Kawakami Epilogue

A sports car pulls up into the driveway of a burned down home. All that's left of it is burnt wood and some ash. A man with a sword on his back and a bag at his side slowly exits the car and takes a long look at the rubble that used to be his home, memories flowing into his head. After a minute he enters the rubble and looks around. Using his memory as a map he makes his way to a trap door into the cellar that is hidden under a piece of old carpet that had survived the fire, a couple of beams that used to be on the roof, and ash. With a grunt, he pulls the beams off the trapdoor before pulling away the carpet to expose it before opening the trapdoor and going inside.

The cellar is completely dark. The man pulls out a flashlight out of his bag and turns it on. He has never been here before, but he knows that what he seeks his hidden inside. He takes a quick look around but sees nothing out of the ordinary; only a few cabinets, a table and chair with a few pens, some paper, and a lamp on it, and wine rack with a few bottles of wine. The man sighs, of course things had to be difficult. He first heads to the cabinets and opens them one by one, but they're empty. Next he checks behind the wine rack, but nothing is there either. Finally, he examines the table and under the chair, but there is still nothing.

The man sits on the chair and thinks for a few minutes. Then he gets back up and heads to the wine rack and feels the wall behind it, occasionally tapping it in various places with his knuckles to see if it's hollow. It's not. Then he checks the cabinets and taps the backs of them, too; still nothing. The man then examines the other walls for a couple of hours. He checks the floor for another hour

The man sits back in the chair, frustrated. Once again he thinks. Then he shrugs and moves over to the cabinets. With the restraint of a tornado, he rips out the cabinets from the wall. Finally he sees a safe with a keypad in it that was hidden behind one of the cabinets. With a smug sense of self-satisfaction he tries to pull out the safe. It's not budging though, so he enters a few codes. It doesn't open. He tries a lot more codes, but it still doesn't open. He curses vehemently for a few seconds before pulling out his sword and stabbing the keypad, which works surprisingly, and the safe opens with a loud groan. Inside is an old, hard-cover book.

After putting the sword back in the sheath he tenderly grabs the book. He quickly goes to the table and opens it to confirm that it is what he was looking for. He reads it for a few minutes with intrigue going through his mind. Eventually and reluctantly, he puts the book in his bag and climbs back up to the surface.

Now in the destroyed lobby, the man moves into the back where there is a small arena. Memories of training and playing interrupt his thought process for a bit. He shakes his head as if to clear his mind and makes his way to the back of the arena where a small shack that stored weapons stands. When he opens it, though, he finds that it is completely empty. Confused, the man enters and looks at the inside…completely empty. He closes his eyes for a few moments. When he opens his eyes they have a look of realization in them. Colorful language spouts from his mouth loudly. Infuriated, he leaves the shack and slams the door loudly.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and heads around the remains of the house and into the front yard. After passing a large stone he stops. He slowly turns to the rock before walking in front of it and kneeling down. He lets out a deep breath as he reads the names cut into the stone.

Gabriel Silv

Samantha Farren

Timothy Silv

He hangs his head in respect and sadness. Fifteen minutes later the man is back in his car with the bag in the passenger seat. With one last look at the house, he turns the car on and heads back down the road with his next goal in mind.

I hope you enjoyed the story :D

I know what your thinking...roughly speaking. You're thinking "Is that it?"

Well, I do have a sequel that I have been mulling around in my head. One that doesn't involves the blocky quote writing that I thought might work but turned out being a chore to both read and write. Seriously, I think I accidentally insulted english literature by using that format. Lesson learned, I'm not going to do that again.

Another thing the sequel would have is a lighter tone. As I was writing New Destiny I occasionally thought "This is gritty, I should lighten the tone." I'll update New Destiny when I do make another story, until then I'll see you later.

Edit 3/12/13

I put up the sequel, A Fate Changed (Rated M) and I putting up an edit here instead of small mini chapter consisting of this one thing because it is against FanFiction rules, so I hope you guys who are following/fav'd the New Destiny are getting this because I have no idea how that system works.

Just to reiterate, I have gotten rid of my expirmental writing template that has apparently damned my soul to Writing Hell after I perish according to the messages I have received and instead used the traditional template.