At last, I have updated this story! Now, I want to give time to writing. Since life is a series of choices, not chances, I choose to write and explore more in this field. I am open for criticisms. I hope you enjoy guys. :) Let us all stay tuned to Misaki's life as a part of a gang.
The morning was bright with little touches of clouds. Misaki woke with body pains all over. She seem exhausted and worn out from what happened the night before. Everything was a taste of success until it turned to be a complete failure. It would have taken seconds more to succeed but the millisecond of doom came. Misaki sighs as she remembers the guy who ruined everything. She keeps on balling her fist. The day was bright but for Misaki, it's upsetting.
Misaki passed through the boisterous room where the other gang members gathered. Most of them talked and laughed aloud like nothing happened.
"Misaki-neechan!" Rin called as she notices Misaki's unsmiling face. "Are you feeling ok?"
"Of course!" Misaki pretended to be fine. "I should be asking that question to you. How are you Rin?"
"I'm fine! Sometimes we fail, but most of the time we win! Why would yesterday bother me?" She answered cheerily.
"That's good. Keep your spirits high, girl!" Misaki forced a smile and tapped Rin's shoulders.
Misaki continued walking as she hides her real feelings from the group. Most of their operations were successful and calls for a celebration. But last night was a huge failure. The lives of her comrades were at stake and the very scene she saw, Rin being strangled and Leo unconscious on the floor, disturbs her peace of mind. These are the times where Misaki questions what they were doing. Is it really worth it? Do I really want to live like this? A world where we fight cruelty with the same brutal tactics? Right now, she doesn't know.
Misaki walks along the street to calm her mind when she saw a child sitting and leaning on the wall of an abandoned building. He is around 7 years old. His legs are stretched and a notebook is on his lap. The boy was obviously writing and Misaki was intrigued. A dirty kid interested with writing? Wow. Misaki called the attention of the child.
"Hey, what are you writing?" Misaki was fascinated.
The kid looked puzzled with the intrusion. "I'm writing the alphabet".
Misaki took a glimpse of his work. A series of ABC's were written on the paper, only, some letters are mirrored. Like Bb is written Bd. Still, Misaki was amused.
"Did your mom get you those stuff?"
"Huh? No. A rich snotty brat threw his things while having tantrums. I thought it would be a waste if I don't pick it up. Look, it's a complete set! I have a notebook, pencils, sharpener, and crayons." The kid showed his new stuff proudly.
"Wow. That's great! And I can see you're doing great with letters. How about I teach you numbers?"
"Numbers? I think that's easy. I can already count until 50."
Misaki was amused with the kid. She started to teach him to write the numbers and number into words. She wrote guides so the kid can easily rewrite. Time passes and no one seems to get bored. The kid is a fast learner and Misaki is a good tutor.
"Wow. I never thought I could learn until a hundred" The kid looked so amazed.
"You're a fast learner, kid. You're so good at this." She smiled.
"Can you teach me once again?"
"Sure, I can teach you to read."
"Read! Yes, please teach me how to read! Will you meet me tomorrow? Same time?" the kid was excited. "What's your name, neechan?"
"Sure, I'll teach you! I'm Misaki. You?"
"I'm—"
The kid didn't finish his sentence. A bulky man appeared and lifted the child by his dirty collar which hanged him uncomfortably. Misaki's eyes widened.
"You filthy thief, why are you using my son's stuff?" he forcefully pinned the kid on the wall. The kid was hurting and struggling. "Do you realize the weight of your crime?"
The kid can't do anything but cry and whine. He can't breathe properly. Then, the bulky man threw him on the sidewalks leaving the skinny child with grazes.
"Choose your path, kid. I'll send you to the police and get tortured to death or you'll work as our slave, pay for what you stole and seek forgiveness for your crime." The kid was crying nonstop and was unable answer. The man grew impatient and kicked him, "ANSWER! YOU SON OF A…."
The man flew few feet away. Misaki gave him a raging kick on the face. She was furious. She was dismayed with the level of animosity these filthy humans can get. Slavery to pay for school items? What the hell is with these twisted people? HOW CRUEL CAN THIS WORLD GET?
Misaki took the opportunity to run with the child. She took his shaking hand and made a fast run for it. The kid was stumbling but Misaki kept their speed up. The man has guards with him. They need to get away fast. Faster… Faster… Don't think of anything but to leave this place fast. Misaki turned to see the kid, "Come on, we're nearing our hideout.. Let's do thi-". She stopped. She felt the kid got heavier and everything turned slowmo as she heard that loud and deafening echo of a gun. "BANG!" The kid was shot at the back, he dropped and the blood dripped all over. Misaki felt her lungs about to explode.
"OH PLEASE, NOOO!" Her eyes was raging with emotions. "PLEASE NO" The next thing heard was the continuous shots of the gun targeted to her. She was petrified and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. The enemy was nearing but she's unable to move and think. She tries to carry the child, blood all over her hands. "Come on kid, please. Come on" the heat of the tears covering her face. She tries her best but she can't do anything at all. Not in this situation.
The enemies almost reached her when a green-haired guy pulled her wrist and carried her on his muscular shoulders. "Please don't. I need to save him. PLEASE! Don't leave him!" She resisted but the guy held her hard and moved her out of the scene. The guy was fair and tall with golden eyes. A friend. Tora saved the miserable Misaki.
Wow, that's dramatic. Don't worry this ain't a drama. Things will continue in a way I hope you can't predict heh ;) Thank you, guys!