'Chapter Two, the tragedy'

When Kota arrived at the bakery, he entered the establishment and glanced around for Mr. Yazushi.

"Ah, Kota, is that you? Who don't you come back here and help me with these boxes!" Mr. Yazushi called from the back of the bakery.

"Yes sir." Kota said as he walked towards the back. Kota proceeded in taking some of Mr. Yazushi's boxes and following him to the kitchen, where they were sat down.

"Alright Kota, what I'll have you do is take these here pastries out of the oven and place them on the shelves when they're done cooking, easy enough?" Mr. Yazushi asked.

"Yes sir."Kota said as the large, bearded man handed him his apron. Soon, Kota began to detect a delectable scent coming from around the corner of the kitchen. He began to peer around and discover the source of the mouthwatering smell. It turned out to be a German chocolate cake, made to perfection. Kota stood in front of the cake and glanced around for anyone that might be watching. His mouth watering, he leaned over to take a bite of the cake, when he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.

"Get your mitts offa' the cake! It's for the customers!" Yelled a young boy, pulling his hand away from a firm slap to the cheek. The boy had crimson eyes and white hair. He was also wearing an apron and had patches of flour on him. "What are you? Some kind of imbecile?"

"N-no, I'm not—" Kota couldn't get a word in.

"Get out of my kitchen!" The boy pointed to the door exiting the kitchen, where Mr. Yazushi had appeared. He came up and put his arm around the boy.

"Ah, Muki. I see you've met your new co-worker." Mr. Yazushi grinned.

"C-coworker?!" Muki said in shock.

"Yeah, he's just starting today. Get along you two." Mr. Yazushi said as he left to his office.

Muki sneered at Kota. "Just stay out of my kitchen." He said with an evil tone.

"O-okay." Kota said as he walked backwards to his portion of the kitchen. He never lost eye contact with Muki until he passed around the corner. After a long period of silence in the kitchen, Mr. Yazushi came in.

"Alright boys, hand up your aprons," he pointed to a hanging rack, "closing time." After they got out of the bakery, Kota turned to Muki.

"Hey, sorry about earlier. I guess we got off on the wrong foot." Kota said, holding out his hand to shake.

Muki looked from Kota's hand to his face, and back again. "Hmph!" He said as he turned away, shunning Kota's friendly gesture.

'Sheesh, what a jerk.' Kota thought to himself. 'Glad I'm not related to him.' After this, Kota went home to his quiet little house. All was still and dark when he got home. "Mom, I'm home." He said as he entered. There was no reply, nothing but eerie silence. 'Guess she's asleep.' He thought to himself. 'Man, I'm thirsty.' He walked towards his kitchen to get something to refresh himself. He opened his refrigerator, and reached for a pitcher of his favorite drink, cherry kool-aid. He poured himself a glass and went to his room. The door to his moms room was on the way. As he passed by, he gazed at the oddly closed door. He didn't want to disturb her, so he didn't peer inside. Suddenly, he felt something damp on his foot. He glanced down and say a red liquid on his shoe. 'Kool-aid?' He thought to himself, as he cleaned it off and went to his room. When he got there, he sat down in a chair and turned on his television.

At first, the television appeared not to be working, as the screen was fuzzy when he turned it on. Then, he heard something strange. It appeared to be coming from the oddly acting television, he could make out two words. 'Hello, Kota.' This shocked him and made him nervous, looking in all directions for a source. He never found one. But eventually, the television came on with the local news.

"And there were no survivors. In other news, police are still searching for a man responsible for mass murder." A picture of the man pops up on the television. "If you have any information.."

When Kota saw the picture of the man, he immediately recognized the face of that man. He ran towards his mothers room."Mom, mom!" He shouted as he shoved open the door to her room. As he did, he lay his eyes on the worst possible scene. His mother was laying partially on her bed, cuts on her wrists, arms, legs, torso, ankles, face, and everywhere else you could imagine. There were ropes bounding her hands together, and another around her neck. As well as bullet holes in her face and chest. Kota fell to his knees, unable to look away from the frightening scene. Tears began rolling down his cheek as he whispered; "Mother…"