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Italics are Past events
Italics in bold are Song lyrics
Hope End
Chapter 2: False Pretenses
"My god...it's been almost a year," Kira murmured to himself, referring to the day Sara had run away from the airport till now, seemingly disappearing to who knows where. Kira had been helping Setsuna search for her night and day. Setsuna's crazy mother had confronted Setsuna the day after Sara's disappearance, interrogating him on where he could be possibly "hiding" Sara. The confrontation had been very ugly from what Setsuna had described.
Kira let out a heavy sigh, releasing a long stream of smoked from between his lips. 'Where the hell could that girl be? OK, so she escaped from the flight to England so that meant she still had to be here in Japan.' "Man I need a drink. Screw this," Kira said aloud to no one in particular. 'For all I know she could be dead,' he added silently to himself, afraid to place the name "Sara" and the word "dead" in the same spoken sentence.
'Man I haven't been to the Rising Sun in ages...time to make an appearance,' Kira thought, maneuvering his small car on the road towards the shadowy building.
He entered the lounge in higher spirits. It was early evening on a Friday night. The place was packed with people his age and younger and livelier music was on for once. He let a small smile grace his lips. 'Beautiful women, alcohol, and cigarettes all in one place...who could ask for more,' he thought.
Sara had soon started working the bar after establishing her new friendship with Kitsune. She was an instant hit. Kitsune was already decently attractive and friendly but most guys thought she was just fun to talk to and nothing more. Sara on the other hand had a sweetly angelic appearance to her that just seemed to lift anyone's spirits. Since most of the customers of the Rising Sun were always upset for one reason or another, she was a perfect cure.
Her light and innocent chatter and laughter were a great change from the "usual girls". The usual girls either wanted to sob about their boyfriends or look for a quick way to get back at them in some cheap room. Sara was looking to do neither. The guy that apparently hurt her badly, she never cared to mention. She only drank to the point of being buzzed but never really got drunk. She'd also suddenly taken up smoking, but she only smoked three times a day, if at all.
Sara leaned forward to listen to the attractive young man's story better. He whispered into her ear, grinning and holding her now shoulder blade length, dark chestnut-colored hair away from her face. Her color contacted eyes, a deep violet, widened and her cheeks became a pretty dark pink. She put one small hand to her mouth and looked back at the young man with laughter in her eyes and erupting from her lips. He grinned at her, laughing himself and soon another young man had pulled up a stool, beckoning Sara closer for another joke.
Kitsune smiled at her now dear friend; how different she was and yet the same. Of course now her hair and eyes were much darker, but she still had that friendly innocence about her. She'd been living with Kitsune and her four other roomies for a year now and had become a dear little sister to them. They spoiled her when they could and helped guard both her and her innocent spirit. She was wonderful to all of them and the older members of the household would occasionally help her study old textbooks from their high school years. They all had a different story of how they ended up living together but they all shared a fierce loyalty among them, and Sara had been as welcome as a new baby.
Sara came toward Kitsune, her eyes alight with happiness and her face flushed from laughter. "Hey Kitsune I'm going to go dance with this guy named Kitko, OK? I promise not to be long." "Sure, don't worry, I've got the bar covered," Kitsune replied. "Thanks!" Sara said happily, turning and walking toward her dance partner.
She watched Sara link arms with an attractive young male, just a couple years older than she was. He had dark blue hair cut into a surfer's shag. His eyes looked to be a dark brown as he turned and smiled at Sara with a look of flirtation in his gaze. He had several piercings on one ear and Kitsune finally decided he looked safe enough for Sara.
Sara could feel almost all of his muscles through his tight, dark green tank it seemed as he brought her softer form against him. Now that she was sixteen she had filled out nicely within the last year. She had a full bust and small waist, accented with her now much curvier hips and gently sloping shoulders. Her high cheek bones had become more defined but her face still held its child-like quality of sweet innocence. Kitko brought his lips down to her ear and whispered huskily, warming her soft flesh, "It's a bit warm in here don't you think? Want to go get some air?" Sara did feel quite warm due to the close contact and she nodded never thinking they'd be more than a few minutes.
Kitko took her hand in his and led her out of the entrance. They walked about twenty feet to the right of the door, half hidden in the dull, yellow light of the club and its many shadows. He took both of her hands and looked deep into her eyes. Sara noticed an intense glint in his eyes that seemed oddly familiar...
"Sara...," he said softly. "I like you so much," he continued to whisper, bringing her into a crushingly close embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still wide open and intense. She could feel herself becoming more and more uncomfortable within his arms. "I want to take you home with me tonight and...make love to you."
Sara blinked a few times, growing tense within his embrace. "I'm not that kind of girl Kitko--," Sara began. He interrupted her, his grip becoming tighter and more possessive. "But can't you see that I like you? Really, really like you?" His voice grew louder and more urgent. "Just let me go back inside Kitko. I've had enough air for tonight," Sara said softly, closing her eyes to escape his heated and twisted gaze.
She didn't see his pleasant face twist into an ugly grimace. His tone suddenly became much harsher. "You stupid girls are all the same. You think you're so sweet and you use your fake innocent looks to twist good guys like me around your little fingers. Well think again you stupid slut, I'm not that dumb. I'm going to teach you sly little whores a lesson."
"But Kitko, I never led you on. We just danced. I thought we could become friends. I thought--", she began. "Just shut up dammit", Kitko cut in harshly. "You all are always so full of it." The next thing Sara knew his grip had become painfully tight and she was being lifted and carried somewhere away from the Rising Sun, struggling within his iron grip.
Phew, all done! The next chappy might be a lot shorter or about the same. Please REVIEW.
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