III

III

The operation room

--Lalala…Sooo, what have we got?...—The doctor was crooning some melody while he was examining the body on the operation table.—Wow, you are really bad injured, son. Lets see what we can do…--He began to take off Oburi's T-shirt, well, he just cut it.—Good hole! You know, you are lucky, no, really. The bullet came only in some millimeters away from your heart. And you know what does it mean?—the doc grinned and taped the patient at the arm,—It means that someone loves you. Haha, young rouge. You know I had a girlfriend too,--he thought deeply, then he smiled. He looked like he remembered something.—Yes I had a girlfriend maybe 50 years ago. I was 24 and she was 18. Ooooh, that was the girl. She was a fire.—Doctor bent closer to Oburi and whispered,-- But this is between us, deal?—Then he stood up and almost shouted,--I'll give you back to your princess if you be a good boy…

If you be a good boy…

If you be a good boy…

If you be a good boy…

If you be a good boy………………

--Mama, can I have this toy?—a little boy was staring at a teddy bear behind the shop window.

--If you promise me to be a good boy I will buy it,--a young woman knelt beside the boy and said it rubbing his cheek with her hand.

--Of course I will, mama,--the boy's eyes lit up when he saw a smile on his mother's pale face.

--Alright. I believe you,--they entered the shop.

--Thank you, mama,--the little boy took the toy from his mother's hands and hugged it.

--Not at all, dear. Do you remember your promise?—The woman looked at the boy, a brief smile on her lips.

--Yes, I will be good and obedient,--the boy said proudly.

--Ok, now let's go home,--she said laughing at the look of her son.

The boy took mother's hand and was holding the teddy bear in the other hand. They began their way to their apartment.

--Oburi, dear, can you go to the store and buy some ice-cream?—the woman handled the money to him.

The boy's eyes sparkled when he heard the name of his favourite delicacies. He took the money and ran downstairs.

--Oburi, you can leave your toy at home,--She said loudly so little Oburi could hear her.

--It's ok, mom,--that was all she could hear.

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--Mom, I'm back…--little Oburi entered the apartment, but nobody answered.—Mom, where are you?—He began to pace the rooms but there was nobody.

--Mama…--he entered the kitchen.—MOM!!—the bag that was in his hand fell on the flour. He ran to his mother and knelt beside her.—Mama, what happened? Wake up. Mama! Wake up!!—he was shaking her body that was lying on the flour. There was a bloody handkerchief in her hand.—Mama….—he hugged his mother's lifeless body and began to cry. The teddy bear was still in his hands…

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--She was ill. She had pulmonary tuberculosis. Even if she had came to the hospital a month ago we couldn't be able to help her. The disease was on its last stage.

Oburi was sitting in the corner of the kitchen and he was pressing the teddy bear to his chest. He heard everything that the doctors were saying. His eyes were red and moist, puffy.

--And what should we do to him?—one of the policemen pointed at Oburi.

--Well, we must take him to the orphanage. He had only his mother. We don't know anything about his father or other relatives. What's his name?—the other policeman explained.

--His name is Oburi. He is seven. Huh, if I were his mother I would never give him such a strange name.

--You must thank God that you are not his mother.

Both policemen laughed.

Oburi was still sitting in the corner of the kitchen and was staring at nowhere.

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--This is your new home, child,--and old lady took him by the hand and led him into the room where other children were. She closed the door after she left the room.

--Look at him, he wears new clothes… Oh, I guess his mother got tired of such a son and she sent him here,—one of the oldest boys, who was maybe 10 or 11 years old, said with contempt.

--It's a lie!—Oburi cried out,--How dare you speak about my mom in such tone! You don't know anything about us!

--Look he is going to cry,--it was true, little tears appeared in Oburi's eyes,--we don't need cry-babies here, right guys?

--RIGHT!—other children cried out altogether.

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--ALRIGHT!—the doctor cheered himself up when he saw a bullet in the body.—Noooooooow, everything is going to be brilliant!! Dr Figadzun is the best doc in the world, ooooh, yes, yes, YES!! I'm loving it. I love my job!—he said very contentedly as he was dancing near the operation table.

--Oh, come to papa, you are so beautiful, why should you stuck in someone's body? Oh, here you are, baby,—the doc brought the bloody bullet closer to his eyes and smiled with all his 27 golden teeth.

--Now, boy, you should be patient, we can't let you go with a hole in the chest, right? Oh, forgot to ask you, do you like beer?

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--Oburi!! Go and buy some beer! I want to drink!—the man was shouting in the room so Oburi could hear him.

--I won't go. You have already drunk 12 bottles. Enough,--Oburi came into the room and looked at the man who was sitting in the arm-chair in front of old TV-set.

The man turned his head and looked at Oburi with furious eyes.

--I guess, I told you something, didn't I?—he gritted his teeth.

--I'm not a boy anymore! I'm big enough to make my own decisions! And you are not my father!!—Those words were the last thing Oburi could say as the man got up from his arm-chair and looked at Oburi once more. The man was really tall, maybe 190 or 200 cm. He slowly began to approach to the boy. There was an empty bottle in his right hand. He stopped and broke the bottle so now he held a sharp peace of glass. He again looked at Oburi and ran to him with roar. The room was big enough so the boy tried to hide himself but before he could the man was already near. Oburi didn't know what to do. He made a quick glance at the corner of the room. There was a big window beside him and the drunk man in front of him. He jumped in the corner and the man broke the window and fell down with all the pieces of broken glass. His apartment was on the 8th floor so there was no chance for him to survive.

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--He is an orphan…again. Poor boy. I don't know why does Miss faith make him suffer. He is only 12.

The policemen were everywhere in the apartment.

--Mr Akia, sir, we found some pieces of broken bottle on the floor. We guess that the man wanted to harm the boy,--one of the policemen came to the officer.

--Yeah? Where is the boy?—asked the officer.

--He is in ambulance. He has a shock. Our specialists try their best to help him.

--Ok, I'll see him.

Officer Akia ran down stairs where the ambulance car was standing. He came in and looked at the boy.

--Hey, kid. What's happened?—he asked.

--It…It's not my fault. I…I……-his body was shaking.

--It's alright. Did he want to harm you?

--I…I don't know…He had a broken bottle in his hand…Do you believe me that it's not my fault?—the boy took the officer by the jacket and looked him into the eyes. The officer saw in the boy's eyes neither fear nor shock, he saw confidence. The boy wasn't crying he was just staring into the officer's eyes. The officer Akia made a mysterious grin.

--Of course. I believe you. It's not your fault.—He said in his smooth voice.

The boy let go of officer's jacket.

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--DONE!! Ooooooh, yes! Now everything you need now, boy, is to have some rest. I'm the greatest surgeon in the world!!—with those words the doc jumped in the air and made a "victory" sign.

--I'll call your princess, you know, she is quite hot…. Hahaha…--the doc left the room.

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--Where am I? Why is it so dark? It looks like I am in some room. But I cant see anything.

--O-b-u-r-i…..

--Who's there? Why are you whispering my name? How did you know my name? Answer!

--O-b-u-r-i…

--Agh, what was that for?—a bright light filed the room. Oburi saw a lot of shadows who had black hoods on their heads.

--Who are you?

--O-b-u-r-i….

--Stop calling my name!

The shadows slowly pointed at Oburi with their index fingers.

--M-u-r-d-e-r!...

--M-u-r-d-e-r!...

--M-u-r-d-e-r!!

--STOP IT!! I'm not!! Who are you?!

The shadows took off their hoods and Oburi saw all the persons that he had killed during all his life.

It can't be….No…You are all dead! It can't be! IT CAN'T BE!!

--M-U-R-D-E-R!!

Oburi fell on his knees, he was breathing hard, eyes widened, and he was staring at one point.

--They are all dead….it can't be.

Suddenly he remembered one face. His heart was almost stopped.

--S..a..w..a…, don't….leave…me………….

In the middle of the room Sawa appeared. She held her hands around her like she was shivering. Suddenly her eyes met his, the impression in her eyes was mixed with fear and pain. He noticed that she was a little younger than she was now, maybe 11-12. There was someone beside her. Oburi tried to clear his sight, there was a man who held his hand around the girl. Then Sawa began to transform into elder Sawa. And than he realized that that man was Akia. The grip around Sawa's body tightened. Her eyes were pleading to help her. Than all that nightmare began again. Akia ripped her clothes off and kissed her roughly. Oburi's eyes widened even more when he remembered everything that happened that night. She had been raped right in front of him on his eyes. And he couldn't help her that day. And the guilt rose in his heart, all this was because of him. She sacrificed herself because of him.

--Why?...—he whispered.—Why all these happen again? S…a…w…a—he reached his hand to touch her hand but failed because she disappeared.

--I must get out of here. But how?—he looked form side to side, the room was empty now. He shouted in the air:

--If someone hears me, please help! I must save her! I can't leave her now… I need her…….

Somewhere in the dark he saw a hand. It was stretched to take his. He didn't see who was there, but he took the hand and stepped towards the figure. Then he saw a bright light, I was so bright that he closed his eyes. And than he saw nothing……..

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--Hey girls, don't worry, he'll live,--said the doc stepping out from the operation room, a big grin on his face.

--I want to see him,--Sawa stood from the chair and headed to the door.

--Of course young lady, but I want to tell you that he hasn't come yet,--said the doc looking not at Sawa's face but staring at her legs.

Without turning to face him she opened the door and entered the room.

--Quite hot chick, ha?—the old man said turning to look at the woman.

--Whatever, I see that you are in good mood, therefore the operation has been made successfully.

--Oh. yeah, It was great. Anyway I better go home cause my favourite TV-show starts at 16:00 and now is 15:40. If you need me you know how to find me. Bye Nishi,--and the man left.

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A/N

Ah, read and review please. Is it worth of being continued?...