Chapter 1

"For today the forecast is very hot and humid with a temperature of thirty seven degrees Celsius". Sanshi Yaku woke up dazed and confused. She had no idea why she woke up early enough to hear the seven thirty morning forecast. She got dressed and walked over to the kitchen for her usual breakfast, toast and fish.

"What time is it?" She asked her husband who answered with a loud snore. As she started to eat she turned on the television on the news channel. "Today's main story is the stock market broke the fifteen thousand barrier for the first time in ten years". "Politics", she mumbled and turned the television off.

"Are you ever going to wake up?" Sanshi asked her husband. "Yes, sure", he replied yawning. "Horrible work", he said. "Well it gets you money doesn't it?" "True". As Dakuru got out of bed Sanshi noticed a convoy outside the house 10 cars long.

"Funeral?" he asked Sanshi. "Probably", she replied starring out of the window.

Dakuru headed out the door to work while Sanshi turned on the radio.

"The Prime minister is going to the financial district of Ne Tokyo to congratulate the people who broke the stock market barrier today", the news lady said. "What rubbish", Sanshi said and turned the radio off.

Dakuru walked out of his house and got into his new hundred thousand yen Nissan coupe R. He headed out towards the inter-city motorway to go to were he worked, in the centre of town. Even though the financial district of Ne Tokyo was richer than the centre, it was no where near the centre.

As he arrived in his workplace's car park, his assistant walked up to him with some papers in her hands.

"Hi Mr Yaku. I done the paperwork, can you check it", she said smiling as he climbed out of his car. "Of course", he replied, not looking very happy.

The convoy stopped at the financal graveyard as it was nicknamed. The driver of the special Honda Hearse got out and opened the boot. He lifted up the coffin inside. It weighted a ton, literarily. As he lifted it out the Netoshi family, the dead mans relatives, arrived. "I hate the deceased and especillay here", the driver of the hearse said. "Don't worry, after this we will never have to go here again Akata", his assistant said. "You got that right", Akata laughed.

"Are you going to do this funeral properly or not", the eldest of the Netoshi family said. "Of course Madame", Akata said pretending to be sad. As Akata struggled lifting the coffin out the hearse, some men at the entrance to the cemetery came over and helped. "Thank you", Akata's assistant said. "No problem", of the men said. They were all big and strong but still found it hard to lift the coffin.

The group of men and Akata carried the coffin to the centre of the graveyard where it was going to be buried. When they put it down Mrs Netoshi unexpectedly started crying, again. Akaka's assistant gave her tissue. She, the rest of the family and Akata were given the chance to see the deceased mans body.

Once the family paid there final respects Akata came up to the coffin but he was not interested In Mr Netoshi's dead body but what was underneath it. Akata tinkered with a metal object in the coffin and then closed the lid. The vicar who was there started speaking and then Akata interrupted. "Um…, we have to go now", he said looking towards the exit of the cemetery.

"And why's that"? Mrs Netoshi asked him. "Well you know, other jobs to do, other dead body's to transport", he replied walking now. "That's horrible", Mrs Netoshi said shocked at how he said it. "I know but that's my job", he was running now. "Come on now", he said to his assistant.

They ran for the hearse, put the seat belts on and drove out of the car park as fast as possible. "That was awful", Akata said. "Yea", said his assistant. "Do you think we can drive ten miles in six minutes?" He asked. "Of course", Akata replied and stepped on the throttle.

Mr Yaku was sitting typing some important files on his mini computer. "Can I have some coffee please", he asked his work partner. "Sure Dakuru", he replied and got out of his chair to make the coffee. A few seconds later there was a bright flash of light which came from the financial district.

Sanshi was at home having a snack which consisted of fish flavoured chips (she was a fish fanatic), was watching a police television show when.

"We interrupt this program for some breaking news. The financial district of Ne Tokyo has been destroyed in a nuclear explosion", the news reporter said.

"Finally something good", Sanshi said to herself.

"Also the Prime minister is feared to be dead as he was in the vicinity at the moment the nuclear device went off", he continued. "Good, he was crap anyway that bastard", she said with a small smile on her face. The Prime minister was the good side of the story for her.

The ruins of the financial district were still smouldering. People who survived the explosion suffered a worse fate. There skin was boiled a way and there were blood red and even some of the veins had boiled away. The remains of the buildings and ground were glowing in an eerie green colour.

Dakuru was still sitting in his chair five minutes after the blast, shocked. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Fifty buildings, two parks and ten million people were killed and destroyed. The mushroom cloud was still there. Over the cemetery were the bomb was.

Akata was still caning his hearse down the inter-city motorway. At a hundred and twenty miles an hour. "Were going to fast. Slow down!" Akata's assistant said.

"I know, but we need to get out of here", he answered.

Sanshi walked over to her telephone and dialled Dakuru's cell phone number.

"Yes?" He asked. "It's me. Are you ok?" She asked him with a serious tone in her voice. "Yes, of course. Why would I not be? Oh…." He stopped. It was the explosion that worried her.

At this time any woman would have been worried. Including her. Of course, everyone else in Dakuru's department was also stunned. They looked like they were hit in the face with a small plank of wood.