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~ I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN KAMISAMA KISS~ WHAT I NOW WRITE IS MY OWN SEPARATE STORY, AND DOES NOT TAKE PLACE IN THE KAMISAMA KISS UNIVERSE ~ ALSO PLEASE IGNORE ANY GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES ~ PLEASE ENJOY!
I can't believe my father had abandoned me. Knowing him, he'll most likely be back. But this time he'll say '' I had to sweetie, it was the only way I could earn what keeps us alive. '' I'm not a little girl anymore. He always has the same excuse. He always tells the same lies. I could tell when he was being practical or not, from my own experience. Even at times like this, walking all alone down a sidewalk with my suitcase in one hand, he had pushed the limit. I literally had no-where to go. That being I was kicked out of my house. Once again, dad messed up, and i was the one that had to deal with the consequences.
A sudden breeze stirs around me. With that i adjust my scarf so that its able to keep the chills out. Im cold, and my legs hurt from walking, curse him. About 5 yards ahead, I see a nearby bench. I walk over and plan to sit, but a loud crash makes its way to my ears and startles me. Flipping myself around to see where the sound came from, nothing but silence follows it. The only sound now was the bugs swarming around the street lamp. The dull pink scarf wrapped around my neck shifts, as if something pulled it. I was starting to get paranoid now. I look to my left. The shadows in-between the alleyways shift. I know something or someone is watching me. I hold a frozen stance, now standing beside the bench. In my eyes i had few options. One was I could forget it and go on with what i was doing. Wait, what was i doing? Nothing, thats what. I should have really thought about this, it's not like i didn't see it coming. I slump down on the bench, and attempt to plan my next move. Sleeping on the streets wasn't really the best option. Especially here, with those noises and eyes watching me. But it's my only option. Right then, my thoughts are interupted by yet another sound, but this time it's different.
To my left, towards the alleyway, i hear footsteps. But not coming in my direction, they were fading away, the sound getting fainter by the second. I sit there looking in their direction, until they're gone. Exhaling, i was now some-what more relaxed. My scarf starts to shift more, so i tighten it with a quick tug. I shift my suit-case so its standing up against my leg.
Above me, the stars surround the moon. When i was younger, my mother and i used to go outside just before my bedtime, and see the first of the stars come out. This is one of my few memories of her before she died. I remember the cookies we made together when my father was out doing who knows what. I remember her warm smile, and how she used to hum me to sleep, even though she was more tired than i was. Before i know it, tears come to my eyes. I remember how she told me to never rely on a mans word, and to be a hardworking woman. I never let those words go to waste. I never will.
Wiping my tears on my sleeve, I let out a long sigh. If only she were here right now. What do i do, mom? I rest my head on my palms, and look down to my boots. But the thing is, i don't see one pair of boots, i see two. I jolt back, banging my spine into the back of the bench. I hadn't even heard him walk up to me.
''Well hello there.'' He says with a mocking tone. Through teary eyes, I finally see his face. The man stares at me through his blonde bangs. He pulls a finger up and adjusts his glasses, and then quickly pulls it back down. ''H-hello'' I finally respond back. His mouth curves into a grin ''Well at least you said something. People usually dont'' I look into his red eyes. I can see why they dont.
''Do you need something?'' I say with irritation.
''Nothing really, but can i just ask if you name is perhaps Nanami Momozono?''
I wasnt really sure what to do at this point so i just answered, ''Yes, it is. Do i know you?''
''No, but i do know your dear father. And he owes me lots.''
I sigh. I knew this would happen at least once. My father owes lots of people lots of things. This is probably why he ran away when he did, leaving the apartment bills unpaid, and me with no where to go. The nights he would come home drunk, losing all the money he had on him gambling. Oh how could i forget.
''Do you know where i could find him? Where i can find your father?'' He interrupts the scilence
''No i'm afraid not. He ran away from home early today. I don't know where he went''
''Is that so? How very cowardly and childish of him''
"Youre tellin me" i glance at my suitcase and back.
We lock eyes for a few seconds before i look away, uncomfortable. Why wasn't he leaving? A few more seconds had passed and it seemed as though he was still staring right at me. I cleared my throat and repositioned my self. Boy, was this awkward.
"Your father does owe me lots of cash. How ever will he repay me if he is on the run.'' His soft smile turns into a grim one
His eyes look me down. A breeze blows through us, making the trench coat he was wearing flutter. Displaying tan slacks and a white dress shirt. He leans forward until his face is inches from mine. Glaring through his glasses, he looked sorta hesitant, as if thinking real hard about something. What's he up to? Whatever it is, he's too close.
I push out my hand, attempting to push him away, but he was already back to his original stance. "Well..." He then turns around, and starts walking into the alleyway. "Farewell for now, young Nanami."
For now? What does that mean? He seemed like he was leaving, but he was also prepared for something too. His left hand turned up, to his side. And surprisingly, he snapped his finger. The last thing i saw was his head turning back, and his red eyes looking at me through the only light left, until he too, descended into the darkness.
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