FORGIVE ME LATENESS. I wanted story 2 to be a short one…like maybe one long chapter. But then I realized, if I write any more than what I was planning to write…I will not be able to write a decent story. So yeah, this is part 1…next chapter would be part 2 (end). A short story with a chapter so long it has to be split into 2 parts.
Well, then, enjoy…
I can't wait to write the 3rd story T-T
Prologue
As you whispered your next story, you can sense the Noh masks anticipation. You took a hold of a pink Noh mask, taking its candle that it was carrying.
"And now I'll tell you about him and her," you whispered. The candle flickering in your grasp.
File 2#
Sakura no Sakura
Whenever he was sad or angry, his grandmother was always by his side. He never did understand how important their relationship was until his grandma passed away. Walking by his side, his grandma would take him down the small path filled with Sakura blossoms during spring. She would sing a beautiful, nostalgic song that would forever echo deeply in his heart.
"Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
On Meadow-hills and mountains
As far as you can see.
Is it a mist, or clouds?
Fragrant in the morning sun.
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
Flowers in full bloom."
It was a famous song, known throughout Japan, a wonderful haunting melody that seemed to describe the beauty of the flowers. "It has a special meaning," his grandma always whispered to him, chuckling. She would then look at the pink, bright flowers as if lost in a trance.
Her blue eyes looking up at the pink trees as if she were a young girl again.
"What do you mean by that, Grandma," John had asked the old woman, who simply smiled mysteriously. "It's alright," she whispered, "You'll understand when you're older."
"Grandma," John whispered, clutching the red rose to his chest, before walking towards the coffin and setting the rose gently on his grandma's wrinkled hands. Her eyes were closed, her lips curled in a smile. She would never open her eyes again. John wiped his tears away before placing a comforting hand on his Mother's shoulder.
They watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground.
"It has a special meaning," John remembered his grandma's words to him.
As the grave diggers begun to cover the deep hole with soil…John realized that he would never find out what she meant by that.
"And here I am right now, grandma," he whispered. John looked up and smiled. The farmiliar path filled with Sakura blossoms that his grandma used to take him lay in front of him. It was spring, and the air was sharp, fresh and crisp. Birds chirped in the air, making the atmosphere light and fluffy. The Sakura blossoms rustled in the warm cool comfortable breeze that blew through their branches occasionally.
Brittle Sakura petals fell from their branches floating lazily to the ground. John walked slowly through the small brown path. The sky was blue, big fluffy clouds decorated it and the sun shine was bright yet comfortable.
It was a nice day; a day that John felt nothing could go wrong. As he walked through the path, memories of the times spent with his grandma rushed into his head.
A faint wind blew past and John's heart felt heavy again. He sighed before taking a seat on a green bench. This wasn't making it any better, John told himself. Instead he felt worst.
"Why must humans die," he whispered to himself. It was a stupid question, a question an 18 year old priest such as himself shouldn't be asking. "Stop it," he told himself, "She's in a better place now."
The Sakura branches rustled and a peaceful breeze blew past. John sighed.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" a sharp farmiliar voice broke through the peaceful atmosphere. John almost fell out of his seat. He looked up and found himself gazing at a beautiful dressed in a traditional kimono.
The Sakura blossoms at the background made her most outstanding then she already was. For a moment, John just stared at the kimono beauty in front of him, before realizing that she looked very farmiliar. He gasped before calling out to her.
"Hara-san!" he shouted. The girl turned, her usual annoyed look was replaced with one of anger and fear. John rushed towards her and found an old man holding onto her kimono very tightly.
"Brown-san!" Masako shouted, she then turned to the old man.
"Let go!" Masako shouted to the old man who shook his head.
John frowned. The old man was dressed in a blue hospital gown. His hands, legs and face were filled with wrinkles, his skin orange brown, ripe from old age. He had white long hair and clear blue eyes; clearly he wasn't from these parts.
"You're a pretty one aren't you, miss," the old man spoke in a raspy voice. John took a hold of the old man's hand and gently squeezed it.
"Would you mind letting go of the lady's kimono?" he asked the old man politely. The old man snorted, before letting Masako go. He turned to stare at John before grunting. "Young men these days," he muttered.
"What happened?" John asked Masako who pointed at the old man.
"He has been following me since I entered the park…I have no idea what he wants," she said. The old man snorted and sat on the ground. Masako gave him a disgusted look and John sighed.
"You're not very good with people aren't you?" he told the girl who turned considerably red and turned away.
"W-well what can I do…the old man was following me like a pervert!" Masako exclaimed, then turned away embarrassed when she saw John chuckle.
"I am no pervert," the old man replied haughtily, "Anyway no pervert would want to go after you…you were lacking in some areas."
Masako glared at the old man and John laughed nervously.
"So if you're not a pervert then why were you following her?" John asked the old man, who scratched his skin. The old rubbed his balding head before looking at John.
"Youngsters shouldn't really get involved…but since you asked…"
"I lost a ring," the old man whispered, "And I need to get it back."
"A ring?" John asked, "When did you lose it?"
The old man grinned sheepishly, rubbing his head, "Well…in 1942…"
Masako cut the old man off by snorting. "1942," she said, "Give it up old man; you would never be able to find it."
The old man hits Masako with his hand and John had to stand between the two before they beat each other up. "I'm sorry Mister…err…"
"Brown." The man replied.
John's eyes widened. "Brown?" he asked. The man nodded, "You got a problem?" he asked. John shook his head.
"Well, Mr Brown, but I don't think you would be able to find the ring now….I mean it's been so many years…so I wouldn't be surprised if…"
"Shut up," the old man commanded and John stiffened. "I would find it."
The old begun to pry his hands into the tiny bushes besides the small path. He bent his back and crouched to look at the grass. John felt an uncomfortable feeling of guilt tugging in his chest.
"I'll help," he finally said, helping the old man stand again before crouching to look at the grass.
"What! Do you realize that the ring has been missing for 60 years?" Masako protested.
"I'll help," John said again. The old man nodded in approval. Masako groaned.
"Ridiculous," Masako muttered. "This is ridiculous!"
"Huh?"
He turned and found Masako sticking her hands into some bushes and a small smile fitted into John's lips.
She was still helping anyway.
"We're been searching for hours,"
Masako snapped and sat on a green bench that was nearby. She looked at John and the old man who were now digging into the green bushy bushes that had thorns in them. Well, she did warn them. Masako sighed and wiped the sweat off her fore head.
She raised her head and found herself staring at a cluster of pink Sakura flowers that were swaying peacefully in the breeze. Somewhere a bird chirped, the big wide fluffy clouds passed the blue clear sky slowly.
"What am I doing," Masako muttered. She cursed her predicament. It was her day off from the hectic life she lived. She had planned to take a nice stroll in the park before meeting up with her father. However, since meeting with this old stalker, her plans had been ruined, and now stuck in this park on this beautiful day, she was digging the soil searching for a ring lost over 60 years ago.
Masako sighed in frustration.
She looked at the old man and John again and realized both of them were yelping out in pain. Their hands stuck firmly in the thorn bushes they have placed their hands into.
"Should I just leave you guys here and move on," Masako told the two men snidely.
"Shut up and help this old man you little fool!" the old man shouted, crying out in pain again when he tried to pull his hand out. Masako ignored him and went over to John. She squeezes a branch off the top of the bush before shaking John's arm. John sighed in relief when his hand was freed from the thorn bush.
"Help me!" the old man screeched. Masako turned to glare at the old man in irritation. "Not until you say please!" she demanded. The old man snorted, turning his head away.
"You stubborn despicable-"he muttered. Masako was about to retort when John cried out.
"Mr Brown!" John shouted suddenly. Sensing something wrong, Masako turned and found the old man clutching his chest in pain. His face was red and taunt in pain. Masako rushed over to the old man and freed his hand out of the bush.
"Get him to the hospital," she told John urgently. The boy lifts the old man and props him on his shoulder. The old man gasped and heaved before pushing John away. Masako caught the old man when he stumbled backwards.
"I…I don't need the hospital," the old man panted, spitting the words out. "Just let me rest for a while."
Irritation shot through Masako. This old man was as stubborn as a bat. Just how was he going to find that stupid ring when he had lost it 60 years ago?
It probably turned into a relic stored in some run down museum years ago.
And then Masako realizes a very important thing. She bangs her hand to her forehead.
"Hey old man," she asked, "How does this ring look like?"
She heard John groan beside her, realizing it himself too. They had wasted time searching for a ring that might not even exist.
"You'll know how it looks like when you find it," the old man seating on the bench answered. Masako raised her kimono sleeves to her nose and bowed.
"Well Brown-san and Mr Brown, I bid you good bye," she said, about to walk off. When she heard the old man breaking down. She turned and was surprised to see the old man crying.
"Oh my god," she muttered.
"It's precious to me," the old man said in between sobs. He wiped his tears away with his trembling hands. "A woman who loved me gave it to me before she left…it was the last thing I have of her." he sobbed.
"Don't lie," Masako muttered, sensing it in the pit of her stomach.
The old man flinched.
"W-what do you know!" he exclaimed. John gave out a nervous laughter and stood between the both of them. Somehow the action seemed to annoy Masako so she pushed the young priest away and stood in front of the old man.
"You were married…you left your wife for someone else…it's so blatantly obvious." Masako said, her visions getting stronger. The old man's lower jaw dropped, and Masako smirked.
"I did not leave my wife for someone else!" he shouted, "All I did was look at another pretty woman!"
"That's the same thing you idiot!" Masako snapped.
The old man coughed before standing up, his eyes filled with anger.
"So what," he shouted, "Are you going to help me look for the ring?"
"I'm telling you, if you lose it 60 years ago, the chances of finding it is close to zero," Masako told him, her eye brows twitching, "And you don't even know what that ring looks like. Are you sure it even exists."
Masako glared at the old man, who was glaring back at her with the same intensity. He then looked away before sitting once more on the green bench. "Of course it exist, it has always existed," the old man spoke, "It existed for her and for me…it was the only thing that linked us together."
"Until you lose it that is," Masako muttered.
"Now, now," John whispered to Masako. John was staring at her, shaking his head, his eyes telling her not to go on. Annoyance slipped in and Masako turned away. Who the hell does that stupid priest think he is?
"My wife and I met when we were just 13 years old, love at first sight you could have called it," the old man muttered. "We were exchange students, stepping into a foreign country for the first time. One from England, the other from Germany and here we were in Japan."
As the old man told his story, his voice softens.
"Are you alright?"
These were the first words the boy heard from the girl. He had decided to take a walk through the Sakura blossoms this morning. It was a path he had found that was located beside his school. The path was small, narrow and long, but because of the Sakura trees that have blossomed this spring; the path looked like heaven.
It was the perfect weather, comfortably warm and the sky brilliantly blue. It was as if the world was filled with life. The very wind that blew past seemed to carry a lively flavor. Timothy Brown couldn't have asked for a better day.
Accepting the proposal to study in Japan might have seemed foolish at first. After all, the people here were afraid of him, even his classmates steered clear away from him. He was different after all, the only one with light blonde hair and blue clear eyes. His skin was almost white and the clothes he wore were different from what they wore.
They were afraid of him, and Timothy knew that. However, it still hurt. Sometimes he wished he was back home, where everyone was a little friendlier.
Now walking through the Sakura blossoms for the first time, Timothy felt that he had made the right choice. The pink Sakura petals seems to lift his spirits as the gently float in the wind. He took in a deep breath and was about to continue walking again when he heard a strange song.
The song was sad, however it was beautiful. The melody seemed to fit in perfectly with the surroundings. Timothy looked around, wanting to find the owner of the voice. The sweet voice that seemed to resonate deeply in his soul.
As he walked further down the path, the voice seemed to get louder. He ran, anticipation growing in his chest. He turned a corner, the Sakura blossoms rustled as a warm wind blew past. He heard a girl cry out softly. A hat hit him full on the face. He fell backwards shocked.
"I'm sorry," a gently, sweet voice called out to him. He picked the hat up before standing up.
Dusting himself with his left hand he raised his right hand that was holding the hat.
"Is this yours?" he asked.
"Yes," the voice whispered.
Timothy looked up, a wind blew past again, the Sakura blossoms fluttered down. The girl's long brown chestnut colored hair swayed in the breeze. Her clear green eyes stared back into his. Her paled skin looked soft. There were freckles on her cheeks. Slender and wearing a blue summer dress that seemed to fit her perfectly, Timothy gasped.
Falling backwards once more, the girl ran over to him and pulled him up.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Timothy was too choked for words. There was nothing he could say, a lump was stuck in his throat.
"Y…your hat…" he stuttered. The girl took the hat and gave him a weird look.
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked. Timothy nodded and shrieked when she came closer towards him. He pushed her away and was about to run when she caught his hand.
It sent goose bumps through him. Her hand was warm, her skin delicate and smooth.
He turned and found her frowning. "Why are you running away?" she asked. Timothy turned around, stuttering before rubbing his head and laughing nervously.
"I…I can't help it," he stuttered, "Y…you were too beautiful it shocked me."
The girl pauses for a moment before a mischievous grin took over her face. "I'm beautiful," she said. Timothy nodded, turning red when she neared him again.
"Do you wanna kiss?" she asked him. Timothy yelped when she came ever closer. The girl broke out laughing. Timothy stared at her, his heart pounding furiously, her smile was bright, too bright.
"Timothy Brown," he introduced himself, "And you are?"
The girl looked at him and smiled.
"Anna, Anna Redwood."
"And that was how I met her, my wife," the old man whispered. "We hung out together a lot after that. Anna and me, we were close friends…then when we were 18 I confessed. Anna was surprised but she confessed too and before you know it we were wife and husband. Yes, we were young, we lived in a foreign country, but that didn't stop us."
The old man blushed before giggling like a little girl. Masako's eye brown twitched.
"Her bosoms were amazing," he said.
"That's sexual harassment, old man," Masako cut in. John blushed.
"When I confessed to her, I was too poor to buy her any rings…we didn't even have a wedding dinner…we told our families back home but they were all against us marrying…" he said.
The old man's begun to cough violently. John rushed over to pat him on his back.
"Then one day, I had gathered enough money to buy us both rings…I thought of giving her a ring as a present," he whispered, "I told her to meet me at the park again…the park where we first met."
"She didn't come," the old man whispered, "She never did, and she went missing after that."
Masako felt an incredible wave of pain hit her. She looked up and found the old man crying. Tears spilling from his eyes. "I lost the ring…the only memory I have of her…I lost it…" he whispered.
"Oh Anna, Anna," he muttered.
A warm spring breeze blew past. "Anna…" Masako heard John whisper. "Is that your wife's name?" he asked.
The old man nodded. Masako saw John frowning. Something was bugging him badly. Something that was digging into his chest. Masako sensed the worry from him. John was hiding something.
Suddenly the old man begun to cough badly, his breath became raspy.
"Ok that's it we're bringing you to the hospital," Masako said.
"No, I got to find this ring!" the old man protested.
Masako sighed and flipped out her hand phone.
"No!" he shouted.
Masako dialed and called the ambulance.
"Heartless, disgusting, spoilt, Heartless!" the old man was screaming at her when the paramedics came and strapped him onto a bed.
"Bye bye," Masako told him and his eyes widened. He was about to lunge out of the bed he was strapped in, when the paramedics closed the ambulance doors and begun making their way to the hospital. John beside her had a nervous smile on his lips.
"Well, that's over," she said.
John was rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his blonde hair. Masako glanced sideways at him. "You're not planning to do what I think you're going to do right…Brown-San," she said.
The boy laughed and begun to shake his head.
"Ok then, let's go home…today was suppose to help me relax but in the end I got more than I asked for," she complained.
"Hara-san," John muttered, "Go on without me."
Annoyance made Masako's eye brows twitch. "Do whatever you want," she said and begun to walk away from John. "That idiot." She muttered.
Why was she so irritated…Masako didn't know anymore.
"It has got to be here somewhere," John muttered to himself. He poked into some bushes again before sighing.
What was he doing? Masako was right, there was no way a ring lost 60 years ago would ever be recovered.
"Please help me oh lord," he prayed, clasping his hands today. He then walked to another patch of grass. He shouldn't give up hope; after all, there was a nagging feeling in his chest. Something about the old man, something about Anna, something about the ring.
Ruffling through the fresh green spring grass, he cried out when he spotted something rusty among them. He pulled it out and was disappointed to find a bottle cap. A rusty bottle cap…that he has never seen before.
"What's this?" he asked himself.
"It's made out of steel, the coke company in the 1940's used to produce them," a female voice sounded behind him. John stumbled forward, almost dropping the bottle cap. He turned, and found a woman staring at him. She had long black hair, bright green eyes and pale skin. She was about John's age, maybe older.
"Hello," she greeted him; her voice was light and full of mischief. She neared him, a smirk on her lips.
"Hello," John replied. The girl snatched the bottle cap away from John's grip. John protested however she silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. "Man, how nostalgic," she said, raising the bottle cap into the sky.
"I suppose you're looking for something," she asked him. John who was overwhelmed by the girl's actions nodded.
"A ring," he said, "Lost in the 1940's."
He smiled and took the bottle cap back from the girl. "And since I've found this bottle cap that was lost in the 1940's, I wouldn't be surprised if I found a ring."
"A ring?" the girl asked.
John nodded. "An old man lost it…I think it meant a lot to him."
John squats down and begun to shift the grass aside.
"Hmm…" the girl said. She squats beside him and begun to help him. John was amused; however he didn't say a word. They stayed like this for hours, searching; talking a little…before evening came.
The setting sun had turned the sky a deep orange hue. The Sakura blossoms seem to stand out even more making the park look mystical. The girl gave a big sigh and stood up.
"Well, looks like we didn't find it," she said. John nodded, feeling disappointed.
"I guess Masako was right, there's no way we can find a ring lost over 60 years ago," John thought to himself. His downcast face must have started something, as the girl grabs his hand and pulled him to his feet.
"We meet here, tomorrow!" she shouted at him, "We're not going to give up so easily."
"Eh?" John asked. The girl smirked and patted him on his back.
"We meet here tomorrow, 8am sharp," she said, before running off.
John watched as the girl left.
"Who was she?" he thought to himself, before shrugging and making his way home.
"You're here!"
The girl greeted him. John couldn't help but smile, her energetic greeting was filled with life. "Ok, let's go find this ring," she said and took John by his hand. John found this gesture to be farmiliar. He frowned. The hand that had gripped his was very nostalgic. He shook the feeling away and begun to follow the girl.
They walked further into the park. The Sakura trees got denser and soon John found himself in a clearing surrounded by Sakura trees.
"Where are we?" he asked the girl. The girl smiled. "The oldest part of the park, I figured we could start here." She said.
John smiled and nodded. They dug the soil, dug their hands into bushes, and picked the grasses. Still the ring was nowhere to be found. Soon, morning turned to afternoon, the sun unlike the day before was hot, blazing hot. John tapped the girl's shoulder and motioned her to the benches that lay by the side of the park.
"But we haven't found it yet," the girl protested.
"Our health is more important," John answered, taking the girl by the arm and pulling her to the chair. They sat in silence, each not saying anything until she spoke.
"You remind me of somebody," she said. John shocked, turned to look at the girl. The feeling of déjà vu was back. The more he looked at her, the more he realized she looked like somebody.
"Who are you?" he asked the girl.
The girl turned and smirked. "How rude," she said, "For a man to ask a name of a lady's, without introducing himself first."
John blushed, "John Brown," he said. "My name is John Brown."
The girl seemed to pause, she then took his hand. John flinched. He turned and found the girl smiling sadly at him. John felt his heart beat faster. The smile was farmiliar…too farmiliar.
"Let's meet again tomorrow, John," the girl whispered. John nodded, as if in a trance. "Same time, same place." She said before standing up and running off again. After she left, John clasped both his hand together.
His hands…felt incredibly cold.
"Why are you here?"
The old man shouted fiercely at Masako. Masako sighed, walking into the ward. She had a basket in her hands, one that contained apples. She took a seat on a red couch that was located near the foot of the old man's bed.
"To visit," she said. The old man glanced at her, before snorting.
"Are you having a guilty conscience?" he asked her. Masako took out a knife and begun to skin an apple. She looked at the old man, knife in her hands. "No," she answered, "I just wanted to know if you're dead or not."
"Why you-!" the old man shouted before coughing violently. Masako stood up and placed the skinned apple on a plate. She cut it into eight equal pieces and gave it to the old man.
"Try not to move too much, you might kill yourself," she said. The old man looked at the apples, his gaze softens and he took one; eating it silently.
"I can't tell whether your kind or just plain annoying," the old man murmured.
"You're annoying," Masako told the old man who winced. He started to laugh and took another piece of apple from the plate. "What happened to the young boy who was with you yesterday?" the old man asked her.
Masako sighed. She had a feeling she knew where he was, but it was better to ignore it. After all, it annoyed her.
Why was she doing so much for this old man? Why did she even bother to visit him?
The image of John's bothered face flashed across her mind. Masako took the knife and begun to skin another apple.
"Tell me, why did you come to visit me?" the old man asked suddenly. Masako almost dropped her apple. She felt her face flush. She didn't want to do this…but she had too.
She took in a deep breath. "I can sense things," she explained to the old man. "See things, smell things…I have supernatural powers…ESP is what you would want to call it."
The old man's eyes widened.
"You sure!" he shouted, "Than you can help me find the ring!"
Masako was stunned by his reaction. She was expecting the old man to be scared of her.
"You're not…scared?" she asked. She remembered the times where she had to investigate others. How humans afraid of her power had shunned her. How the media had exploited her powers.
The old man frowned, "And why should I be, aren't your powers wonderful…and believe me, if you have lived as long as I have nothing scares you anymore."
"Eh," Masako said mockingly, she went towards the old man and placed her hand on his arm. The old man didn't even flinch.
"I think it's my turn to call you a pervert," the old man said. "Shut up, Timothy," Masako told the man. His eyes widened. "How did you know that?" he asked.
Masako smirked, "I have ESP. I told you."
The old man pauses for a moment before smiling, "Then can you tell me where my ring is."
"You threw it away," Masako said. The old man flinched. "When she didn't come and meet you that night, you got upset, you threw it into some bushes and left…you wanted to scold her when you got back home…however once you reached home you found a note on the desk." She said.
The old man pulled his arm away from Masako's grasps. Masako's eyes widened, flashes of the man's life continued to flow through her. She wanted to puke. The note on the desk…the warning sirens of approaching planes carrying bombs…the date…it was world war 2…the man was panicking…he ran out into the open streets…bombs crashed into houses, fires started burning and spreading. The smell of death and rot waffled into Masako's nose. It burnt. Everywhere people were screaming, the man was screaming. He was hurt, his arms and legs cut and bleeding, his chest burnt from the fire.
"Anna!" he called out. The houses collapsed. He ran and ran, trying to find her, but he could not see her. Children, women and men ran past him. He ran into the fire calling her name. Desperation was overtaking him; his heart was filled with pain.
He shouldn't have bought that ring, he thought to himself, he should have went straight home…he should have went straight home and stop Anna from leaving. A bomb crashed into a house a few blocks away, shards of metal flew into his directions, pain gripped him and he fell to the ground.
"Anna!' he called out again.
A bright light flashed and Masako saw a woman. A woman who was crying, clutching her tummy. She was seated by a dressing table, the newspaper by her side. She was crying, filled with sorrow. She was torn; she didn't know where to go.
She was pregnant.
"I'm sorry, Timothy…I cannot stay with you any longer." The note read.
The man screamed. Masako screamed, and then it was over.
She was on the ground, her hands covering her ears, her eyes tearing. A nurse was over her calling her name. The old man was looking at her, worry in his eyes. She was panting, and panting hard. The nurse helped her up and brought her to a chair.
"Are you alright?" she asked Masako. Masako looked at the old man who was staring at her. Sadness gripped Masako.
"I'm alright," Masako told the nurse. The nurse frowned, before leaving the room.
"Yes," the old man spoke suddenly, "I threw the ring away…I went back home to find a note written by her, she had left me…soon after, bombs exploded in the streets of Japan…and I was severely injured…after the war I heard from Anna. She had settled in Australia and she had married a new man. She told me she was pregnant with a child and that she was sorry for everything."
Pregnant?
She was pregnant…
Something clicked, Masako gasped, she glanced at the old man.
"I wanted to get her back," the old man whispered, "I wanted to fly to Australia to get her back, but I was afraid, afraid that I might break apart the family…I waited and waited, until I turned into an old man…then one day I realized that I had to put an end to it."
"I'm dying from lung cancer," he said, "The doctor said I have not much time left…then I remembered the ring and I realized that I wanted to give it to her…no matter what."
Masako took in one deep shaky breath. "Mr Brown, I think-"
She paused, before shaking her head. She stood up, "Rest well old man," she said.
The old man smiled, took an apple from Masako's basket and gave it to her. "Thank you for listening," he whispered. "That was enough."
Masako left the room, tears forming in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and swears.
"I'm becoming a Mai," she muttered to herself. She walked out of the hospital, a new resolution forming in her head. Taking out a hand phone she dialed a number. "Hello," she talked into her phone, "Naru, I need a favor."
Well, that's part 1 folks, if you know where I am going with this, please give me your answers XD
And I know it's a little late and all but…answering the Pi question from chapter 5.
I thought of that theory myself…though if you were to present it to a mathematician they might look at it and laugh their heads off. Why? Because it has no proof. After all I came up with the theory after reading about Poincare Conjecture…which I still do not understand : D