Chapter 4 part 1, revised.

Yvette: Age 19

This is a new and improved rewrite of a chapter that I wrote when I was a young girl. I have ripped it out and burned the pages forever, Now that I am of age, I can finally hold a conversation as an adult. I added this in a few days ago, so if you get confused, the story will all unfold as you keep reading.

Mika is my mother. She is not my mom. I have never net Mika, and I will not ever want to know where, or why she and my father share me, when he so clearly loved Ayame (My mom) enough to give me to her so that she would raise me. I never understood how Ryusaki would do this to me, and a part of me would never be able to forget this had ever happened, but I ran away after that.

I ran as far away as I could, but It was never ever far enough to know that He would never come after me. It was so long ago, I think I was about 10 when I ditched, and I was on my own for a few years, which showed me that he either didn't care, or wasn't as good as he claimed to be.

Ryusaki found me when I was 13. Honestly, I don't think he was really trying anymore, considering it had been so long. I had my own little building that was abandoned, but the city was too lazy to tear it down. I had worked in a produce stand outside of it in exchange for food, so that there was no paper trail, and it also saved time of opening up a bank account and cashing checks. There were charity places that gave out clothes and cases of water. So honestly, with how young I was, I wasn't doing too badly. I had to grow up fast when it was just me, and I never really knew that it was a lot of work.

I thought of him all the time, but I don't know why. He wanted to send me back. He was going to send me away from my home, and he didn't really care, at least that was what I thought. My so called father hid my mother from me, pretty much said he wasn't ready for me, and after 2 years, hasn't seemed to look for me, at least not too well. I was only a half a block away the whole time.

I walked past the house everyday, but I wasn't that same as I was, my hair was now straighter with bangs, and a million punk rocker blond highlights. My clothes looked like I had just come from Madonna's garage sale, but honestly, I liked it. Ripped jeans, leather jackets, band shirts that hugged my newly found curves just enough to show them off, and the combat boots. OH THE COMBAT BOOTS! My absolute favorite thing that I have ever owned in my entire life! Everything I would wear, pretty much had it's own words, and those words were 'Don't mess with me.'

Parts of me wanted to knock on the door every single time I walked past that house for 2 years, but I couldn't. I was a new person, and if he hated me then, why would he want me now. I was different. I was never ever going to be the little girl that he had for a while. I was now a pre-teen without a clue.

One day, I was earning my keep at the fruit stand. I saw many upon many customers and I would be putting on my fake smile for all of them and pretending to be the happy girl that they would see. It was a slow day in the market, and I would be placing produce on the shelves, making sure the bruises were in the back. My day was interrupted by an elderly man in a black suit. He would come by everyday to buy berries and a pack of pocky, even though I only kept a few boxes for him. I never paid much attention, but today out of all days, he shows up right before my shift was over.

"Good afternoon, Miss Mika." He would say. (OHHH YEAH! I forgot about that, I had changed my name in order to stay a little more camouflaged. Obviously it wasn't a good choice to use my mother's name, but it worked for a few years.) I was walking out from behind the stand, apron off, and hair still up in a pony tail.

"How are we today?"

I looked at him and just tried to walk away, tears in my eyes, and my face was as red as a strawberry. I picked up my backpack and walked away with my daily keep.

"Happy Birthday, Yvette."

I stopped in my tracks. How did that man know…How could he possibly…unless he…

"It has been a long time since we met, Miss Yvette."

I turned around, and all I could do was sob. Watari was the man who came to see me every day. That must have meant that HE knew where I was too, and after 2 years, he never came for me. My own father really didn't want me even on my birthday.

"I am not going back!" I said to him. I tried to hide the fact that my eyes were puffy red.

"Well, hello to you too. I haven't seen you in 2 years and this is how you say hello?" He laughed at me. I was confused. "Sweetheart, I have missed you terribly."

"I am doing good on my own, and if you knew where I was, why didn't you come after me?" I screamed.

He had no answer for it for a moment. He was just as surprised as I was. He didn't exactly know what to say, but he wouldn't stop until I went home. It wasn't going to happen. I was not going to be anywhere I wasn't wanted.

"Forget this!" I screamed, and ran back to my building as fast as I could. He ran after me s fast as he could, but his old bones couldn't keep up. I lost him easily by running around the building in a few back allies. 'Apparently, the Lawliets were not as smart as they claim to be….' Said the girl who spoke too soon, as she walking into her building and got to her room on the top floor, where she saw her 'grandfather' standing right in the room.