Hey guys, It's me Ravenette. (AND ME LOVELYLOONYLUNALOVEGOOD!!) Well, Here it is. Now I have to go calm down my hyperactive younger sister or I'll be killed in my sleep. (I GOT THE KNIFE!!) Well, these aren't views of loony. Bye.
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But some aren't as lucky.
Like Aiko's mother and father.
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Chapter 9.
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None of the Midori children new their father.
They just knew he was friends to some people in England, so he left.
They were raised by a single mother, Eka Suzuki. Nobody knew what she really worked at, but she made enough money to at least by a house and to take care of her three children.
She died when Mao was seven, right in front of her.
Mao told Hiroto and Aiko how she died.
Mao was the only one who had the right to tell them.
They had the money left over from their mothers work, as well as a monthly check from an anonymous.
They were scattered notes from all over England.
That was the real mystery.
The only thing they new about their father were from family photos.
They thought they must have been from their father, so they sent letters to the address.
No answer.
The thing is, their father never even knew of Aiko's existence.
He left the day before Eka found out she was pregnant.
The only thing known about the father to the three siblings was his name, Hirao.
Though Hiroto and Aiko didn't know, Mao's earliest memory was of her father.
It was the day he left.
She vividly remembered her mother begging him not to go, and he said he had to; that his friend needed his help on a scientific discovery of theirs. It was supposed to be an honor to help them.
She remembered her mother's face.
It was the saddest she had ever seen.
Mao wondered why her mom was crying over her dad.
She still doesn't understand.
He left out the door at 3:43 a.m.
He didn't even look back.
His last words before he left were, 'I need this opportunity more than anything else; including this life.'
Her mother was crying hard on the couch.
Mao didn't think that was the way to go about things.
She thought the man should have stayed with his children.
But any man would have taken that opportunity.
Then why were we so imperfect?
Why did we live if we didn't even live for our loved ones?
Why didn't we stay and take care of them?
Why was there any reason for us to live at all if we abandon the very thing we live for?
Mao asked herself that.
When Hiroto woke up, and Mao came out, she pretended like it didn't even happen; like it was all a dream.
When Mao asked her where her dad left, she said he had to go somewhere; it meant he would probably never come back.
Mao put two and two together.
On the day Eka died, Mao was seven, Hiroto was turning 7 in two days, and Mao was six.
Mao was born on January 28.
Hiroto was born on November 20, and Aiko September 24.
Eka was getting money from the bank with Mao to pay for Hiroto's Birthday party.
The moment they walked Eka had a gun pointed to her.
She was taken hostage.
It was a bank robbery.
Mao had run up to the guy and bit him hard on the hand, drawing blood.
He had aimed the gun at Mao's head.
Mao had realized it then.
The reason why people through away their lives was because there was no real reason to exist.
The reason why we didn't live for our loved ones was because we didn't want to.
We want to die for them.
Eka had moved the gun away from her head, and pushed her to the ground.
The man pulled the trigger.
Blood spilt from Eka like an endless flowing river.
The blood was all over Mao white, new dress.
It stained her hair, her skin, and her mind.
For when she saw here mother fall on her, she didn't weep one tear.
She smiled and grinned.
If we wanted to die for our loved ones then that was our only reason to live.
To die.
Her mother was destined to die for her, and Mao was destined not to care.
Because Mao didn't.
She never wept one tear for anything in her life.
Including her mother.
Including her sisters.
Including her father.
Including the Karasumas, her father's friends.
Including Kirio, the person she was expected to marry.
The man's child who took away her father.
The child she was Betrothed to from a young age.
She didn't wept for his sisters either.
Not one of them.
The reason they have these rings is because of Kirio.
He gave them to Hiroto.
They were in an envelope.
It had seven rings in them.
One white, one blue, one gold, a silver ring with green designs, a brown ring with gold designs, a red ring with white designs, and a ring with a weird stone in the center.
It was a blue stone that turned gold in different lighting.
In the envelope was a note
Dear Hiroto,
These are for you and your sisters. The blue stone is for Aiko, please give it to her. You will know who gets the other rings when the time is right.
Kirihiko Karasuma.
Hiroto asked Kirio why they were given the rings.
He said it was their father's fair share.
Then she asked why Aiko got an extra ring.
He said his father made it for her because her father never got to see Aiko.
Hiroto felt left out. That she wasn't really important.
She walked home with Kirio.
She slowly cried.
She wanted to kill her father because she didn't feel like she was good enough.
She thought she was reason he left.
Kirio hugged her.
He said soft words to her, easing, nice, loving words.
He spoke about how much she was like a sister to him, and that it hurt to see a strong and tough girl like her cry over something so small.
From that day forward she never cried again.
Because he said it hurt him.
She didn't want that.
She wanted him to look at her and smile, not feel pain.
That was three months before they actually started using them.
And one week after Aiko became an idol.
She asked her sisters if she could ask a man for a recording contract.
Instead they told her to become a model because it would be better for her.
She reluctantly agreed.
Aiko was fourteen when she got to be in her first magazine. She started to walk home late that night.
On her way home she bumped into a man and spilled all her things.
He quickly helped her pick them up and he was on his way.
She looked at her things and noticed her wallet was gone.
She quickly ran after the man and tried to stop him.
She didn't notice that she was running in the middle of the street.
She heard a car honk and she turned and faced left.
The car was going 60 miles per hour.
She thought she was going to die. Right there and then.
She was roughly pushed to the side and fell on the street. Her close were torn by the speed she was pushed.
She got up and was shocked by the scene.
It was the man who had stolen her wallet.
The man in the car was drunk and continued to drive.
She went over to the dead man who had saved her life.
He was holding her now blood stained I. D.
His eyes were wide open. The man had black hair and gold amber eyes.
They were golden, as bright as Aiko's eyes.
She froze.
She slowly reached into his pocket, afraid and shaking because she was scared to know if she was right. She took her wallet from him and opened it.
She took a picture out of her wallet.
It was a picture of her mother and her father.
The corpse lying before her was messed up, but it match a description of an older version of her father.
Hirao Midori was dead, and he died protecting his daughter he didn't know existed until five seconds before his death.
Aiko cried.
She didn't cry because he was her father.
She didn't cry because she never knew him.
She cried because now she knew what death looked like.
And she was afraid.
She knew what Mao saw.
She knew what Hiroto kept bottled in.
But at the same time, she didn't.
She never will.
That is what made them who they are now.
Why Aiko is nice, and caring, who doesn't want to be hurt.
Why Hiroto is tough, and never cries.
Why Mao knows what she knows, and what she thinks.
But the only question that's left is.
Why are they killing?
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Aiko walked up to the casket to pay her respects. "I'm sorry, Q-san."
She slowly cried.
That was the last thing she wanted to do.
She hurt her goddess.
She hurt Karin.
She hurt her Senpai.
She hurt Himeka.
She hurt Jin.
Yuuki and Miyon.
She hurt Micchi.
But more importantly, she hurt her friends.
She would apologize to them, then she would apologize to Kazusa.
She had made up her mind.
She would never hurt her friends again.
At least she would hurt her friends.
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