Prologue:
"Dad, I'm home" I yelled. But the first thing I saw was a policeman. "Hello, kid." He said. "Is, Masaharu Ishida your father?" I nodded fearing what happened to him.
"We found him dead-" that was the end of my life.
Chapter 1-New Life"Hey kid! Come back here!" the shop waved his fist at me. Like who cares? I thought.
It's been 5 years since my dad was found murdered. They never found the murderer. I had been adapted to the Greenwoods, but hell, they were mostly gone leaving me to guard the house 24/7, 356. But the good thing was they gave me 15 dollars a week. After 3 months or so, I decided to live on streets.
That's where I am now.
I paddled my bicycle as fast as I could away from the manager. I just stole a box of cake. Aren't I smart?
I stopped at an alley, where my "home" was. Just bunch of discarded boxes. No one ever came in there, for fear of…black cats.
I mean, come on, afraid of black cats? That's so stupid.
That night I had just finished my cake and pulled out my harmonica. Grey and shiny, it was given to me from Dad. He taught me how to play it. 'Blues Harp' it read.
I put it on my mouth and played a song.
Only if I knew the police were searching for me quietly.
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The offices of Odaiba's Department of Youth Services were painted a dull olive-green, (probably with camouflage paint left over from World War 1, I guessed) The walls were lined with dusty plants atop battered old filing cabinets. At a dozen gray metal desks scattered around the room, harried-looking people spoke on the phone and typed reports.
"Let's see," Yoshiki said, reading through my arrest record. "Breaking and entering.. Malicious mischief. Resisting arrest." He raised an eyebrow at me. I did the same. "Anything else I should know about?"
"Robbed few shops." I lazily hung over the chair. "Well," the worker said. "We have found you a home, the Takaishi. And this time, you can't run out."
What the hell did that mean?
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I found out.
Now, I'm standing outside the home of Takaishi's. Ms. Natsuko Takaishi had brown hair and blue eyes with nervousness. Beside her stood.. A boy. That looked like me. Blonde hair and blue eyes. I shuddered.
"I missed you so much, Yamato!" Natsuko hugged me tight. "It's been so long since I've seen you!" Corner of my eyes, I saw Yoshiki leave. 'No, please don't leave!' I thought. Then,
"How do you know me?" I backed up. Takeru Takaishi put his arm around my neck. "Stop kidding, 'Niichan!"
What the hell?!
"Listen! I don't have a brother!" I yelled, scooting away from them. They looked at each other, shocked. "Yamato, I'm your mother." Nancy softly said. "But.. But Mom died!" I felt my knees go wobbly.
"Dad was lying." Takeru said. 'What the HELL is GOING on?!' I thought.
"Let's go inside first." Nancy said. "Then we'll talk." I followed them inside the last. Big house, I realized. The house from my dreams every so often. "Sit down." I sat down at middle of two people.
"When you were young." Nancy began. "Your father and I had fights. That's when we decided to break up. I guess he decided not to tell about Takeru here."
I nodded.
"So, it's a new beginning!" Takeru cheered. How can he be so happy? I thought. Gods, I have to live with such happy 'family'.