Sorry for the 27 years worth of wait, i havent been able to get to a computer with internet. But now I'm back in school and able to load my documents here, so You'll be reading alot more now. Usagi, thanx for the reveiws, hope to hear more from ya. Sarah...CONTACT ME! You know my email, so contact me. I want to speak with you, though there is no subject, just to simply speak.Also, Sarah, if you want to be my editor (for my other stories, of course)

Ok, well this oneisnt one of the best...but the story does get beter (I've written 19 chapters so far) so stay tuned folks.

Chapter 4: Childhood and Prison Bars

We ran down random alleys, knocking down trashcans and whatever else we could behind us. Yomiko was yelling at me to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't want it to happen, not again. Forcing me to let go she stopped and demanded, "WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? WHY DON'T YOU TRUST THE POLICE TO DO THEIR JOB?"

I turned to her, grabbed her by the wrists and softly replied, "Do you know what it is…to be chased by police for something you didn't do?"

"What do you mean?" she asked as I let go of her wrists and turned away from her.

"…17…"

As I said, when I was 17 I got revenge on my aunt and her two children, but I didn't say what happened during and after. I told her this story, and now I will tell you.

After having perfected my folding powers to a certain degree I began to devise a plan so my aunt and cousins would never bother again. It was simple: I would simply sit in the living room as they watched television and, armed with a backpack full of paper, I would fold cages around the three of them. Then while they were trapped I would break all of their belongings and then slap them around. After I would just leave, keeping them inside the paper cages until the paper finally became weak and fell apart. Not much of a plan, I admit it, but I didn't want to do any serious harm to them, they were, after all, family.

I executed my plan, leaving them helpless in the cages for hours. But what I didn't expect was that they would find a way to get me back.

Around that time in Japan there was a notorious murder that had been named the Phone Cord Murderer, that strangled his victims to death with a phone cord; and my aunt called the police and pinned the blame on me. She told them that she discovered it in my journals, and when she confronted me about it I broke all of her valuables in her house and threatened to kill her. Not an hour after she alarmed the police I was arrested while walking down the streets of downtown Japan.

All sorts of false witnesses were immediately found and they all said the same thing. "Yes, that's the guy, I saw him running out of such-and-such house." Those liars, they hadn't even known me, the police just wanted to get rid of the Phone Cord Murderer case. They paid those people to officially claim that it was I that murdered those people. I was placed in jail and awaited a court date.

Shortly after I had been put in jail another murder had occurred of that like the Phone Cord Murderer. At first I was relieved because I thought that the police would immediately realize I wasn't who they were looking for, but as soon as the body had been found all sorts of theories came about. More than one, or Tetsuhiko is the boss, and there's a whole lot of them out there. My heart sank as all of these conspiracy theories were born, and I knew I was screwed; but then out of nowhere a police officer walked to my jail cell with a man by his side, and said that I was wrongly accused and free to go. I looked to the man next to the officer; it was Mr. Kim from Dokusensha.

I didn't see Mr. Kim again until I was 18, when he offered me a job at Dokusensha.

Of coarse I didn't tell Yomiko about Dokusensha, I was told that I couldn't tell anyone.

Yomiko seemed surprised by the story, that the police would do anything like that. She shook her head, "that isn't right, what they did to you. I understand why you don't trust them now…but still, we should-"

"Get out of here," I said. Reluctantly she agreed and we fled away from there as fast as we could.

We returned to Jinbo-Cho an hour later, Yomiko walking at my side as she guided me to her home. She had been quiet, wondering when the next of the tribe would strike. I too wondered, but I had other things on my mind, like what should I do about Yomiko. I needed to protect her, even if she was much powerful than myself.

Convinced that I had to do something to protect her I turned to her and said, "Stay at my house. I'll make sure your safe…"

She seemed shocked by this, as if what I had said seemed misinterpreted. "Listen Tetsuhiko, I don't know what you're thinking, but-"

"No, you don't understand, we need to protect each other. There's a whole tribe of those people looking for us and there's only two of us; if we turn our separate ways, who knows what will happen. They could strike as we sleep, or they could attack in large groups. We have to stay with each other for protection. When I said 'stay at my house' I meant so that I could protect you, not try to force you into bed with me," she blushed as I said that. "Come on Yomiko, they're looking for us, and we need to stay as far away from public as we can."

"Alright," she said in agreement. "But we stay at my home. Its less likely to be attacked where I live."

"Oh? And where do you live?" I asked.

"In a house that's on top of a building."

We walked down Jinbo-Cho, towards the building that I had visited earlier. I remembered the little house that was on the roof of the old place, but I didn't think that was where she lived. It was funny, she lived in an apartment building yet her home was on it's roof. I laughed.

She turned and smiled, "what? What is it?"

"You live on top of an apartment building instead of inside of it."

She laughed, "Oh its not an apartment building though."

"Than what is it?"

"You'll see…" she replied and took me by the wrist. She opened the door of the building and I saw what she meant. There were books everywhere, piles and piles of books, and to the side of the door was her suitcase. There were rooms that were filled, and even the elevator had books stacked inside of it. I was amazed.

She grabbed a book from a pile, my book, and led me through the jungle of books, being careful not to trip on any of the piles. We walked up a few staircases and eventually ended up on the top of the building. It was too dark for me to see the details of the roof, but the view was something worth seeing. Stepping away from Yomiko I looked out to the city, I never really looked at the city during the night, but this view was grand.

Grabbing my hand she motioned to the house. We went towards her home, and she opened the door and turned the light on via a switch. This place too was filled with books and periodicals, more than I had in my home. There were bookshelves, a bed with a metal frame, a telephone, a clock above it that didn't have the correct time, a window with an air conditioning unit above it, a post-board for reminders, a sink with a mirror above it, but no kitchen, and a door that likely led to a bathroom.

"Nice place," I said.

"Liar," she exclaimed as she closed the door behind her and turned to me. "Well, since were both here, why don't we finish that book." She moved to her bed and sat on the side of it, patting the surface in the gesture that invites someone to sit next to them. Happily, I sat next to her and opened the book to where I had left, and pointed to the exact paragraph. She smiled, "wow, this is exactly where I left off."

I laughed, "well then, why don't we read then?" She agreed and turned her head down. I sat next to her, shoulder to shoulder; it felt so nice to be so close to a woman like her. I looked over her shoulder and read, the words echoing through my mind. Tom entered the house on top of the gloomy hill, his flashlight in hand. Nothing could have prepared him for what was to happen next. The door crept open as he…