"Something's starting today
Where did he go? why you wanted to be"

~November Has Come

"Rocky why not?!" I whined loudly

"Yoko Sen!" Rocky screamed so hard at me that a vein began to beat vigorously from his dark brown forehead. "No is no! And my answer is final!"

I escaped to my sanctuary known as my bedroom like an escaped convict and I slammed the door with as much anger as I could muster. Why couldn't Rocky just tell me? Who's Rocky? Well, Rocky Brooks is a slightly heavy African American in his 50's. Is that enough of a description, okay I guess not. Before I continue I want to put out there that he really is a nice man, despite the whole argument. Rocky is well mannered, soft spoken, very intelligent; call him a modern renaissance man. For as long as I could remember music was a very important in our household, well so was the army of dead animals? Strange combination right? You see Rocky teaches music theory at a college here in London and on the side he likes taxidermy. Does that clear things up a bit more? Ah, so you've noticed I said I live with Rocky? I had been since I was about four years old. He's been acting as my legal guardian since that faithful night over 10 years ago. I don't remember the meeting so well, but I do remember riding in the car with him as he played some Ike Turner.

Before I forget to mention, my name is Yoko Sen, and it's not Chinese, it's Japanese, I think.... Well whatever it is, it's just another indication that I'm foreign. What I really don't understand though is that Asians in general don't look like me. Sure I got the whole round faced, almond eyes, ivory skin, and extremely straight black hair, but my eyes are of a piercing azure blue. Also I'm 15 years old and I'm 5'9! Oh yes! Another point is that I got to Park Life academy, a private school here in London, which facilitated this whole argument.

For my English class, we had to do a project on our parents. Like I said, Rocky's been my guardian for years, but I wanted to know my real parents, you know the kind that looks like me? When I asked him about it, he exploded like an atomic bomb on me! I just don't understand why.

Suddenly, a light knocking resonated from my door as a hushed husky voice called by name. I didn't respond. Rocky tiptoes in as if my room was filled with land mines. One wrong move would set off a chain of reactions that would could destroy him. I sat indian style with my arms crossed tightly around my chest. He owed me big time.

"Baby girl," Rocky whispered apologetically as he sat on my bed. The bed whined and sagged under his massive weight, "you have every right to be mad at me, but please hear me out." I kept my mouth shut and averted my eyes to the Degas calendar on the faded yellow wall. November the first....

"I know you wanna know 'bout your mom and dad, and I know I should have yelled at you....It's just..." His eyes stared off into the distance to a place and time I did not know.

"Just Wot?" I finally got the nerve to talk to him.

"It's just" Rocky took in a shaky breath, "It makes me feel I don't useless when you ask about your parents"

"What?" I crawled closer to my guardian, but each shift I made caused the mattress to groan louder, "Why would you feel useless?"

He looked at me through is dark round glasses. His eyes were extremely sensitive to light, kind of like that girl Hellen Keller's tutor, what was it, Anne Sullivan? We never had enough money for him to get the surgery, so I've never seen him without them.

"'coz, am I really not a good enough parent for you that you wished to be with a couple of strangers? Even after all these years?" My heart fell to the floor as I calculated what to say next. I thought he was just being a jerk, but he did have a legitimate excuse for acting this way. I hugged my "dad" and pressed my check on his shoulder

"Rocky, you know very well that I love you, and I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. I just wished that I knew if they loved me or not"

He patted my arm warmly and said that my parents did love me, and would take care of me right now if circumstances were different. Rocky pushed himself off my bed which caused me to lose balance and hit my head against the wall behind me.

A low chuckle escaped from his mouth as he exited my bed room "Haha, just like your father baby girl just like your father."

I grabbed a medium sized hand mirror from my dresser and examined myself carefully. Rocky said that I was just like my dad, I'm assuming that means we were both clumsy, but what else had I inherited from him. My reflection stared at me with the same confusion in her eyes; whose eyes were these my father's or my mother's? My smile, my dark hair, my slightly buck teeth, all these things made me me, but who made me?

Welcome to my new story everyone! So here's the skinny everyone. At the begining of each chapter i will use a quote from the Gorillaz. Yes, there will be stuff about Gorillaz in subsequent chapters, but gimmie a bit! This is just your introductory chapter into the mind of Yoko Sen! So, this is just the first step she takes on the journey to find more about her identity and the mysterious disapearence of the Gorillaz, please read on, and reviews and comments are greatly appreciated!

~Swizzerz(WXH)