Chapter 5: Tokito Akanuma
I ran as fast as I could. If only that policeman wasn't there. I could've killed them all. Mother didn't have to die, but she didn't have much here anyway. She was losing her mind more and more everyday.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was moving at such a slow rate and I was leaving a trail of my path behind with my slipper prints. I stopped, took off my slippers, and put on some Chinese shoes that I always carry with me. Now, what am I supposed to do with my slippers?
I glanced around to see if there were any people. Making sure that the coast was clear, I held my slippers in my hands and concentrated. In seconds, the erupted in flames and turned into ash. I blew the ash into the wind.
Now, all I had to do was fix my kimono. Gently touching it, I concentrated again. It started to fold itself neatly into a perfect combat suit. Now, I'm ready.
Let's see...levitate or run? To levitate is less tiring, but running is more fun. I jumped onto the wall behind me and began to run. Running is so much more fun than levitating around.
As I ran, I remembered the policeman. I read his mind and found out that he was checking for physical signs if I was capable of anything dangerous. But honestly, not everyone and anyone grabs your wrist out of the blue just for the sake of looking at your hands.
It was amusing really. He was looking for me, but he didn't know that I was what he was looking for. I killed the politicians. I did it to serve justice to the people and to avenge my mother's multiple rapes that cost her, her sanity.
I continued to run. Where was I supposed to go now? I could always give myself a new identity, but that would involve making so much out of nothing. People would be suspicious. How could I possibly hide out?
The policeman.
I stopped in my tracks. He was close by. He might've followed my slipper prints. Yes. This policeman could contribute to my new identity.
He was still very far away. I jumped down from the wall and quickly restored my kimono. I transformed my Chinese shoes into slippers and ran for a grass-surrounded tree. With a wave of my hand, I made my tracks disappear.
Just as I sensed, the policeman was close by. Moments later, he appeared in front of me and began looking around, oblivious to my presence. I made it easier for him and concentrated on him. Suddenly, he turned to me, looking at me through the shadows. He straightened himself and slowly walked to me. Now, to start my act...
"Why are you following me?" I asked him in a trembling voice.
He stopped when he was only a few inches away from me. This was an awkward position for me. Did he intend to do anything? If he did, I'd have no choice but to let him do, as he likes...
"I just want some answers," he said.
I looked up at him. I was only up to his shoulder, and he was so close to me. The closeness made me uneasy. I began to blush very deeply.
"To what?" I asked him, now trembling in real nervousness. Why was I acting like this? Was it because I knew that I couldn't do anything if he tried something?
The moonlight peered from behind the clouds. I saw his smile because he saw me blush. "To start, why has your face become so hot?" he asked.
I couldn't answer him because I couldn't answer myself.
"All right," he said, shrugging. "Let's try another question. Why are you considered a witch?"
I gulped. I felt thee inkling to answer him truthfully. But what do I owe him to do that? I shouldn't tell him! But I couldn't control myself in time.
"I am considered a witch," I started, "because I actually am one."
I ran as fast as I could. If only that policeman wasn't there. I could've killed them all. Mother didn't have to die, but she didn't have much here anyway. She was losing her mind more and more everyday.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was moving at such a slow rate and I was leaving a trail of my path behind with my slipper prints. I stopped, took off my slippers, and put on some Chinese shoes that I always carry with me. Now, what am I supposed to do with my slippers?
I glanced around to see if there were any people. Making sure that the coast was clear, I held my slippers in my hands and concentrated. In seconds, the erupted in flames and turned into ash. I blew the ash into the wind.
Now, all I had to do was fix my kimono. Gently touching it, I concentrated again. It started to fold itself neatly into a perfect combat suit. Now, I'm ready.
Let's see...levitate or run? To levitate is less tiring, but running is more fun. I jumped onto the wall behind me and began to run. Running is so much more fun than levitating around.
As I ran, I remembered the policeman. I read his mind and found out that he was checking for physical signs if I was capable of anything dangerous. But honestly, not everyone and anyone grabs your wrist out of the blue just for the sake of looking at your hands.
It was amusing really. He was looking for me, but he didn't know that I was what he was looking for. I killed the politicians. I did it to serve justice to the people and to avenge my mother's multiple rapes that cost her, her sanity.
I continued to run. Where was I supposed to go now? I could always give myself a new identity, but that would involve making so much out of nothing. People would be suspicious. How could I possibly hide out?
The policeman.
I stopped in my tracks. He was close by. He might've followed my slipper prints. Yes. This policeman could contribute to my new identity.
He was still very far away. I jumped down from the wall and quickly restored my kimono. I transformed my Chinese shoes into slippers and ran for a grass-surrounded tree. With a wave of my hand, I made my tracks disappear.
Just as I sensed, the policeman was close by. Moments later, he appeared in front of me and began looking around, oblivious to my presence. I made it easier for him and concentrated on him. Suddenly, he turned to me, looking at me through the shadows. He straightened himself and slowly walked to me. Now, to start my act...
"Why are you following me?" I asked him in a trembling voice.
He stopped when he was only a few inches away from me. This was an awkward position for me. Did he intend to do anything? If he did, I'd have no choice but to let him do, as he likes...
"I just want some answers," he said.
I looked up at him. I was only up to his shoulder, and he was so close to me. The closeness made me uneasy. I began to blush very deeply.
"To what?" I asked him, now trembling in real nervousness. Why was I acting like this? Was it because I knew that I couldn't do anything if he tried something?
The moonlight peered from behind the clouds. I saw his smile because he saw me blush. "To start, why has your face become so hot?" he asked.
I couldn't answer him because I couldn't answer myself.
"All right," he said, shrugging. "Let's try another question. Why are you considered a witch?"
I gulped. I felt thee inkling to answer him truthfully. But what do I owe him to do that? I shouldn't tell him! But I couldn't control myself in time.
"I am considered a witch," I started, "because I actually am one."