Where I Belong
Part 2
By: Mylo
Disclaimer: Same as before.
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Haruka lay in her bed in her tank top and shorts, staring at the white
ceiling with swirls that seemed to blend into different shapes, ducks, birds,
whatever. Beads of sweat rolled down her cheek, as she panted. She just
came back from her daily workout at her private gym. Haruka lay there
and began to daydream as she waited for the bath to fill up.
In a way she was lucky, her father was rich, really rich. She could have
anything that she wanted. The amount he left her after his death was more
than enough to support her for many years to come. Her father also left
her his house and everything else he owned. That was because she was
his only daughter and only relative. She was lucky that she didn't have to
starve like a helpless puppy, wandering on the streets, waiting for its life
to end.
Haruka sat up on her bed and flexed both of her arms. Her muscles are all
tightened up into knots; a hot bath was what she really need. She took out
a towel from her drawer and walked into the bathroom. Haruka turned off
the water and she pulled off her clothes and tossed it towards the washing
basket.
Haruka looked at herself in the mirror. She winced as she touched the
bruise on her cheekbone; the one Ryu gave her a week ago. She really
needed to do something about it, she hardly gets hit in the face and it does
ruin her appearance. She will have to wear a pair of sunglasses to hide
them until it fades. Her knuckles are fine now, just that her hand was still
a bit weak; it should be fine in another weeks or so. It was rare that she
gets injured from this kind of 'exercise'. Her deltoid muscles are also a
bit sore; she massaged it a bit, and then traced her finger over a long scar
on the right side of her back. She turned her back towards the mirror to
look at it. A long scar, she never remembered how and why it happened,
only her father telling her that she fell over and cut herself over
something that she couldn't remember The cut was deep, so deep that it
left a scar. It happened when she was only two years old, and the scar was
still very visible. Pity she couldn't remember what had happened. As
strangely as it sound but she doesn't seem to remember anything that was
before she was five years old, but honestly, who could remember
themselves at the age of three to four and below?
Warm water surrounded her when she lowered herself into the bathtub.
The sudden warmth caused her skin to tingle; she shivered. She let out a
sigh as she relaxed her muscles and rested her head on the side. She lay
there and let the warmth enter her body. She took a deep breath; there
were a few things that she needed to think about. She was expelled, yes,
because of her intolerable behavior at school. This must have been a
school record, being expelled in the first month of school; she could only
snigger at the thought. She would have expected herself to stay at home
for another few weeks until she was accepted into another school. That
was if she bothered to apply, but she received a letter from Mugen high
school, and stating that she had been accepted and can start school in two
weeks. This was strange, really strange. Number one, she didn't think that
she'll be able to get into a good school like that, and two, she didn't even
apply to that school. Yet she was already accepted, in only a week. Could
this be a prank? It had to be. No, no one knew that she was expelled; she
didn't even bother to tell the teachers. They probably know anyway since
Yanagi was the principal. Besides the letter has the official stamp and
signature and they had given her a student ID and card, all her
information was correct. Who could have possibly done this? It couldn't
have been her teachers could it? Was it trustworthy? Many unanswerable
questions filled her mind. People were so cunning these days; it was hard
to find someone that you could trust, someone that will not harm you for
their own gain.
'But this is a school, you idiot!' Haruka argued with herself.
'Isn't this what you dreamt of? - Yeah, before he left me¡K' She
submerged her head into the water. This was all too confusing, but it
wouldn't hurt if she did go and have a look. But what will she do there?
She didn't want to study; life was just not worth living anymore, there's
nothing to look forward to.
Her head shot out of the water and she gasped for fresh air. She had been
in the water for too long, her body was starting to wrinkle. She quickly
got out and wrapped a towel around herself. She still had to go out to buy
herself something to eat. The fridge was empty. 'I shouldn't have sent
Kento away.' Kento was her housekeeper, he had been working for
Haruka's father for quite a long time, very long, and he was the one that
looked after her when his father wasn't around, he had been around since
the day she was born. However after his death Haruka wanted some
peace and quiet so she gave him some money to go on holiday for few
months. Acting on impulse she forgot that it was Kento that organizes
things around the household, so now all the choirs needed to be done by
herself. Fortunately for her, Kento should be back in a few days, but now
she will need to restock some food. Microwave instant foods were the
best, Haruka just doesn't belong to the kitchen; she couldn't cook even if
her life depends on it.
She quickly cleaned up the bathroom and shoved her clothes into the
washing machine. 'Think before you act, there are some consequences
that you can't afford to pay.' an old saying from her father. She
understands that line well, but she never seem to be able to follow it,
knowing it well does not mean that you'll do it, probably it was her
nature to act on impulse. She slipped into a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt
and a denim jacket; it was getting cold these days. Damn it was still only
the beginning of October. She ran her hand through her sandy-blonde
hair.
'What else do I need?' She grabbed her pair of sunglasses and her car
keys, and then she headed toward her garage, where her yellow
convertible awaits.
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Her journey to the supermarket was a quick one, one of the benefits of
owning a car. However the time gained from using a private transport was
lost when trying to find a parking space.
"What's wrong with these people! Why do they all have to come now?"
Haruka muttered under her breath. People just had to come shopping on a
Friday evening it seemed. All the spaces in the parking lot were filled up,
not a good start for her. After what seemed like hours and Haruka's
continuous cursing, she finally found herself a space, though it was far
away from the supermarket, she didn't care, at least she got a space.
Haruka got out of the car and slammed the door shut with anger, she
adjusted her jacket and headed towards the supermarket, it was getting
cold.
"I swear I'll buy enough food to last me the rest of the year." She scolded
under her breath. This whole trip to the supermarket had really gotten on
her nerves. She never had to do the shopping and she never liked
shopping and doubt that she ever will. This was all too boring and was
such a waste of time; a waste of time? She had too much time, too much
time in her life to spare. She wasn't planning to even go to Mugen High,
yes it was once her dream, their dream, hoping that one-day father and
daughter could work together in the laboratory. She kept her head down
and she continued to walk. She could have been at home doing other
thing, such as working on her cars; this often took her mind off things
that she doesn't want to think of.
'I hate...' her trail of thoughts was interrupted as she accidentally walked
into the big glass wall. Haruka covered her nose with her hands, the pain
was about to make her tears come out, and she quickly scanned the area
to see if anyone saw her, fortunately there was none.
'I hate shopping!' she shook her head vigorously to rid the pain. Her face
was red with embarrassment. How could anyone be so blind and walk
into a glass wall?
It took some time before Haruka found the entrance for the supermarket.
When she got there she was sure that her nose was so red that it was
shining. She sniffed loudly as she entered.
'Now, where's the microwave stuff?' She pulled out a trolley and pushed
it down the aisle grabbing what seemed good to eat. Supermarkets these
days are just amazing, they have everything. Ranging from the basic food
source to toys and clothing, people will never need to go anywhere else
but the supermarket. Soon enough her trolley was filled with chips,
canned food, sodas and many other instant food, anything that was
healthy didn't belong there.
She grabbed another packet of sashimi before she left. She turned around
quickly, not noticing there was someone behind her. When she did it was
too late. The person behind her fell with a yelp. This was her fault.
"Sorry." Haruka bent down to pick up the things that were lying on the
floor. 'I can't believe this is happening!' She helped the girl up and
handed back her groceries.
"I'm really sorry." She said with an apologetic nod, without waiting for
her reply she pushed her trolley and left. This really wasn't the day for
shopping.
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Haruka slammed the door to her house with her foot and dropped her
grocery bags. She shouldn't have bought so much canned food, she didn't
realize that they were that heavy. She shook her head, "I really should
think carefully before I do anything."
"You're right girl, I think you should too, leaving all that stuff out here,
you want to trip this old man over aye?" Haruka quickly turned around to
see whom that familiar voice belonged to. As she expected Old Kento
stood there next to the grocery bags. How could have she missed him, his
luggage were just next to the door, he must have just came back too.
"Come here and give me a hug." He walked up to Haruka and gave her a
hug. Haruka returned the hug, it was good to see him, to see someone that
he knows that will not hurt her, more or less someone that she could trust.
However she wasn't expecting him to be home so early. Old Kento
looked around the house then looked back at Haruka. "I wonder, what
would you do without me? Look at this place. I've seen pigsty cleaner
than this."
Haruka felt a slight blush on her face; the house was really in a mess.
Some left over canned food left on the table, things that she was planning
to put away but never got around to. The first few weeks was all right for
her, she kept everything neat and tidy, but then she slacked and couldn't
be bothered or not in the mood to clean anything up. "Sorry, I'll clean it
up soon." Haruka coughed into her fists. Sometimes she does feel bad
about leaving things around for Kento to clean up, asking an old man to
look after you seemed a bit too much. However, though Kento may look
old, but he was as fit as any young man and always so energetic, he
surely doesn't act his age.
"Why are you back so early? I wasn't expecting you until next Friday."
Haruka picked up one of his luggage and followed her old friend to his
room.
"Eh, you expect me to stay in Hawaii for two 'ole months?" Kento said as
he carried two large suitcases up the stairs, he was still as fit as he used to
be. "Sure, the beach was great and lots of pretty ladies in bikinis running
around, but I'm growing tired of it, probably because I'm too old for that
kinda stuff." Haruka raised her eyebrow, another thing about Kento was
that he always means what he says, and always so unpredictable, Haruka
could picture Kento chasing girls around the beach with no difficulty.
More likely terrifying them.
They finally reached the end of the corridor and carefully put the suitcase
aside. "Haruka, when did you apply for Mugen high, and you're already
been accepted. I'm sure that you father will be so proud of you." Haruka
blinked at him. "Oh, I saw the letter on the table downstairs. This is good,
really good. You kno¡K"
"I'm not going there." Haruka interrupted and earned a questioning look
from Kento, however her face was so expressionless that it held no
answer.
"Why?" Kento said breaking the silence. "Why waste such a good
opportunity to study?"
Haruka kept quiet and slightly lowered her head. 'Why study? Why
school? Why do I want to go anyway? There's nothing to look forward to,
nothing that is worth living for. Why am I still alive?' She clenched her
fists and hunched her shoulders. The only reason that she was still alive
was her promise to her father, the one she promised when her father died.
'You are so cruel, this is torture.'
"Haru?" Haruka jumped when Kento placed a hand on her shoulder.
Haruka turned her head away avoiding eye contact. Kento shook his head
and went up to his desk and unlocked his drawer and took out what
seemed to be a letter.
"Haruka, there is something...something I have to give you. A letter that
your father wrote before..."
Haruka quickly grabbed the letter before Kento could finish his sentence.
Her name was neatly written on the envelope, she took little notice of it
and tore it open. Inside was a letter, she unfolded it and recognized her
father's neat script. Kento sighed and turned away to his suitcases,
leaving her alone to read the letter.
"If you are reading this that means that I am longer with
you, but remember Haruka I will always be watching
over you no matter how far away I seem to be. Kento
should have given this letter to you. I told him to give this
to you when he feels that he needed to. Though I wish he
doesn't need to. Another thing, don't send Kento away,
knowing your personality I know you might do that,
don't forget that he had taken care of you since the day
you were born, treat him with some respect."
Haruka's face feels hot, hot with embarrassment, her father knew her too
well. Her quick temper always leads her doing things that she soon
regrets. She suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed; she gave a short
glance at Kento, he was now unpacking some of his luggage and didn't
seem to notice her. He pulled out a weird looking mask from his bag and
laughed at it. Haruka's eyes moved back to the letter and read on quickly.
"I'm sure that you would have realized by now why I had
written this letter. Though I hope so much that you will
not be reading this. Everyone will go through this
progress, being born, growing old, getting sick and
eventually death. I understand that it will be hard for you
to take this in, and there is no way that I can ease your
pain, not any way that I could think of, however I do miss
you. There is no reason to mourn for me any longer. It
had been too long. You should realize your youth and
should live your life to the fullest. This is what I expect
of you, you had promised me to live, and you shall live a
wonderful, unregretful life.
I will be watching over you in heaven, I wish so much for
you to make me proud of you. Work hard and become a
great scientist, greater than the one I am, or should I say
used to be. It still seems weird when I write about myself
in pass tense. Anyway, let me give you a mission,
become a great doctor, save many lives; I know you can
do it.
This is very much all I have to say. One more thing, there
is a medallion that I want you to have. It had been with
me for many years. Keep it with you always. It will
protect you. The medallion is located in my room."
Haruka rushed out of the room, tumbling over one of the suitcases and
quickly ran up another flight of stairs to her father's room. She opened
the door; she waved her hand over her face to rid the stench of dusty old
books. She hadn't been in his room for a while, not since her father's
death, it brings back to many painful memory, but at the same time lots of
happiness.
"On my desk you will see a small statue, the one that you
always liked when you were a child. Underneath it are
covered with leaf patterns, just like the one on your ring.
Your ring is the key, connect it to the leaf pattern in the
middle, turn it clockwise three times, then you should be
able to open it."
Haruka carefully put away her father's letter in her pocket and walked up
to the desk and lit a candle, her father was always so into the 'old fashion'
style, more of the high cultural side than into technology. As he states that
he gets too much of new technology at work and doesn't need it at home.
In the corner was the stone statue of a lady that her father had mentioned.
She remembered how she used to say that it was a figure of her mother.
The expression on the lady's face was so welcoming; it warms her heart
every time she sees the smile on her face, which was probably why she
believed that it was her mother.
Adrenaline pumped in Haruka's blood vessels. 'What is all this? What is
this medallion?' She nervously rubbed the ring on her middle finger. She
swallowed as she lifted the statue; to her surprise it wasn't as heavy as
she expected it to be. She turned it over to reveal the leaf pattern. She
took her ring off and carefully placed it in the middle and turned her ring
clockwise three times then places the statue back on the table. In the
silence room, she can hear clicking sound coming from the stone, there
must be some kind of mechanical devises inside. Slowly the statue began
to split in half, from the woman's head and below. The pattern on the
dress had cleverly hidden the opening of the sculpture, a masterpiece,
cleverly and very neatly made. The clicking stopped and a medallion can
be seen resting on a soft velvet lining. It was beautiful, the medallion, it
was in a shape of a dragon curled up into a circle with its head in the
middle. With a fierce expression, but it somehow gave Haruka the same
warm feeling when she looked at the statue. A familiar feeling, as if she
had somewhere seen this medallion before, but no memory came.
Haruka tightened her grip around the medallion and looked back at the
letter.
"My dear Haru-chan, keep this medallion safe with you,
carry it all the time shall it will give you a sense of life, a
sense of belonging, think of it as a replacement of my
presence. I will always love you.
Your father
Tenou Gentaro"
Haruka can feel the sting in her eyes again; she bit her lower lip and took
a deep breath to calm herself. "I've sworn that I'll never cry again, and I
won't." She closed her eyes and swallowed, she took another deep breath
before she opened her eyes again. Haruka held the medallion to her chest
and tightened her grip, "Thank you father, thank you." She blew on the
candle flame, it flickered before giving its way. The room became a total
darkness; only the light from the hall lit the room slightly, she left, quietly
closing the door behind her. The statue began to close, back to its original
shape, the shape of her 'mother'.
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End of Part 2
Oh geez, that's it! Exams are done but now I have to get ready to go to Toronto
to go to University. AH! My first year in UT and in a whole new environment.
Never been to Toronto. Just hope that I don't get lost. .
Anyway, so the next chapter may take a bit longer time to come out cause
of all the chaos that's happening now.
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Part 2
By: Mylo
Disclaimer: Same as before.
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Haruka lay in her bed in her tank top and shorts, staring at the white
ceiling with swirls that seemed to blend into different shapes, ducks, birds,
whatever. Beads of sweat rolled down her cheek, as she panted. She just
came back from her daily workout at her private gym. Haruka lay there
and began to daydream as she waited for the bath to fill up.
In a way she was lucky, her father was rich, really rich. She could have
anything that she wanted. The amount he left her after his death was more
than enough to support her for many years to come. Her father also left
her his house and everything else he owned. That was because she was
his only daughter and only relative. She was lucky that she didn't have to
starve like a helpless puppy, wandering on the streets, waiting for its life
to end.
Haruka sat up on her bed and flexed both of her arms. Her muscles are all
tightened up into knots; a hot bath was what she really need. She took out
a towel from her drawer and walked into the bathroom. Haruka turned off
the water and she pulled off her clothes and tossed it towards the washing
basket.
Haruka looked at herself in the mirror. She winced as she touched the
bruise on her cheekbone; the one Ryu gave her a week ago. She really
needed to do something about it, she hardly gets hit in the face and it does
ruin her appearance. She will have to wear a pair of sunglasses to hide
them until it fades. Her knuckles are fine now, just that her hand was still
a bit weak; it should be fine in another weeks or so. It was rare that she
gets injured from this kind of 'exercise'. Her deltoid muscles are also a
bit sore; she massaged it a bit, and then traced her finger over a long scar
on the right side of her back. She turned her back towards the mirror to
look at it. A long scar, she never remembered how and why it happened,
only her father telling her that she fell over and cut herself over
something that she couldn't remember The cut was deep, so deep that it
left a scar. It happened when she was only two years old, and the scar was
still very visible. Pity she couldn't remember what had happened. As
strangely as it sound but she doesn't seem to remember anything that was
before she was five years old, but honestly, who could remember
themselves at the age of three to four and below?
Warm water surrounded her when she lowered herself into the bathtub.
The sudden warmth caused her skin to tingle; she shivered. She let out a
sigh as she relaxed her muscles and rested her head on the side. She lay
there and let the warmth enter her body. She took a deep breath; there
were a few things that she needed to think about. She was expelled, yes,
because of her intolerable behavior at school. This must have been a
school record, being expelled in the first month of school; she could only
snigger at the thought. She would have expected herself to stay at home
for another few weeks until she was accepted into another school. That
was if she bothered to apply, but she received a letter from Mugen high
school, and stating that she had been accepted and can start school in two
weeks. This was strange, really strange. Number one, she didn't think that
she'll be able to get into a good school like that, and two, she didn't even
apply to that school. Yet she was already accepted, in only a week. Could
this be a prank? It had to be. No, no one knew that she was expelled; she
didn't even bother to tell the teachers. They probably know anyway since
Yanagi was the principal. Besides the letter has the official stamp and
signature and they had given her a student ID and card, all her
information was correct. Who could have possibly done this? It couldn't
have been her teachers could it? Was it trustworthy? Many unanswerable
questions filled her mind. People were so cunning these days; it was hard
to find someone that you could trust, someone that will not harm you for
their own gain.
'But this is a school, you idiot!' Haruka argued with herself.
'Isn't this what you dreamt of? - Yeah, before he left me¡K' She
submerged her head into the water. This was all too confusing, but it
wouldn't hurt if she did go and have a look. But what will she do there?
She didn't want to study; life was just not worth living anymore, there's
nothing to look forward to.
Her head shot out of the water and she gasped for fresh air. She had been
in the water for too long, her body was starting to wrinkle. She quickly
got out and wrapped a towel around herself. She still had to go out to buy
herself something to eat. The fridge was empty. 'I shouldn't have sent
Kento away.' Kento was her housekeeper, he had been working for
Haruka's father for quite a long time, very long, and he was the one that
looked after her when his father wasn't around, he had been around since
the day she was born. However after his death Haruka wanted some
peace and quiet so she gave him some money to go on holiday for few
months. Acting on impulse she forgot that it was Kento that organizes
things around the household, so now all the choirs needed to be done by
herself. Fortunately for her, Kento should be back in a few days, but now
she will need to restock some food. Microwave instant foods were the
best, Haruka just doesn't belong to the kitchen; she couldn't cook even if
her life depends on it.
She quickly cleaned up the bathroom and shoved her clothes into the
washing machine. 'Think before you act, there are some consequences
that you can't afford to pay.' an old saying from her father. She
understands that line well, but she never seem to be able to follow it,
knowing it well does not mean that you'll do it, probably it was her
nature to act on impulse. She slipped into a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt
and a denim jacket; it was getting cold these days. Damn it was still only
the beginning of October. She ran her hand through her sandy-blonde
hair.
'What else do I need?' She grabbed her pair of sunglasses and her car
keys, and then she headed toward her garage, where her yellow
convertible awaits.
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Her journey to the supermarket was a quick one, one of the benefits of
owning a car. However the time gained from using a private transport was
lost when trying to find a parking space.
"What's wrong with these people! Why do they all have to come now?"
Haruka muttered under her breath. People just had to come shopping on a
Friday evening it seemed. All the spaces in the parking lot were filled up,
not a good start for her. After what seemed like hours and Haruka's
continuous cursing, she finally found herself a space, though it was far
away from the supermarket, she didn't care, at least she got a space.
Haruka got out of the car and slammed the door shut with anger, she
adjusted her jacket and headed towards the supermarket, it was getting
cold.
"I swear I'll buy enough food to last me the rest of the year." She scolded
under her breath. This whole trip to the supermarket had really gotten on
her nerves. She never had to do the shopping and she never liked
shopping and doubt that she ever will. This was all too boring and was
such a waste of time; a waste of time? She had too much time, too much
time in her life to spare. She wasn't planning to even go to Mugen High,
yes it was once her dream, their dream, hoping that one-day father and
daughter could work together in the laboratory. She kept her head down
and she continued to walk. She could have been at home doing other
thing, such as working on her cars; this often took her mind off things
that she doesn't want to think of.
'I hate...' her trail of thoughts was interrupted as she accidentally walked
into the big glass wall. Haruka covered her nose with her hands, the pain
was about to make her tears come out, and she quickly scanned the area
to see if anyone saw her, fortunately there was none.
'I hate shopping!' she shook her head vigorously to rid the pain. Her face
was red with embarrassment. How could anyone be so blind and walk
into a glass wall?
It took some time before Haruka found the entrance for the supermarket.
When she got there she was sure that her nose was so red that it was
shining. She sniffed loudly as she entered.
'Now, where's the microwave stuff?' She pulled out a trolley and pushed
it down the aisle grabbing what seemed good to eat. Supermarkets these
days are just amazing, they have everything. Ranging from the basic food
source to toys and clothing, people will never need to go anywhere else
but the supermarket. Soon enough her trolley was filled with chips,
canned food, sodas and many other instant food, anything that was
healthy didn't belong there.
She grabbed another packet of sashimi before she left. She turned around
quickly, not noticing there was someone behind her. When she did it was
too late. The person behind her fell with a yelp. This was her fault.
"Sorry." Haruka bent down to pick up the things that were lying on the
floor. 'I can't believe this is happening!' She helped the girl up and
handed back her groceries.
"I'm really sorry." She said with an apologetic nod, without waiting for
her reply she pushed her trolley and left. This really wasn't the day for
shopping.
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Haruka slammed the door to her house with her foot and dropped her
grocery bags. She shouldn't have bought so much canned food, she didn't
realize that they were that heavy. She shook her head, "I really should
think carefully before I do anything."
"You're right girl, I think you should too, leaving all that stuff out here,
you want to trip this old man over aye?" Haruka quickly turned around to
see whom that familiar voice belonged to. As she expected Old Kento
stood there next to the grocery bags. How could have she missed him, his
luggage were just next to the door, he must have just came back too.
"Come here and give me a hug." He walked up to Haruka and gave her a
hug. Haruka returned the hug, it was good to see him, to see someone that
he knows that will not hurt her, more or less someone that she could trust.
However she wasn't expecting him to be home so early. Old Kento
looked around the house then looked back at Haruka. "I wonder, what
would you do without me? Look at this place. I've seen pigsty cleaner
than this."
Haruka felt a slight blush on her face; the house was really in a mess.
Some left over canned food left on the table, things that she was planning
to put away but never got around to. The first few weeks was all right for
her, she kept everything neat and tidy, but then she slacked and couldn't
be bothered or not in the mood to clean anything up. "Sorry, I'll clean it
up soon." Haruka coughed into her fists. Sometimes she does feel bad
about leaving things around for Kento to clean up, asking an old man to
look after you seemed a bit too much. However, though Kento may look
old, but he was as fit as any young man and always so energetic, he
surely doesn't act his age.
"Why are you back so early? I wasn't expecting you until next Friday."
Haruka picked up one of his luggage and followed her old friend to his
room.
"Eh, you expect me to stay in Hawaii for two 'ole months?" Kento said as
he carried two large suitcases up the stairs, he was still as fit as he used to
be. "Sure, the beach was great and lots of pretty ladies in bikinis running
around, but I'm growing tired of it, probably because I'm too old for that
kinda stuff." Haruka raised her eyebrow, another thing about Kento was
that he always means what he says, and always so unpredictable, Haruka
could picture Kento chasing girls around the beach with no difficulty.
More likely terrifying them.
They finally reached the end of the corridor and carefully put the suitcase
aside. "Haruka, when did you apply for Mugen high, and you're already
been accepted. I'm sure that you father will be so proud of you." Haruka
blinked at him. "Oh, I saw the letter on the table downstairs. This is good,
really good. You kno¡K"
"I'm not going there." Haruka interrupted and earned a questioning look
from Kento, however her face was so expressionless that it held no
answer.
"Why?" Kento said breaking the silence. "Why waste such a good
opportunity to study?"
Haruka kept quiet and slightly lowered her head. 'Why study? Why
school? Why do I want to go anyway? There's nothing to look forward to,
nothing that is worth living for. Why am I still alive?' She clenched her
fists and hunched her shoulders. The only reason that she was still alive
was her promise to her father, the one she promised when her father died.
'You are so cruel, this is torture.'
"Haru?" Haruka jumped when Kento placed a hand on her shoulder.
Haruka turned her head away avoiding eye contact. Kento shook his head
and went up to his desk and unlocked his drawer and took out what
seemed to be a letter.
"Haruka, there is something...something I have to give you. A letter that
your father wrote before..."
Haruka quickly grabbed the letter before Kento could finish his sentence.
Her name was neatly written on the envelope, she took little notice of it
and tore it open. Inside was a letter, she unfolded it and recognized her
father's neat script. Kento sighed and turned away to his suitcases,
leaving her alone to read the letter.
"If you are reading this that means that I am longer with
you, but remember Haruka I will always be watching
over you no matter how far away I seem to be. Kento
should have given this letter to you. I told him to give this
to you when he feels that he needed to. Though I wish he
doesn't need to. Another thing, don't send Kento away,
knowing your personality I know you might do that,
don't forget that he had taken care of you since the day
you were born, treat him with some respect."
Haruka's face feels hot, hot with embarrassment, her father knew her too
well. Her quick temper always leads her doing things that she soon
regrets. She suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed; she gave a short
glance at Kento, he was now unpacking some of his luggage and didn't
seem to notice her. He pulled out a weird looking mask from his bag and
laughed at it. Haruka's eyes moved back to the letter and read on quickly.
"I'm sure that you would have realized by now why I had
written this letter. Though I hope so much that you will
not be reading this. Everyone will go through this
progress, being born, growing old, getting sick and
eventually death. I understand that it will be hard for you
to take this in, and there is no way that I can ease your
pain, not any way that I could think of, however I do miss
you. There is no reason to mourn for me any longer. It
had been too long. You should realize your youth and
should live your life to the fullest. This is what I expect
of you, you had promised me to live, and you shall live a
wonderful, unregretful life.
I will be watching over you in heaven, I wish so much for
you to make me proud of you. Work hard and become a
great scientist, greater than the one I am, or should I say
used to be. It still seems weird when I write about myself
in pass tense. Anyway, let me give you a mission,
become a great doctor, save many lives; I know you can
do it.
This is very much all I have to say. One more thing, there
is a medallion that I want you to have. It had been with
me for many years. Keep it with you always. It will
protect you. The medallion is located in my room."
Haruka rushed out of the room, tumbling over one of the suitcases and
quickly ran up another flight of stairs to her father's room. She opened
the door; she waved her hand over her face to rid the stench of dusty old
books. She hadn't been in his room for a while, not since her father's
death, it brings back to many painful memory, but at the same time lots of
happiness.
"On my desk you will see a small statue, the one that you
always liked when you were a child. Underneath it are
covered with leaf patterns, just like the one on your ring.
Your ring is the key, connect it to the leaf pattern in the
middle, turn it clockwise three times, then you should be
able to open it."
Haruka carefully put away her father's letter in her pocket and walked up
to the desk and lit a candle, her father was always so into the 'old fashion'
style, more of the high cultural side than into technology. As he states that
he gets too much of new technology at work and doesn't need it at home.
In the corner was the stone statue of a lady that her father had mentioned.
She remembered how she used to say that it was a figure of her mother.
The expression on the lady's face was so welcoming; it warms her heart
every time she sees the smile on her face, which was probably why she
believed that it was her mother.
Adrenaline pumped in Haruka's blood vessels. 'What is all this? What is
this medallion?' She nervously rubbed the ring on her middle finger. She
swallowed as she lifted the statue; to her surprise it wasn't as heavy as
she expected it to be. She turned it over to reveal the leaf pattern. She
took her ring off and carefully placed it in the middle and turned her ring
clockwise three times then places the statue back on the table. In the
silence room, she can hear clicking sound coming from the stone, there
must be some kind of mechanical devises inside. Slowly the statue began
to split in half, from the woman's head and below. The pattern on the
dress had cleverly hidden the opening of the sculpture, a masterpiece,
cleverly and very neatly made. The clicking stopped and a medallion can
be seen resting on a soft velvet lining. It was beautiful, the medallion, it
was in a shape of a dragon curled up into a circle with its head in the
middle. With a fierce expression, but it somehow gave Haruka the same
warm feeling when she looked at the statue. A familiar feeling, as if she
had somewhere seen this medallion before, but no memory came.
Haruka tightened her grip around the medallion and looked back at the
letter.
"My dear Haru-chan, keep this medallion safe with you,
carry it all the time shall it will give you a sense of life, a
sense of belonging, think of it as a replacement of my
presence. I will always love you.
Your father
Tenou Gentaro"
Haruka can feel the sting in her eyes again; she bit her lower lip and took
a deep breath to calm herself. "I've sworn that I'll never cry again, and I
won't." She closed her eyes and swallowed, she took another deep breath
before she opened her eyes again. Haruka held the medallion to her chest
and tightened her grip, "Thank you father, thank you." She blew on the
candle flame, it flickered before giving its way. The room became a total
darkness; only the light from the hall lit the room slightly, she left, quietly
closing the door behind her. The statue began to close, back to its original
shape, the shape of her 'mother'.
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End of Part 2
Oh geez, that's it! Exams are done but now I have to get ready to go to Toronto
to go to University. AH! My first year in UT and in a whole new environment.
Never been to Toronto. Just hope that I don't get lost. .
Anyway, so the next chapter may take a bit longer time to come out cause
of all the chaos that's happening now.
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