Chapter 5

"He's left the building."

"Can you confirm it?"

"I have visual."

"Alright, move in."

"Understood."

The cell phone then shut, as the man peering through binoculars stood up. He turned around and walked forword, ambulence sirons going off in the distance.

The streets were not always quiet in Tokyo, rather loud in fact...cars zipping by every now and then, but more or less always moving. Chichiro zipped through the streets while blasting music even though not listening to it. He then pulled over at a certain street, getting out without even parking correctly. The sky was gray as usual, typical drizzle during the spring season .Chichiro pulled up his coat collars placing his hands in his pockets. He pulled out a pack of ciggarettes and a lighter, placing one cigarette in his mouth. He cupped his hands around the cigarrette, lighting it from the bottom then placing the lighter back into his pocket as he began to walk down the street.

"Geez...I always did hate this street.."

The raining went harder as Chichiro picked up his pace, the stores all closed around him. He bagan to approach a certain store. Chichiro knocked on the glass after rubbing his hands together for warmth and puffing out some smoke. The sign on the door readclosed as a woman in her 20's approached the door pointing towards the sign, but then she stopped, her eyes widened as she realized who was standing there. Chichiro tossed away his cigarette.

"Hola seniorita."

Chichiro waved, putting on a smile as the lady behind the door stood shocked, Chichiro then knocked again and the lady behind slowly opened she then stopped walking away bursting into tears. Chichiro entered, locking the door shut. He took off his coat placing it on the hanger to his side as the ambient sound of rain hitting the window spread through the darkish gray room.

"Kokoro...I know you'll never forgive me but I have to say i'm sorry. I never thought I'd be back here again."

Kokoro took a seat still crying, she put her hands on her face then slowly lowered them.

"Yeah your right...your not the person to come back and care for your sister... Your not even a brother to me anymore."

"I told you...i'm sorry, there was nothing I could do..."

Chichiro approached his sister slowly, then spoke.

"Kokoro...I need something.."

Kokoro then looked up at Chichiro, she wiped away her tears.

"Yeah that's why you would come here, because you need something...thats the only reason you would..foolish of me."

"Kokoro..."

"Just...just shutup! Take what you need and go."

Chichiro then walked to the right of where she was sitting, near a desk, he pulled out the desk cabinet and searched through documents. He took most of them out. Kokora glanced at him as Chichiro began to walk out, stuffing the documents behind his coat. Chichiro then stopped by Kokoro.

'I truly am sorry...thank you...thank you for everything."

Kokora glared at Chichiro, bursting with anger from his apology.

"No, your not truly sorry, and you'll never be,"

Chichiro kept on walking towards the door as Kokoro spoke.

"There is no sorry for you not even giving a shit about me."

Chichiro took another step.

"After mom and dad left us, you still didn't give a shit!"

Chichiro then stopped, a pissed look now on his face as he turned around, pointing at his sister.

"I didn't give a shit...I didn't give a shit...mom and dad leaving us. Mom and Dad never cared for me, they wanted to get rid of me when I was born, being born with that disease..."

Kokoro looked shocked again, her eyes wide open as she put her hands in front of her mouth.

"...but they couldn't till it actually affected me, by the age of seven I was kicked out from the house after being treated like shit the whole 7 years, not even able to go near you...you know how that feels!"

Kokoro began crying with her hands still in front of her mouth.

"...I was kicked out into the street and picked up and raised by strangers, they didn't even care to put me into an orphanage. You...I tried to interact with you the whole time I was little, but whenever I would get near you I would be scolded, beaten...ofcourse not in front of your eyes."

Kokoro remembering all of this slightly closed her eyes

"...When I was being raised by strangers all I could think about was my sister and where's mommy and daddy. As I grew older I tried to find you, but when I did you treated me the same way as you did know..I wanted to tell you...tell you the truth during that time I visited you...the time when they died...mom and dad. I...I can't even speak anymore..."

Kokoro couldn't say a word...she sat quitely as the sound of the rain hitting the window spread through the room in the stillness. Chichiro glared at Kokoro then turned around fiercely and opened the door, walking out into the gray skied and rainy street. Chichiro walked slowly down the street, now bringing back memories of his childhood. Suddenly, his right arm began to go into sudden pain. To his right he saw a large building across the street, his eyes beamed up ontop.

Sniper…

Chichiro quickly stepped forword, a shot blasted onto the stone wall leaving a big dent, if he did not get out of the way, his right arm would of took the shot.