b Chapter 6/b
"Failed to exterminate Target"
Chichiro ran down the street holding his arm looking for cover.
What the hell was that...whats wrong with my arm?!
Chichiro then felt sharp pain in his leg, immediately tripping down onto the floor, he knew it would come...the shot.
"Target Locked, attempt two."
A big truck just then passed by, moving slowly. Chichiro immediately got on to his legs running to the corner getting himself out of sight from the sniper.
"Lost visual on target."
Chichiro then began to walk slowly down the street, clenching his right arm.
Could it be...the disease.
He then came to a sudden halt. The street's building's and stores cut off into a forest and a gate. There was a familiar small house down the road, he began to feel queasy. Chichiro then began to walk.
This is where I used to stay...back then...when I was removed...removed from my family,
Chichiro walked as the rain hit hard, his hair now completely wet going into his eyes, the gray sky going darker as he approached the house. He knocked no answer, by now he knew how to get in...through the other side using a hidden door. Chichiro walked around, remebering where he used to stray outside and play by himself. The pain on his arm started to disapate as he opened a metal door near the back of the house. Inside there were stairs leading down. Chichiro walked in without hesitation observing the house. He opened the door entering the house, all the same as it was so many years ago.
It's been a while...
Chichiro threw his coat onto the ground and fell on to the couch in the center of the room, all dusty. He closed his eyes putting his head into a pillow.
And here I am again... Now that I think about it...
The rain now settling down left an ambient sound through the room as the night fell, Chichiro slowly began to fall asleep.
"Sniff, Sniff...wheres Koko...wheres mommy...wheres daddy..."
The little Chichiro sat on the couch, it was winter and he put his arms in his shirt to stay warm as tears fell down his cheek. He was bruised all over after trying to return to his home many times then gave up...he stayed at the small house where the city didn't disease as his mom would say.
"Mommy...daddy...koko..."
The little Chichiro then heard his stomache growl, he had not eaten in days...Almost too exhausted to move. Suddenly he then heard the door shut. Curious of what it was the little Chichiro stood up walking towards the door, on the floor near the door lied some scattered snow and a metal tray of food.
"Food?"
Chichiro sat down eating quickly with his hands, after finished he smiled lieing on the floor.
"...Maybe mama...or papa..I knew they cared for me."
The days after Chichiro kept on recieving food tray's in the same place, but could never get a glimpse of who was giving the food. He one day decided to sit by the door staying there all day until the food came..Someone caring for him...meant the world to him. After sitting he soon dozed off, when waking up he was in the same place, the food tray at his feet. The next day the food never came but instead people did. The door opened letting in light. Two people walked into Chichiro's small home from the light, a father and a daughter. The father looked as if he was in his 40's with a daughter about the same age as himself, 7. They stood at the door as the light flooded in, Chichiro shielded his eyes looking at the outlines of the people near the door. She had a big wide smile on her face while the father pointed his hand towards Chichiro, signaling him to come. Chichiro stood up walking towards, the door in the light. The father then spoke quietly.
"Little Chichiro, we've heard much about you...welcome to the family."
The little girl then laughed waving at Chichiro.
"Hehe...Chichi, chichi!"
The father embraced Chichiro into his arms and lifted him up.
"Chichiro, my name's Nemor...and her name is Yana...We will be your new family now."
...New family...new family...what about the old...there is no old...the new is better...a milestone...a good that came out of bad...an oasis..
Chichiro's memory then switched to a later time, himself.. in his late teens standing by Yana, she was in tears.
"Please...don't...don't leave."
His memory switched out again to Kokoro in tears.
"Please...don't...don't leave."
His memory then switched out to both families going in and out...then a handgun, a bloody handgun. At this moment his eyes slowly opened. Chichiro woke up in the room, he slowly got up rubbing his eyes. His coat fell off the coutch as he noticed someone put it on top of himself to keep him warm during the night. He then noticed an old lady to his side, a lady using the stove not far form the coutch. She looked at him with a smile on her face. She then spoke,
"Good morning?'
