Okay, I would have updated sooner but I was stuck and had absolutely no idea what to write. So, this chapter will be what happened to Kujo after leaving Victorique.
Disclaimer-I in no way own this anime. There. End. Of. Discussion.
Dragging his luggage with him, Kujo walked towards his old house in Japan, wondering what his brothers had to discuss with him.
Was it that they missed him? A holiday perhaps? He was absolutely curious as to what they wanted to talk to him about.
Looking north, he saw his old home. The young man smiled and, with the last bit of strength that he had, gripped his bags and jogged towards the entrance.
Knowing that he would always be welcome here, he walked across the threshold, expecting a warm welcome. However, not a single soul was there.
Dumbstruck, Kujo searched through every room. There didn't seem to be a single trace of a living human being anywhere.
Images of his mother and sister floated through his head. He remembered playing with his sister all those years ago and how his mother would always comfort him when his father was being unfair.
With energy renewed, Kujo searched the entire household for the third time, even going as far as to look in every nook and cranny (even though he knew that no one could possibly fit in them).
Still no one. He sighed and sat down on the floor, hoping to catch his breath from all that searching. However, this small amount of peace and quiet was never found as everything around him turned black.
Kujo woke up and found himself tied up in a very cramped room. He struggled and attempted to scream.
Yet, his pleas for help were muffled and his struggling was to no avail. Panting, he looked around, thinking that there might be something in there that could help him escape.
Instead, all he found out was that he was in a small, cramped room and the only reason he could barely see this was because a tiny, pint-sized window let through only the smallest amount of sunlight possible.
His stomach grumbled and his head pounded from fatigue. Wondering how long he had been out, he tried to think of a way to get out of this place. But, that only led to him thinking about the place Victorique had grown up in.
Victorique. He thought. If only he hadn't left her. Telling himself that it was too late to feel regret, he looked around again.
His ears perked up and he heard footsteps. He quickly slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes, pretending that he was still asleep.
"Kujo! How you have grown!" Kujo recognized that voice. And yet, it sounded different, as if…
Waking up from his "sleep", he saw an old man in front of him. He gasped. Yes, it was him.
He gritted his teeth and asked his father to untie him. Smiling, the wrinkled soldier obeyed.
Kujo stumbled as he got up and tried to stretch whatever muscles he had had left (apparently he had been out for days).
"What do you want?" Kujo managed to say, "Where are my brothers? My sister? Mom?"
"Dead." The other man rasped.
Thinking that it was some sort of idiotic joke that the man had made up, Kujo asked again where everyone else was. His father only said the same thing.
Deciding to play along with his father's joke, he asked why they would be dead.
"Well, you see, they didn't exactly agree with me about world domination. So..."
What kind of joke was this? Kujo wanted to demand the truth out of his father. But, as he was about to ask the old man again, he saw that etched into the old man's baggy wrinkles was the truth.
Frightened, Kujo tried to back away from his father. This was not the same proud, stern father that he had left behind when he had left Japan.
No, this was a psychotic, power-lusting man that would stop at nothing to obtain something that even Alexander the Great couldn't achieve. Earth.
But wait, why would his father pretend to be his brother in the letter? His mouth opened but no sound came out. He gulped and tried again. This time, the question was as clear as a crystal bell (A/N-random simile, so don't sue me if it doesn't make sense).
The old man's cheerful eyes turned dark and his previously ecstatic face turned bitter.
"It's seems as though someone survived." The imperial soldier murmered.
Kujo was dumbstruck. What had happened when he had left? What had caused this change to occur? Was is brother still alive? And why would his father want to use the most useless out of his three sons?
All those questions ran through his mind as the world spun around him. Too much for him to take, the world once again turned black.
Please say this isn't too violent. I'm actually not the violent type of person. So, right now I'll just say that the story might start getting a little bit more action.
Thank you for reading this story. I will try to keep everything T-rated. I really don't want to make this an M-rated story.
Please review and tell me your opinion.
6/11/11-This is has been edited to make a little bit more sense.