruga dolls, I would take pride in the fact that he was so clean shaven and presentable, I wanted to make my dolls just like that. The Kuon in front of me now looks as if he was left homeless on the street and he isn't taking care of himself.

"Have you been working on appeals?" I ask and he shakes his head before sighing. "You've been getting my letters, right?" I ask desperately and he nods but soon avoids eye contact with me. I just want him to give me something.

"Yeah, I've been reading them," he says before looking at me and shivers, "Why do you come here? The way the media reported it? The way that it's repeated? Maybe I did kill her, I don't know. All of those theories that were wrapped up in each other."

"Kuon, you didn't kill our daughter," I tell him firmly but he looks lost. I hear the guard call that there's only a few more minutes. I hate this. I want so much longer with him. "I've been getting your letters, I read them over and over every day. I love you, sweetheart," I tell him but he just stares vacantly at the glass.

I want to get him out of here, get him home. That won't be achieved today.

"How's your job?" I ask him and he looks down. His job…well, he first started out in cleaning, then it was in making something for a car company, now he's got a nice job in the library because of how smart he is. I wish we were in America, that I hadn't asked him to give up his US citizenship for Japanese citizenship. I wish that he was happy. Maybe things would have been better there.

"End of visiting hours," a guard calls out and Kuon looks at me.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes and it breaks my heart. There's nothing for him to apologize for. He didn't do anything wrong and yet he's put up all of his walls. I love you, Kuon. No matter what they say you did, I love you.

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I look up at where there is a man standing there with a grin over his face. I prefer eating alone and I've made that clear to everyone. That was what I was first taken to get punished for. Those were the early days when people were more interested in my celebrity status. What Kyoko doesn't know is I lost it. I lashed out and if I didn't have life imprisonment already then they might have considered sticking on some more years.

I don't like to be bothered, I don't even like the guards bothering me and fortunately I don't get that usually, only when there is someone new and they want to see the former Ren Tsuruga. The forty-two-year-old mess of a man and failure of a father. Has it been that long? Am I seriously forty-two? I guess so, I mean I was thirty-seven when I was put in here. Height of the acting career. I'm now old and I guess you age more rapidly when sitting behind bars.

Still, there is a man standing opposite me and I have to deal with him.

"You know that she only comes to see you because she wants to do you, she don't even love you no more," he says and I look down at the slop they claim is rice.

"Perfect," I nod, "Now screw off," I glare at him, my eyes narrowing.

I had always imagined that I'd be like my father at this age. I thought I'd be an international actor and model. I thought that I would have people still calling me a star, an idol, a hero, gorgeous, glamorous, and admirable. Admirability is hard to achieve behind the iron bars of a cell.

"It'll be more than that to get me in the mood," the guy says and I stand, using my height to my advantage as I give the guy the death look and see him back away a little bit. I guess they really don't understand my anger until they see it. I hate to use it and I see a guard marching towards me. What is it now? Scalding hot shower? Being kicked around until it's hard to stand?

"Hizuri, you're coming with us," the guard tells me and I direct my glare at him. "That's an order."

"You're so masterfully trained," I sneer as I crack my neck. I look at him again and he rolls his eyes. The man from earlier comes towards me and puts his hand on my wrist. Screw him! I turn around and punch him in the jaw, bringing his body down to the ground. They don't have the right to touch me. They don't have the right to bring out the true me, the me that I will never let Kyoko see.

"You're going down for that, Hizuri," the man yells after me and I shrug.

"Damn you," I bite back and the guard looks at me disapprovingly, "What is it now? Complete isolation?"

"Not today, Hizuri. The warden wants to see you," the guard says and I pause. Please not another transfer. Please. I can't have Kyoko move again. I can't mess up her life any more than I already have.

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I stare at the fourteen-year-old girl who is sitting on the hospital bed. I can recognize her face because she looks so much like her father but I can't believe that Aurora has been found. I don't even know how to react. The doctors want to keep her here for analysis and they don't know how she will take to me so I have to be calm when I enter the room but I thought only an hour ago that my daughter had been dead for six years.

I nervously follow the doctor into the room and Aurora shifts uncomfortably. I stand by the doorway not wanting to hurt her. "Hi," I whisper as she looks at me. Those emerald eyes, those gorgeous emerald eyes…I put a hand to my lips. "Do you…"

"Mom?" she asks as she looks at me with tears in her eyes.

I nod nervously. I can't believe that she's alive. She reaches out her arms and I rush forward, holding her close. It's been so long. So many years and I'm not sure what happened to her during that time. She snuggles in and the world seems to start making sense again.

"Where's Daddy?" she sniffs in a quiet voice and I don't know what to say. How do I even tell her that her father got a life sentence for her murder charge when she's sitting right in front of me. Does that mean that Kuon will join us soon? Will our family be back together again?