Relative Insanity

Kanako looked up at the huge wrought iron gates and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the upcoming challenge. After months of searching she'd finally tracked them down. She couldn't stop now. She reached forward and pushed the button on the intercom.

"Yes?" asked a voice

"I'm Urashima Kanako," she answered.

"Oh! Please come in. Everyone's waiting."

As the gates swung open Kanako braced herself and went to meet her birth family.


Kanako stared at the man who was apparently her biological father in disbelief.

"What is that on his head?" she asked, but no-one heard her. The man was ranting on about his work in a manner that suggested employing him had been a grievous error of judgement on someone's part. Her newfound siblings had both rushed outside when their servant – a diminutive man who was no more rational than anyone else living in the house – had said something about a girl passing by outside. Kanako had gone with them to see what all the fuss was about and had been astonished by their behaviour. Astonished and unimpressed. Her brother and sister had both seemed a little odd, but she hadn't realised that he was a molester of women and she was irrationally violent. After knocking her 'brother' (already she was using the word with distaste) out on general principles she'd gone back inside. The strange girl looked to be able to handle her sister. Being inside the house wasn't much better. Kanako was already wishing that the adoption agency had made a mistake, though she knew they hadn't.


Eventually she was able to make her excuses and leave. Fortunately none of them had thought to ask how to contact her. She suspected it wouldn't be too long before they forgot about her altogether. That was the only good thing to come out of this. Standing outside the same gates she'd walked through less than an hour before, Kanako gave the mansion one last, long look before turning away.

What might have been . . .

But hadn't been, for which she was extremely grateful.

Those people are freaks! Kanako thought as she walked down the street. Thank god I was raised as Urashima Kanako instead of Kuno Kanako.


Author's Notes

Admit it, this would explain everything.