"Dad!" Riku cried sitting up. He looked around his inhabitance and leaned his head back. "It was just a dream." He said. He looked out to the east and saw that the sun was rising. "I must get going." He said. He jumped out of the tree were he slept and floated down to the ground. He threw his cloak around him and adjusted his hood and continued on his journey.
It's been nine years since his parents were killed and the memory of that night haunted his dreams. How his father fought bravely and ended up decapitated. How his mother took his place in his stead and died as well. And the thought of his unborn younger brother or sister. He had little respect for Shispon for he was going to spare his mother until the baby was born but the other man wouldn't see to that so he killed her.
He hugged his cloak around him to shield his skin from the burning sun. He walked out of the forest into the open meadows. He sauntered across the fields for a while thinking of the dreadful night that ruined his life. He cringed at the fact that his grandparents and his closest friends were dead. He often thought of his old friend Akira: Goten's son. They had been best friends like Trunks and Goten when they were kids. After he gathered the nerve to leave his parents, he went to Goten's house. Valise and Goten lay in their bed brutally slaughtered. They were in a pool of blood and the room smelt of burnt flesh. He ran out of that room and into Akira's. Akira's room was untouched. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. His bed was made, toys poured out of his closet, and there was not a sign of blood or death anywhere in that room. So Riku gave hope that his friend was still alive.
Riku stopped. He turned his head to a whole in the forest wall. He stared at it in wonder. "Should I go?" He asked himself aloud. "It could be a trap." He laughed at himself. "No one stands a chance against me." He said haughtily. Curiosity got the best of him and he went owards it. The stepped onto a dirt path and pressed forward. It eyes wandered around. It was like a beautiful sanctuary. Birds sang merrily and a creek ran by with crystal clear water. The grass surrounding the trees was a healthy shade of green. The trees provided cool shade from the scorching sun. Riku bowed his head and continued. The path widened and came into a meadow. Riku lifted his head and saw a luxurious beautiful big house. It was two stories, four counting the basement and the attic. It was painted white with pale green shutters. Lacy curtains flowed out of the windows with the cool autumn breeze. Next to the house was an attached garage with an expensive, jet black business car in the drive way. The dirt path stopped and lead to a cobble stone walk way that lead up to the house's porch. On the porch were gorgeous wild flowers and small trees. On the left of the porch was a ghost white swing that could probably fit four people. Next to it was a white wicker chair and a wicker table with fine china on top of it. His eyes strayed up to the wide double French doors.
"It's been a while," he sighed. He walked up to the door and stared at the handles. He reached out his hand and placed it on the handle. Half his mind told him to walk away and the other half told him to go in. He gave in and opened the door. He stepped inside and a tear fell from his eye. Home. Where he was raised. Where he and his parents lived, and where he and his parents suffered the greatest obstacle of their lives. He stepped inside and wandered around the house. It was well kept. There was no dust or mold anywhere. He smiled. His mother never approved of a dirty house and cleaned it four times a day. He believed his mother still cleaned it till this day.
Memories flooded back to him. He went into the living room and stopped. The fine soft cream couches were still looking as if they were brand new. The mint green carpet had no stains whatsoever on it at all. The fireplace stood tall and proud in its place. Upon the mantle, pictures of him as a baby and young child filled up all of the space. The black plasma television hung on the wall with huge speakers all around it. The glass coffee table had scuff marks on it from the times him and his father kicked up their feet and watched TV together. His mom would shake her head at their interest in those stupid and mind killing shows. But no matter how much she disapproved of it, she always wound up watching and laughing along with them.
He turned around and walked through a swinging door and into the kitchen. Some of his best memories were in the kitchen. Especially at Christmas time. He'd run into the kitchen and start tugging on his mother's pant leg.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He would cry. "Santa's coming t'night. He needs his cookies!"
She would laugh softly at him and hand his a plate of soft delicious sugar cookies and he would run into the living room and place them by the tree. Kai would bring out a mug full of milk and place it by the platter. He would jump up and down in excitement in anticipation for the upcoming morning. Then his father would come downstairs from his study and scoop Riku up in his arms. They would each have on of the cookies and let Riku open one of his presents. It was usually one that meant the most to him.
His eyes scanned the beautiful kitchen. His mother and Grandmother would cook a storm up in there. His mouth watered at the thought of their cooking. "The finest chefs in the world." His father would say. "That's why I married your mother."
He left the kitchen and went outside to the back. The porch was smooth painted wood with Christmas lights along the top for parties and special occasions. He stepped off of the porch and went into the large yard. There was a tall white brick fence that kept the forest and other unwanted creatures out. The grass was so soft and green. His father took great pride in his yard and mowed it every single week. Over in the west end of the yard, was a nice big pool and Jacuzzi. In the pool were decorative lilies and lily pads. It was in the shape of a large kidney bean and had a large running waterfall in the north-east end of it. He remembered one time when he and Akira were swimming. Trunks and Goten were talking about the last sports game of their favorite teams and Valise and Kai were on the porch just talking. Riku thought it would be fun to climb on top of the waterfall and jump in. He was only five at the time and he had trouble getting up there. Akira watched his friend and scratched at his water wings. Riku fell down once he hit the summit and peered over the side. He stood up carefully and looked down. He got a little nervous but approached the edge. He tripped over his foot and fell in and his water wings fell off. He began to sink to the bottom. Akira was freaked out and began to cry. Kai and Valise were the first to notice for Trunks and Goten got into a huge argument.
"Trunks! Riku!" Kai shouted to Trunks. Trunks stopped yelling at Goten and saw bubbles coming up from where Riku was. He ran and dove into the pool and quickly brought a very scared Riku to the surface. Valise fished Akira out and got him to stop crying. Once Riku had calmed down Kai yelled at him to never do something like that again. He agreed and Kai set him down on the grass to play with Akira. She then turned to Trunks and released hell on him.
Riku laughed at that memory. He never saw his father cower before and he never saw his mother so angry in his life. He shook that memory off for it would only bring back pain.
He walked back into the house and went upstairs. He automatically went to his bedroom door. He looked at all of the signs and laughed. "My hand writing was atrocious." He said. He opened the door and let out a cry. It was just as he left it all those years ago. There was the two black piles of ash in the same place, the blood stains of his parents, the blood stains on the walls. He walked inside the hell hole and was careful where he stepped. He remembered the short man and Shispon. His blood boiled at what they had down to him and his parents. He went over to where he took shelter in his mother's arms and then later saw her death. Something shiny caught his eye and he looked over in its direction. It was the orb his mother gave him. He picked it up and hugged it close to his heart.
"Mom," he whispered. He looked at it carefully. It was a glass ball with a shining moving light inside of it. The longer he looked at it, the brighter it became. He ran his thumb across it and the light turned red. The orb grew hot and changed from red to purple to black and back to white. "What is it?" He asked hoping to hear an answer from his mother. All he heard was the gentle breeze outside. He kissed it and tucked it into his pocket and left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
He walked to his parent's room. He knocked softly on the door. He hoped he would hear his mother's sweet voice saying to come in. Nothing again. So he cracked open the door and popped his head in. He bit his lip and shut it again. He didn't want to disturb anything in there. He thought it was a blessing that it was all in perfect condition so he didn't wasn't to ruin any of it.
He shut the door and leaned back against it. "Why did they leave me?" He cried. His sadness turned into anger. "Answer me damn it! Why did you guys leave me? Why did you leave me to this cruel world without guidance?" He fell to his hands and knees and let tears fall from his face. He struggled back to his knees and wiped the tears away. He stopped himself from shaking and slowly raised his head. He saw a door that he never noticed before. He went over to it cautiously. He put his hand on the door and had a good mind to just go away. If he never noticed it before there might've been a good reason why he didn't notice it. His parents probably wouldn't want him in there anyway. What if his parents would be mad at him if he went in? What if something his parents never intended him seeing was n there? But what if there was something in there that his parents wanted him to have? He bit his lip and wondered if he should go in. A cold wind blew his hood off and swirled around him and went down to his hand. He opened the door and shut his eyes. He was afraid to open them. He reached for the door handle so he could close the door but something tripped him and he fell to his face. The cold wind brushed over him again. The wind blew across his face and a tear was blown away. "Mom…?" Riku whispered. The wind blew over him again and disappeared.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw large bookcases aligned against on of the walls. The bookcases stretched up to the ceiling. Books were neatly on the shelves. Across from the books was a sleek black couch with blood red pillows and on each side. Riku walked inside and examined the books. Many of them were written in a foreign language that he could easily read. He came across one a medical book and took it from the shelf. He took it off and thumbed through the pages. "There's everything in here." He breathed. He backed up to leave and bumped into a table. He spun around and a saw hand crafted, dark cherry oak desk. It was fine and smooth and had a lot of papers and forms on it. A green light caught his attention and he looked up. "The computer?" He wondered. "It can't still work after all of these years.' He looked under the desk and saw that no cords were in the outlet. He looked at the computer again and it was on. A chill ran down his spine and he spun around. Nothing was there. He turned back around to the computer. The screen saver was black with a logo in the center of it. The logo was an encircled small 'C' inside of a lager 'C'. Underneath it was the words 'Capsule Corp.' He stared at it in wonder and knocked into the mouse. The screen saver disappeared and showed the desktop. Riku backed away from it and froze. Tears fell from his face as he gazed upon the desktop. It was……his parents.
It was a blown up picture of him and his parents standing in front of their house when they first bought it. His father was smiling happily. His was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with a blue bandana tied around his neck. His arm was around his beautiful mother's shoulder. She had her head rested on Trunks's shoulder. Her sapphire eyes shined and her shoulder length silver hair flowed with the gentle breeze. Her skin was as pale as Riku's and it shone brilliantly in the sun.
His eyes fell on a bundle cradled in his mother's arms. It was…….him: him as a baby. He had dark lavender hair and a chubby round face. His sapphire eyes threw the camera a look of attitude showing that he did not want to be there. His ears weren't as pointed as they are now. His ears resembled that of a humans'. They all looked so happy together. Two tears streamed from his face and landed on the desk.
"I love you, Mom…Dad." He kissed his fingers and placed tem on the screen. He took one final look at it and turned to leave. Before he could get out of the door, the wind picked up and blew him back. "What?" He cried. It went passed him and flipped through the pages in the medical book he was looking at it. It walked over to it and picked it up. "You want me to have it?" He asked. The wind stirred his hair and disappeared. He smiled and put the book in his bag and left.