Parking his car on the street near his home, Shun got out and sighed in frustration; another day had passed by, another day of hard work. He had made breakfast for his nine years old son around 8am and brought him to school around 9:30am by bike, then went back home to clean the house and eat some breakfast himself. Though like always he ended up cleaning so much his breakfast turned into lunch.
After lunching he had gone to work around 1pm by car; Shun worked at a small cafe in town, serving food and drinks and cleaning everything, and of course he washed the dishes and glasses after they had been used. And after a hard days of work now, he was finally glad to be home, around 7pm.
Shun was a twenty-five years old man living on his own with a nine year old son, without ever being able to go to college because he had to take care of the boy. With no college, a son and two small jobs he hard a hard time coming around, but he guessed he had no choice; it was either go to college and a bright future or his son, and Shun being the caring type he had chosen his son.
It had begun when Shun, at the age of sixteen, had a girlfriend named Haya. There was an accident, and Haya had become pregnant. Not wanting to care for the baby she broke up with Shun and left the baby on his doorstep once it was born. Shun had accepted to care for the little one, and now nine years later he was stuck in an everyday ritual of getting up, caring for his son Benji, caring for himself and the house only slightly and back to caring for his son again; a sad life and often Shun wished it had turned out different. Though, he would never want to replace Benji, ever. The boy was everything to him, his whole life.
Shun stood on the doorstep, standing in front of the door as he stared down at the driver's license in his right hand: Takeru Hasu, born on the fourteenth of July 1990. Takeru was his real name, but ever since accepting his son Shun had decided to take on a different name. However, the name on his birth certificate and all his other important cards never changed.

Letting out another sigh he finally took out the house key from his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping inside the house and slamming the door shut behind him. He really needed a break, a good and long one. Shun needed a bath. He felt so dirty and so exhausted, a bath would make him feel so much better. However, he stopped himself at the thought of Benji. Entering the kitchen the man laid his bag filled with his working clothes on the small wooden table before making himself a cup of coffee. After taking his first sip from the new brewed cup he turned around and stepped into the living room, which was really small; big enough to fit a small TV and a couch, a closet and a small desk with PC.
Shun stared around the room in a daze, taking another sip. He looked at the small TV, at a black screen. Normally the TV was switched on because Benji loved to watch these kids shows nowadays, but the boy wasn't here at the moment. Which was really weird. ''Where is he...?'' Shun asked himself in a mumble, looking at the clock. ''He should be home by now, right? I mean, I thought he would have gone home straight after school. He always does. He never misses a single TV show he wants to watch... Where is he?''
Shun turned his head to stare across the living room, his eyes falling on a small mirror hanging next to the closet; a heritage from his grandmother. It was an ugly thing, an oval shape with a dirty brown wooden frame and cracks in the glass, but Shun couldn't get rid of it, having the feeling his dead grandmother would punish him in someway. Shun walked over to it and stared in the mirror, an uninterested expression on his face. He ran his hands through his long black hair which he had pulled into a pony tail and sighed. ''Maybe I should consider cutting my hair short for once...'' he mumbled to himself, staring at his own eyes after that. One amber-brown and one a bit lighter, honey golden; heterochromea. Some people he met found it awesome and wished they had his eyes, he found it quite... disturbing. He didn't know why, he just hated his eye color. Correction, eye colors.
Feeling uncomfortable looking in this mirror any longer he turned around and finished his cup of coffee, before placing it on the small table between the ugly blue-green couch and the small TV. He looked at the clock, it was now 7:15pm, and there was still no sign of his son Benji. He began to grew a bit worried. Though, maybe the kid was just in his bedroom playing with his action figures. Who knew. ''I should check upstairs'' Shun whispered to himself before indeed walking over to the stairs and going up.

Once standing in front of his son's bedroom he noticed the door was closed and huffed; he had told his son to leave his bedroom door open whenever playing upstairs. But in case he wasn't in his bedroom either, Shun began to worry even more. He knocked on the door but there came no answer. ''Benji? You in there?'' he asked but still no answer. Shun knocked again, but on the other side of the door it was utterly silent. Shun swallowed and opened the door, not really bothering to knock a third time. Staring into the room it was dark; the curtains were closed and the bed looked like a mess like always. Wooden boxes filled with Benji's toys were opened and action figures lay everywhere across the floor. But no sign of Benji. At this point Shun really began to worry. The last place he could check was the bathroom and if that door was locked he knew Benji was in there. He would probably have gone to the bathroom, yeah.
Moving over to the bathroom Shun knocked the door a few times but again to answer. His heartbeat began to rise within seconds and he reached for his chest, feeling slight stings of pain; if he was going to have a heart attack now he better take his medicines. However, the pain soon faded. But still, he worried so much. What was another place he could have gone off to, inside the house? ''Benji,'' Shun called out, quickly walking back down the stairs, ''where are you?''
He reached the last lower step and skipped it by jumping down. He didn't know what to do, afraid Benji might have gotten into an accident when he was on his way home. Shun immediately began to scold himself, telling he was a bad father blaming him in his thoughts for everything. ''Shit... I should have never let him go home alone, I should have asked Hikaru if he had time to bring him here, or at least take the boy in till I got home myself... Shit, Benji! Where are you? Oh no, I'm a terrible father, he might be in the hospital because of my stupidity, or even worse...''
The door bell suddenly rang and Shun jolted, staring at the door leading to the hall and the front door. Not sure who was visiting him at this hour he was a little bit suspicious and slowly entered the hall. The door bell rang again and Shun stood in front of it, not sure if he should open. Until he heard a familiar voice call.
''Takeru, are you home? It's me, Hikaru.'' the voice said and Shun sighed in relief; it was just Hikaru, his best childhood friends. They had known each other since they were little, so Shun trusted the man completely.
''Hold on, I'm opening the door.'' he said, doing as he had told Hikaru. ''Hikaru I got a problem. Benji-''
Shun cut himself off as he saw Hikaru and looked down, seeing a black haired boy with brown eyes stand beside the man. It was Benji, and Hikaru had his hand rested on the kid's shoulder. ''He's here with me.'' Hikaru said, this bright yet rather annoying smile on his face; to Shun it felt like he was taunting him.

Shun narrowed his eyes in frustration at the light brown haired man, like he was ready to throw the door shut in his face. ''He was with you?'' Shun asked and Hikaru nodded, a slight grin appearing on his face; he had a hard time not to laugh in Shun's face. He always acted like this; childish, immature, jokingly. Though, he could be mature but only at times when he wanted to. ''You could have called me, told me sooner. I was worried about him. I thought he was home, Hikaru!''
''Easy tiger, he's save. He was with me.'' Hikaru responded, patting Benji's shoulder before pulling back his hand and rubbing the back of his own head, staring at the ground. ''Though I wish I didn't have to keep an eye on him almost every day... I'm not exactly good with children, you know.''
''Hey dad, thanks uncle Hikaru.'' Benji said like he didn't hear their conversation and dashed inside, not even giving his father a short glance. He did wave at Hikaru, before quick after disappeared into the living room. Shun stared at the boy before sighing and looking at Hikaru.
''I know, I know. I'm sorry...'' He whispered, feeling horrible enough already for being so worried at first. He should have known Hikaru had picked the boy up from school, because Shun had asked him in a text, because he had to work late today. He had completely forgotten about that; he just now remembered. ''I guess I need to hire a babysitter... I keep wasting your time and Benji isn't exactly happy with going home alone.''
Hikaru shook his head, resting his hands on Shun's shoulders and shaking them slightly, squeezing them a bit as to comfort Shun. ''No,'' he began, a worried look now in his eyes as he stared at Shun, ''I can handle it. You're not wasting my time. You just need to take a break for once. You've always been there for the kid as much as you possibly could, you barely had any time for yourself over the last nine years. You're tired, Takeru.''
''I can't take a break. I need to care for Benji, and I need to cook dinner still. Oh god I forgot to cook dinner... Normally I cook dinner exactly after making a cup of coffee for myself to drink, but when I realized Benji wasn't home I forgot...'' Shun muttered, rubbing his forehead and sighing deeply. ''Need to cook... Thanks for bringing him home, Hikaru. I guess I will see you later. You owe me one.''
''Nah, you're gonna owe me even more because I'm going to cook for you.'' Hikaru said and before Shun could even say something or at least protest Hikaru shoved him aside and entered the house. He gestured for Shun to follow him, a grin on his face. Shun rolled his eyes, guessing he could not oppose anymore, and followed Hikaru into the house, closing the front door behind him.

Hikaru was sitting at the small kitchen table peeling potatoes while Benji was sitting on the couch staring at the TV. Shun had fallen asleep due to this hectic day and sat rather awkward and uncomfortable on a chair in the kitchen, at the small kitchen table. In front of Hikaru, who snickered now and then as he looked up at the sleeping man, not able to hold in his laughter much longer. It was around 8pm now and at this time most channels broadcasted the news.
Hikaru glanced over at Shun and grinned again. As he peeled another potato he kicked Shun's leg underneath the table, causing Shun to wake up. With a groan ad a yawn Shun stared at Hikaru, flipping him off, and in response Hikaru's grin grew bigger. ''Evening, sunshine.'' he cooed and Shun groaned again, sitting up straight in the chair; his back had started to hurt. ''Shouldn't you be spending some time with your son right now? He's watching TV and you don't have to cook, why don't you go watch some TV together with him?''
Shun glanced at him before nodding and getting to his feet, shoving the chair back in its place and leaving the kitchen, walking over to the living room. The living room and kitchen were linked together, so Shun could keep an eye on both Benji and Hikaru if he wanted to. Because he didn't really trust Hikaru when the man was in his kitchen cooking. It had happened before that he had set Shun's kitchen on fire because he had forgotten to turn off the gas once and he had decided to lit a candle near it. Why? Shun had no fucking clue but he didn't want it to happen again.
Smiling he sat down beside Benji, patting the boy's head. Benji glanced up at him for a few seconds before looking back at the TV screen. ''Hey dad.'' was all he said, not paying much more attention to his father. Shun stared at the screen with him, realizing the news had started. He wasn't sure if he should let Benji watch this yet, because he was only nine, but so far it was only talk on and on about the floods in the south of the country, so Shun didn't turn off the TV or change the channel yet. However, soon the news about the floods was over for today and they went over to a new subject. Shun was dozing off again, head resting on his hand as he lazily stared at the TV. He could catch a few words as he tried to keep himself awake.
''...A new case of the Origami Killer. Around forty years ago Scott Shelby was killed during a fight with the local police and FBI agent Norman Jayden. After an accident he fell to his death and not long after the police confirmed Scott Shelby was the Origami killer...''

''What are you watching? The news?'' Hikaru suddenly asked and Shun turned his head slowly to look at him, but he was too tired to really think much of it. ''Yeah,'' he answered, not really sure what else to say, ''I guess.''
''...The Origami Killer is known for drowning their victims in rainwater; little boys between nine and thirteen years old. They would leave their victims on some type of wasteland, mostly up till only six hours after their death. There were never any signs of violence on the body, indicating the victims knew or trusted their kidnapper. The victims always had an origami figure in their right hand, an orchid on the chest and their faces were covered in mud...''
''Dad, what's the Origami Killer?'' Benji asked as he looked up at Shun. Shun stared down at him in confusion, before realizing the boy was talking about the news. He stared at the TV screen. ''...And you think a new Origami Killer has risen? Do you think this new killer has the same reasons for his deeds like the former one? And why do you think someone would want to become the new Origami Killer?...''
Shun finally realized that they were watching something Benji probably shouldn't have seen and he quickly got to his feet, turning off the TV. Immediately he heard his son begging to turn it back on but he refused, turning around to look at him. ''You've watched enough TV for today, Benji. Why don't you go play upstairs? I will call you when dinner's ready.'' Shun said and Benji sighed and nodded, not really agreeing with his father. He got up from the couch and slowly moved upstairs, to his room to play. Shun rubbed his eyes and looked at Hikaru who was still sitting in the same spot, staring back at him. The peeled potatoes laid in a bowl on the table; he hadn't done anything else for dinner after finishing off the potatoes. ''What are you looking at? Why aren't you cooking like you promised to?'' Shun asked, sounding a bit harsh. In response Hikaru shrugged, getting up and walking over to Shun.
''They said something about the Origami Killer? I thought they had killed that man. I just heard so on the TV.'' he said and Shun frowned at him, sitting back down on the couch. ''You know about this Origami Killer? I haven't heard of it much, maybe once... You can tell me more about it? It sounds like a sick joke.''

''Well it's not a sick joke, one of my teachers at college often talks about it. He said he was around ten years old when it happened and he was glad the killer didn't kidnap him.'' Hikaru said with a serious expression on his face. It was one of those few moments he actually dared to be serious. ''As they said just now on the news the Origami Killer drowns his victims, little boys between nine and thirteen years old, in rainwater, in some sort of well, I think... After they've died he lays their body on a wasteland and covers their face with mud. He lays an origami figure in their right hand and an orchid, a type of flower, on their chest. The boys that he drowns are often kidnapped four to five days before they are found dead. And there are never any witnesses. However, the killer got caught around forty years ago and died in an accident. His last victim was saved, the little boy Shaun Mars, son of Ethan Mars. You really haven't heard much about it? I mean, it happened around forty years ago and we're only twenty five and twenty six but still, it had been such huge news back then. I sometimes still heard about those killings up till today. They give that Origami Killer way too much credit...''
''I see... and there is a new Origami Killer now?'' Shun asked, staring at the black TV screen. He began to worry slightly and swallowed; what if it was true what the news told them? What if his son would be in danger?
''They say so, someone is indeed imitating the killer, from what I just heard on the news when you weren't paying attention.'' Hikaru said and he looked at Shun, still that same serious look on his face. ''You better take good care of Benji and keep a close eye on him if you want him to be safe.''