Falsely Accused
"It has been six years. Six birthdays. Six New Year's celebrations." A dark haired man who wore his long hair in a tight ponytail spoke. He threw down the newspaper which had the head line, Gilbert Beilschmidt to be in the California State Court of Appeals.
"Why haven't they killed him yet?! Kiku didn't get the chance to appeal his death!" He raged on and stomped his foot. The others in the room sighed. "Yao, he has been appealing for a year now. It will be the same outcome. He murdered and raped two innocent teens, he gets the death sentence." Spoke the other man in the room. He was far too used to Yao's anger about the death of their brother six years ago. "Besides gēgē, there is too much evidence against him. His DNA was found on Kiku and the gun." Mei spoke gently as she set a hand on his shoulder.
Yao sighed and dropped into his chair, "I know, Yong Soo and Mei. But I can't help but think of what would happen if he was able to convince them to give him a lesser sentence." He rubbed his face. He held his face. "I can't help but think of how scared Kiku was that night…"
Six years earlier, April 29th 2012.
"Yao! I'm going out with Alfred." Kiku said, adjusting his polo shirt before sliding on a belt. "We are just going to the movies in town. We will be back by midnight. Okay?" He said, turning around to face his brother. Yao sighed, "Okay. We'll take your phone with you. " He said and leaned forward to attach a little flower pin to his shirt. "There. Alfred is a lucky man." He said and hugged Kiku. Kiku left with a wave.