Yeah, new story. I
know. A lot of my stories are on pause because I'm updating my
actual computer (which has all the documents on it) and since I'm
on my laptop, I can't get to them from here. I write these
things for you guys to enjoy a new taste, is all. Yeah, I care for
you There's some family
mixing here. Like for instance: Hiroki is Aelita's brother, not
Yumi's. And Ulrich and Jeremie are cousins. You see how weird that
is? There will be some stealing from my other story: Magic And
Needing Daring Individual Excitedly Ecstatic. It's like that so I
don't confuse myself.
No, this was totally unacceptable. This was not going down. Not in her book, and not in his brother's book, and not in her mom's book. He was to be here exactly ten and half minutes ago.
Uncle Kiesho was not pleased. Her father was always late. He was never on time. He never kept his word. He never told the truth. He never did any of that. He never was a true father. Leaving his wife and daughter here in Paris, while he went in Ajaccio once a month for a week or less.
Satomi wasn't in the mood to get him on the phone and nag at him till he got to the front door. She was already aching from the work she had to put up with today. All thanks to the lazy brother of his. Kiesho maybe screwed in a light bulb or two (as he screwed a few other things, but let's not get into that.) but he never really helped the family.
Yumi, on the other hand, was okay with her father's disappearance. She liked it when Uncle Kiesho came to visit. He was such a kind and funny fellow. And although Yumi was disappointed with his constant lies, she always looked forward into seeing her dad again. I mean, she's his daughter. But this time, she had college stories to share with him.
It was dead silent in the house. A little pitter-patter form the rain beating down on the window, and a sneeze, but other than that- it was silent. Uncle Kiesho usually never shut up, but he was lost of words. Yumi was one to easily get a laugh out of something, but she found nothing funny. Satomi would be telling stories to her family about her life, but nothing's worth it now-a-days.
Fortunately, the phone started ringing. The maid- by the name of Marisa, went up to answer it, quickly came back to the trio in the dining room, "It's a man on the line, to talk to Yumi."
She looked worried, like that wasn't supposed to happen, "Jesus, Marisa, Yumi's old enough to talk to men."
"There's a man on the line-"
"I know. You said. Let Yumi talk to this fellow."
"No, it's about Mr. Ishiyama."
"Hmm. Yumi, if you don't mind- I'll take this one, okay?" Yumi shook her head in no protest. Kiesho smiled at her as he walked into the next room to the phone.
"Takeo- is this you? Do you have any idea how long we've been waiting for…" A voice interrupted him, "Takeo." Kiesho was startled, "Who?"
"Takeo Ishiyama. I take it you know him."
"Yes, he's my brother. Who are you? How do you know him?" Kiesho tapped the counter impatiently. If this was another one of Takeo's friends- he'd sware…
"There's been an…accident, sir. Your brother- Takeo, he—"
"What do you mean accident? Takeo doesn't get in accidents." Kiesho didn't let the poor boy continue. He already sounded scared and like he was about to have a heart-attack as it was.
"He…he was driving, and…you know how bad the rain is today…and…the car swerved…and…he hit a guardrail…flipped over the damn thing…into this embankment."
"Where…where is he?" Kiesho managed to choke out.
"It took hours for the rescue men to take him out." Hours? It took Hours? What was that man talking about! Takeo is only about fifteen minutes late.
"Where is he?!"
"He's dead."
That was enough for Kiesho to jump back, "No, you're lying. Who the fuck are you?"
"Uncle Kiesho, is everything okay?" Yumi asked a little afraid of her Uncle's jumpiness. He just faked a smile to answer her.
"So, how is your relationship with William?" Her mom asked carefully to create a conversation at the table- mostly because she was worrying herself.
Yumi shrugged, "Just fine. I think we're going somewhere tomorrow night. He didn't tell me where."
"I think he's such a nice fellow."
Yumi rolled her eyes, "Yeah, me too."
Kiesho, in the other room, was not too calm about this, "Who did you say you were?"
"Ulrich Stern- my mom was in the car with your brother when he died. I'm so sorry." Kiesho's stomach churned. If he had eaten any of that salad Satomi made- he would've thrown it back up. Stern, that name was so familiar.
He coughed a little bit, to keep his stomach calm. Marisa was rubbing his back, also trying to make him feel better. She was nice and although she couldn't speak her perfect French (she was from America) she tried to best to keep the job she had.
"Sir? Are you okay?"
"You call to tell me that my brother's dead and you ask if I'm okay?!" He shouted that lightly, so Yumi and Satomi couldn't here. Kiesho didn't really need Yumi bawling and Satomi shouting right now.
"…I'm sorry. I mean…I am. I don't know what else to say, sir. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, goodbye." He didn't wait for the man on the other line to say anything else. He placed the phone on the hook it was on, and did something the Ishiyama men never did.
He cried.
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you guys ever read my stories, you know it's never this short.
Well, this is more of a prologue. So understand that. It wasn't
really the beginning. But now you kinda get where everything falls in
place. -Kiwi P.S. New chapters are coming for four
different stories either today, tomorrow, or Tuesday:)
