Burning Scars
AN/
Sara: Shouldn't you be working on A Woman of Few Words? Or Right Back At You? Or your other Ouran story? Or – Hey, wait a minute… You have like, eight other stories to work on!
Izumi: Yeah, yeah. I know. But I can't get this idea out of my head. And it's nine stories actually.
Sara: -_-
Prologue
{Sara's P.O.V.}
I was lying on my bed, watching the final episode of the 'Ouran High School Host Club' anime on my iPod touch. It was a regular Friday night in America. I looked over to my bedside table, and at the alarm clock.
2:37am
I sighed. It was also normal, sadly, for me to be up this late. Good thing it was winter break right now.
As the ending theme played, I allowed my eyes to shut briefly. Then there was a beeping noise.
'What's that sound...?' I thought wearily.
Suddenly, the smell of smoke wafted through the crack at the bottom of my door, and to my nose.
'Smoke...? A beeping noise...?' Then it all made sense. 'A house fire!'
I leapt off my bed, iPod touch still in hand and headphones on my ears, not even caring that I was still in my fuzzy black and purple plaid pyjama bottoms and thick purple long sleeved shirt.
I ran to my bedroom door and opened it - only to find the hall covered in fire.
I gasped. "B-But... How...? There's no way the fire could've spread that fast... So the fire must've started up here... But how?" I whispered to myself.
The flames came closer to me, and I ran back inside my room, closing the door to buy me some time.
There was no escape route other than the door and the two windows. I had already tried the door, so the only option left was the windows.
I carefully removed the screen from the window that faced the front yard. Then I grabbed my fluffy blanket off my bed, and jumped, wrapping the blanket around myself in midair.
Snow swirled around me as i fell. When I hit the snow-covered ground, it hurt - a lot. But I ignored the pain, and unravelled the blanket from around my body. When I was free to move again, I looked back up at my house.
Flames practically exploded out of all of the windows.
My eyes widened. My family... My family was still in there...
I jumped to my feet, and ran through the snow, a couple houses down the street to the home of a boy from my class, Nicholas.
I shoved my iPod into the pocket of my pyjama pants, and pulled my headphones down so they rested around my neck. Then I knocked on the door.
There was no answer, which I had expected. There were no cars in the driveway of Nicholas's family's house, but I knew he was there - even if his parents weren't.
I picked up a rock that was lying on the driveway, and chucked it at Nicholas's window. A few seconds later, Nicholas's brunette head poked out of the window.
"What the hell? Sara?"
I nodded as Nicholas closed his window. Not even a minute later, the front door opened.
"What do you want?" Nicholas snapped, glaring at me. Nicholas and I used to be friends until about three years ago, when the possibility of popularity went to his head.
I couldn't find the words to explain, so I just pointed to my home. Nicholas stepped out of the doorway, and looked down the street.
I knew that he had seen the fire, when he gasped and grabbed my wrist, before dragging me inside.
Nicholas grabbed the phone and dialled 911. Once he had explained to the operator what had happened, he turned back to see I was unconscious.
When I awoke, I was surrounded by white. I lifted my arm an inch in an attempt to rub my eyes, and felt a tug. I looked down and saw an IV attached to my arm. I glanced around, realizing I was in a hospital.
I heard the door open, and looked up. A man in teal scrubs came in, and I assumed he was my doctor. Though I couldn't remember why I would need one...
"W-What happened...?" I croaked out.
The doctor looked at me, sympathy flooding his eyes. "On January first, you were caught in a house fire," He explained. "You're whole family passed away, when they weren't able to get out in time. You managed to escape through the window, and run to your friend's - Nicholas Duvall's - home. He got you inside and called 911. Firemen and medics rushed there, and found you unconscious in his living room. You had lapsed into a coma due to inhaling so much smoke. You also broke your right leg and left arm in the jump from your window. How you even made it to Mr. Duvall's home was a miracle - you are a very strong, brave, women, Ms. Silveira."
I nodded, my body suddenly feeling numb. My whole family had passed away... Died...
So many memories of my family flashed in my mind. My identical twin sister Jenna and I pranking the teachers in elementary school by switching seats... My mother Jenna and I baking our birthday cake when we were seven... Jenna and I fidgeting on our field trip the day our little sister, Maya, was being born... My father standing with Jenna and I in front of the door to our preschool class - before he had become an alcoholic... My mom introducing my sister and I to her new boyfriend, Douglas...
I knew I should be crying, but the tears didn't seem to come... I looked up at the doctor.
"My whole family is dead... My father is an alcoholic..." My hands curled slightly, into fists, bunching the blankets up in the process. "So where do I go?"
The doctor checked some papers. "Well, you won't be able to leave the hospital for a month or two, so you can gain the strength to move your muscles again... But we checked your background, and it turns out your great-great-grandmother on your father's side, was supposed to marry a Japanese man. Neither of them wanted the marriage, and managed to change their families' minds - with the help of your mother's family. Both your mother's family and the Japanese family became could friends with your father's family and-"
I interrupted him. "Could you please get to the point?" I asked as nicely as I could."
The doctor cleared his throat. "Right. Anyways, the Japanese family has offered to adopt you, due to their connection with your mother and father."
I nodded. "Alright then..."
The doctor nodded as well. "You get some rest now."
I smiled faintly at him. "Alright."
The doctor walked over to some drawers close to my bed, and fished around inside of them.
"By the way, these were with you when the medics got to you." He handed me my iPod touch and headphones.
"Thanks." I replied, and he left. I used a lot of strength - since my muscles were so weak - and clicked the power button.
I gasped when I saw the date.
March 28th.
I sighed wearily and closed my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
Two months later, I was allowed to leave the hospital. My new 'parents' came and picked me up - in a limo! I found out that their names were Emiku and Kenji Yamazaki - and that they were part of one of the three richest families in Japan!
On the ride to the airport - where we would take one of their two private jets back to Japan - Emiku and Kenji told me that I would need a Japanese name, and 'Sara' wouldn't do. I had always thought that my name was plain, but it felt weird getting rid of it now that my family was dead.
After a few minutes of thinking, I had my answer. "Yuki Yamazaki." I said. "That shall be my new name."
Emiku and Kenji smiled at me, excepting the name. The rest of the rid was spent touching up on my Japanese - I had taken Japanese classes for four years - and telling me about the younger brothers I would have - all three of them.
AN/
Well, that's the prologue! How'd you like it?
Jenna: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KILLED ME! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY 'HI'!
Izumi: You're in the Author's Note, aren't you?
Jenna: *Glares*
Izumi: *Smiles* Don't worry Jenna, there's always flashbacks!
Jenna: Why you…!
Izumi: *Puts duck tape on your mouth*
Nicholas: Please review!
Sara: DIE YOU JERK! *Starts beating up Nicholas*
Izumi: -_-'