Hey, everyone!! XEDDDDDD!! Wish is back!! (Like I was ever gone!) Yes, I thought of this on my own! And it's not that amazing. (at least not to me.) I just do this as a hobby, but I want this as a job when I am older. I sent chapter one to the movie company already. XD but I'd like to thank you all for commenting and gving me support! I loves you all!! (btw, thanks for dealing with my spelling errors. I hate reading over my work. i will think too much and delete it.) So I got an editor. but i want to post everything up for you guys to see with the errors. Who wants to wait anyways?? but please leave some comments for me. I would so greatly appreciate it! But let's get started!

-Wysh

"Amane-San," Hayashi called to me.

It's been two days since the accident. Since my family's depart from this world. I have been staying in a hotel with Agent Hayashi Yukiko for the past two nights. I was nonstop crying. I hadn't eaten in two days either. I wasn't hungary. All I felt were cramps of guilt inside, stabbing at my heart, making me paralyzed.

I looked up from the ground at her gracious, sorrowful, young face that was blurred from tears. I rubbed my eyes and nodded slowly to tell her that she had my attention.

Agent Hayashi crouched down to my level and said in a caring voice that seemed rehersed, "I'm sorry, Amane-San." -she paused- "As you should know, you cannot live on your own. You-"

"Please," I begged, "anything but a foster home!"

Agent Hayashi's head shook a few times, "You'll be taken care of by a young couple. You'll have to go into the Witness Protection Program. If you say that the terrorist survived that plane crash then you need to be safe until we find him or her."

"Her," I corrected, my voice cracking. Oh, how I loathed her.

"Her," she said, "This couple is very nice. They are married and they also have another girl who is only a few years older than you that is in the Witness Protection Program. You won't be able to go back to your life before. We will have to say that everyone died on that plane, including yourself. Do you understand?"

I just nodded once. Of course I understood. Now I have to be "dead".

At that moment, Agent Matsuura walked into the small waiting room with a file held between his body and left arm.

"You'll be having a funeral and a memorial at Okinawa National Cemetary just like everyone else on that plane," Hayashi explained.

"Can I come?" I asked shakily and in a quiet voice.

"Of course not," Matsuura answered.

Me and along with Agent Hayashi looked up at him. Her gaze was understanding, but mine was questioning. Who says I can't go to my own funeral?

"You're saying I can't go to my own funeral?" I asked, still in a shaky, hesitant voice.

"Friends will recognize you," Hayashi said, backing Matsuura up.

"This is for my family too!" I argued. No way was I going to lose this one.

"And when your friends and neighbors see you there, they will be scared and gape," Matsuura replied.

I said nothing.

"Please, understand," Hayashi begged, standing straight up and walking to Matsuura, "Are the Suzuki's here?"

"Yes, they are right outside," Matsuura answered.

"All of them?" Hayashi asked.

"Yes, even Elizabeth-San," Matsuura said.

"Good," Hayashi said with a gentle nod, "I'll take Amane-San out to meet them."

I looked up at the sound of my name.

Agent Hayashi turned to me and gave me a gentle smile. I stood up. I knew I was going to meet someone.

"Follow me, Amane-San," Hayashi said.

"See you soon," Matsuura said.

I didn't say anything. I wouldn't. He wouldn't let me go to my own funeral. MY funeral! It's not like people get to go to their own funerals. Plus, I'm curious. How can you do a funeral without a body? That just doesn't seem very possible. I don't know. But one things straight. I'm going to that funeral.

Hayashi led me out the door and into a long, narrow hall that had a wall of glass that overlooked the city of Osaka.

At the end of the hall, stood three people. Two looked to be in their thirties and the other one looked like a teenager. As I walked closer, I realized that the older woman had long, dark brown hair and a very plump face. She was very short and petite, kind of like my mom. The man beside her was very tall, muscular, and looked to be kind by the way his facial expression was. The teenager was a few years older than I and was American. Her hair is long, straight, and blondish brown with hints of red. Her skin was pale and her eyes are lightish green or blue. It was hard to tell. By her frown, I could tell that she was suffering from something. Made me curious. Her eyes seemed to reflect some horrible scene but it was hidden. As I approached closer, the older couple smiled at our meeting.

"Hello," Hayashi introduced, bowing.

"Good-Morning," the man said and bowed along with his wife. The teen nor I bowed; however, we just remained silent. I guess our faces reflected each others. We looked scarred.

"As always, it's nice to see you again. I just wish it not for this reason," Hayashi said profressionally.

"Ah, the same," the woman said this time.

"Meet Amane Kisa-San," Hayashi said.

I bowed, but said nothing.

"Hello, Kisa-Chan. It's so nice to meet you," the man said, bowing with his wife.

"She is very silent. I hope she will fit in soon and get along with the everyone," Hayashi said, "We do have to change her name so she can start school once again."

I looked at Hayashi surprised, but she did not look back at me.

"We have chosen a name for her," Hayashi said, "Here's the file with all the info and her background story for the Witness Protection Program." Agent Hayashi handed the woman a folder out of her bag and smiled down at me as if to encourage me.

"We will take care of her," the man promised.

"I am sure you will," Hayashi said, "You can take her now. Just make her at home. It's only been two days. And Elizabeth-San-" Hayashi cut off as Elizabeth turned away angrily and walked to the elevator.

"She'll only go to the car," the woman reasured Hayshi.

"Ah, I see," Hayashi replied. The elevator door closed, "Amane-San. This is Mr and Mrs. Suzuki. They will take good care of you, I promise. They will take you home now. Call me if you need anything, okay?" She handed me a card with her name, number and email on it.

I took it and nodded.

"Come," the woman said, extending her hand to me. I walked forward and she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

We walked silently into the elevator and out the building to the car. I saw Elizabeth in the backseat staring off into the distance. The woman motioned for me to sit in the front and so I did. The man got in the drivers seat and started the engine and the woman got in the backseat next to a silent Elizabeth. Quietly, I buckled my seatbelt. As I looked out the window of the car, I felt horribly ill. This was too much. (for me anyways) I couldn't stand the whole idea of living with new people. If only I had saved my family from that plane crash. I was so against moving that I did not care about what my family wanted. I realize now that I am selfish, and I knew that going to the United States would be a huge change for us. So many times did I wish I could have stayed in Japan. I got my wish, but not in the fasion I wanted it.

Another thing that I for sure know...is that I'm going to my funeral!

The man opened the drivers car door and sat in front of the steering wheel. Once he was buckled in and the keys were in the engine, he shut the car door and started the engine.

I just stared blankly out the window as if nothing had changed. The car pulled off. The city passed by quickly. I frowned at the passing buildings, people, and cars. I would rather be in America with my family then back here without them. As we drove on, I remembered my last words to my family...those last words were the worst. For what felt like hours (but only about thirty minutes) we arrived to a two story, up to date house.

Opening the car door, I stepped out of the car and shut the passenger door behind me. The others were already out of the car. Mr. and Mr.s Suzuki were waiting for me to come, but Elizabeth was walking towards the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Welcome home," Mr.s Suzuki said, with a gentle smile.

I just blinked once and walked around the front of the car to Mr.s Suzuki. Her arm wrapped around my shoulders kindly and gently. I just stared down at the ground as I walked to the front door.

Mr. Suzuki opened the door for me and I walked in with Mr.s Suzuki right at my side. The wooden door shut closely behind us. I walked instantly into a large living room with wooden floors and two dark brown (almost black) leather couches, clear, rectangular table with red roses in an excentric, glass vase, a TV stand with a plasma screen TV and a large bookshelf on the far wall with manga, a dictionary and thesaurus, and language books. There was one large window facing the front yard with white and brown curtains.

"This is the living room," Mr.s Suzuki said, "We have many movies, books, and good TV channels for entertainment."

I just nodded barely. Mr.s Suzuki's arm slid off my shoulders, she motioned towards a room on the right.

"And here's the kitchen," she said as we walked into a small room with a dining table and a long couter with a dish washer, several cabinets, a large sing, granite countertops, and a flat-top stove.

"You can get food anytime you wish. We eat dinner together always, and we eat breakfest together except on school days. You are free to get your own lunch whenever you want," Mr. Suzuki said.

Mr.s Suzuki nodded and led me accross the wood floors of the kitchen and to a fairly large porch off the back of the house. Five steps led to the grass on the right and left side of the wooden porch. There was a small round table with four chairs surrounding it.

The backyard was smallish, but it had a trampoline and a few trees. A fence surrounded the sides. I noticed a hole on one of the ends. This gap reminded me instantly of Hiroki's dangerous stunts. Ah...Hiroki. A gust of pain went into my side.

"This isn't much, but it's a porch. We usually sit out here and read a book or something on warm days," Mr.s Suzuki said. She caught my gaze and said, "Oh, that gap. We're fixing that soon."

"No," I whispered, "I like it there."

Mr. and Mr.s Suzuki looked at each other in bewilderment, but Mr.s Suzuki, realizing her rudeness, turned back to me and opened the door. She motioned for me to go back into the house, and I did so. What else was I going to say?

We were in the kitchen once again. Mr.s Suzuki led me through the living room and down a narrow hallway with no windows. Our first door was on the right.

"This is just a closet to hold coats," Mr.s Suzuki said, not bothering to open the closet. We continued on until we reached a few feet later another door on the left.

"This is Mr. Suzuki and my room," she said. She didn't open;however, she continued on down the hall and stopped at the steps on the right.

"Here are the steps to leading upstairs," Mr.s Suzuki said, as she stepped on the first step. There were three long windows with sunlight shining brightly up the spiral steps. At the top, we reached a large room with a queen sized navy blue bed with a soft yellow, large square carpet underneath. The floor was wooden and the walls are soft yellow and white striped. A small dresser was next to the bed with a large mirror hanging over it. A door was at the far left of the room and a large ceiling window sent sunlight into the room. A small desk sat on the far right wall with a red laptop and desk chair with Elizabeth sitting quietly in reading.

"This is Elizabeth's room," Mr.s Suzuki said.

I nodded. Elizabeth paid no attention to our presence.

"And your room is over here," Mr.s Suzuki said, crossing accross Elizabeth's room and entering a bathroom that was all white and perfectly clean. She walked through another door from the bathroom into another room the same size as Elizabeth's. This room was bare and, like Elizabeth's room, it had wooden floors. The room had three long windows, facing the front, sideyard, and backyard.

"It's plain," Mr.s Suzuki said, "But we will go and get you what you like. For the next few days, you can stay in Elizabeth's room. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Ok," I whispered.

"And you can borrow some of her pajamas. We'll go shopping for some clothing for you tomorrow," Mr.s Suzuki promised.

"Ok,' I said, quietly.

"Ok. Well, that's all the house. You can stay up here with Elizabeth or you can come downstairs," Mr. Suzuki said.

"Thankyou, Suzuki-San," I said in a whisper.

"Oh, call me Ryou," Mr. Suzuki said.

"And you may call me Yuna," Mr.s Suzuki said, "We want you to feel at ease here."

"Ok," I siad, with a small nod towards my new guardians.

"If you ever have a problem, don't feel that you can't come to us," Yuna said, soothingly.

I just nodded. Yuna and Ryou left the room for me to be alone. Once they shut the door behind them quietly, I walked towards the window that was facing the front yard. My right hand rested on the glass with my head close. I saw the city buildings standing tall and mighty. High schoolers were just arriving home from school. I sighed at the same time that my eyes closed. Amazing, isn't it? My family is dead and gone. I can't believe it. This reality seems so fake (If only it was) I was such a jerk to them. The last words to them were "I hate you." I said that I hated them and I didn't care if they were to die. How foolish. I was only moving to America. Why must I have to learn this lesson in such a hard way? No one could have this worse than me. Not a single person could have this much pain. For what felt like eternity, I stood there thinking about the last few days. It did not shock me when the door opened, it was more of the voice that made me alert.

"Dinner is ready," Elizabeth said with no emotion.

I looked back, but she was already walking away, her footsteps distancing. I followed her silently and walked down the spiral steps, down the narrow hall, and to the kitchen through the living room. I could smell rice, chicken tofu, and sushi. Sure enough, sitting on the table was everything that I had smelled. Ryou and Yuna sat on the far side of the table with chopsticks in their hands. Elizabeth sat down accross from Yuna. I stuttered but finally sat accross from Ryou. Elizabeth looked back at me and scooted away. Was I really that death looking?

"Thanks for this food," Yuna and Ryou said together perfectly after I sat down.

I reached for a bowl of rice and began eating slowly. No one was eyeing me. Yuna and Ryou were just babbling on and on like anyone would. I would feel at ease if it weren't for Elizabeth's unsteady silence and uneasiness. She was like a silent terrorist. There is no getting away from her. I ate very little and said nothing.

"Are you not hungary, Kisa-Chan?" Yuna asked.

"No, sorry," I said, quietly.

Elizabeth pushed her empty plate away from her and as she stood up, she said, "Waste." She walked away soulessly. I did not gaze her way. Her stares were pure evil for all I knew.

"It's fine. You've had a long day. We understand," Ryou said.

Yuna took my plate gracefully, saying, "If you are hungary later, you can come down and heat this up if you wish."

"Thank-you," I said, looking down at the table and then getting up from the table.

"Before you go, Kisa-Chan," Yuna said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We need to talk about the Witness Protection Program," Yuna said, pulling out a folder from under the table.

I sat back down and waited patiently for what horrible things about to come.

Yuna opened the folder and said in her own words, "Amane Kisa will from now on be Suzuki Arisu. You'll be age 15. You will start high school at Shogaku High School as a second year student as of next year."

"Shogaku High? That's very expensive," I whispered.

"Very good education," Ryou answered.

"Arisu-Chan, you must not see anyone that you know from before the accident til' we know that you are one hundred percent safe," Yuna said.

"Ok," I said, sighing.

"That's it. It's almost summer. So you don't have to worry about school until after the summer break," Ryou said.

I nodded but remained silent. I walked up the spiral steps where I noticed the setting sun, and I passeed Elizabeth, who was on her laptop. I walked through the bathroom and to my vacant room. My footsteps echoed and as I took each step. I sat in the middle of the floor with my hands in my lap. I knew I sat there for at least two hours. The room was dark with a few city lights shining through the windows. My eyes became heavy from not sleeping for the past two days. I wiped them tiredly and stared blankly towards the front wall.

The bathroom light came on and Elizabeth said behind the closed door, "Unless you're sleeping in there, you need to go to bed now. I won't stand to be woken up on your time."

I sighed and stood to my feet slowly. I opened the bathroom door to see Elizabeth pulling her brushed hair back. She was already in her pajamas, but on the counter were a pair of sweat pants and an oversized red t-shirt that said "Ayu" on it. I said nothing and stood there staring blankly

Elizabeth looked at me annoyed of my very presence. Jeez. On top of everything, I have this person that hates me for being introduced to her. I knew that I looked horrible. My hair was unwashed, my eyes had dark circles under them, and my cheeks were red from crying so much. In other words, I looked like death. I crossed my arms in shyness.

"Don't act all sad," Elizabeth said, "You have no reason." With that, she turned away and shut the door to her room and locked it. I didn't even try to open it. I did not want to be in the same room with her anyways. I might find myself being strangled in the middle of the night or being pushed out the window. Not going to take any chances. And what does she mean about not being sad? Hello!! My family just died!! Jeez. She really needs some theropy.

Turning off the light in the bathroom, I walked into, once again, my bare room. I layed against the wall that was facing the front street and closed my eyes with my right arm as my pillow for the night. What a long day. I have to go shopping tomorrow, too. And the next day would be my funeral. I am going to that funeral. Who'll stop me?

I shivered as the rain chilly rain soaked me from head to toe. Today was the day of my funeral, and I was sneaking out of the house. I had climbed down the side of my house right after I locked my bedroom door. Yes, I am still sleeping in my vacant room, but I had a sleeping bag, several blankets, and a pillow now. Yesterday, I went shopping with Yuna. She got me way too much. We had gotten home very late and I said that most likely I would be sleeping in late. I knew that my funeral was probably in the morning. It's a Saturday, so it would only make sence that it was in the morning and I knew that it was at Okinawa National Cemetary. Finally I found my way out of the neighborhood and into the city. I asked a few people where the cemetary was and they all pointed me into the right direction. When I arrived, I noticed hundreds of graves lined up everywhere than I saw a whole group of people dressed in dark clothing gathered all around together under a green tarp. I didn't recognize any of them. I walked through the crowd, hoping no one would recognize me. I wore a lot of makeup to hide my identity and my hair was crimped from me sleeping in my braids. I had put on a black trench coat, black pants, a pair of gothic gloves, a black shirt, and a pair of high heel black boots that I borrowed from Yuna. I wore a spiked neclace that I knew I'd never wear again and I put in a fake nose ring on the right side of my nose. Furthermore, I glued fake, black tipped nails onto my fingers. No way would anyone imagine me dressed like this, nor would anyone recognize me. I continued to walk past pictures and colages of people who were on the plane. I finally passed my mother's.

There were several pictures of her. I saw a black and white baby picture, her high school picture, there was on in her strapless wedding dress, and then there was one of her taken just recently with her in front of a Baptist church with my dad standing beside her. My dad's pictures were the same as my mom's. He had his baby picture, his high school picture, wedding picture, and another picture of him at the beach holding a fish. Tears moistened my eyes.

I walked on to the next one which was my brothers. He had his baby picture, a picture of him before he went to his middle school, and a picture of him with his friends. I walked to my little sister's, and the tears could not be held back. She had her baby picture, her elementary picture, and her picture at Christmas of last year. I knew that the only family member that I hadn't seen was myself. I walked to my stand. I saw my baby picture, my high school picture, and my picture with all my friends. I looked at my pictures sadly, at my families pictures, and then at mine again. These were the last pictures of my family, and I couldn't even keep them. I noticed that behind the pictures, there were not graves. Of course, there wouldn't be graves. Everyone on that plane is in the Pacific Ocean. Everyone but me.

I noticed a boy walk up beside me with a tears in his eyes. His hair was soaking wet and I knew him right away. Hiroki. I thought twce of turning around to him, but I couldn't. It wasn't safe. I knew that much. Plus, Nami and Ryuichi would think he was seeing things. If I couldn't reveal myself to all three of them, then I can't reveal myself to one of them. I might freak him out. I couldn't just say that I'm alive to tell him good-bye. Him believing I'm dead is a better, less troubling route. I only came here to say good-bye to my family, not see my friends.

Nami came up behind him with a boquet of flowers in her hand. From what I could see through the corner of my eye, I saw her with tears flowing down her face. Never before had I seen her in tears. If I were not Suzuki Arisu and I was Amane Kisa, I would hug her, but life kind of sucks for me right now. Actually, if I were still Amane Kisa living with her family, none of this would have happened, but (again) life sucks.

Hiroki's left shoulder was two inches away from mine ;however, I hid the side of my face with my dark hair to hide my identity.

"We're really going to miss you, Kisa-San," Nami said. She laid the flowers on the ground next to the stand that hung my pictures.

She was crying into Ryuichi's shoulder, but Ryuichi kept a straight face and said, "I wish you were here..." -he broke down in tears- "You always made me smile when you acted clumsy. I'll miss that. We'll visit this stone on speacial days. We promise..."

Hiroki fell to his knees and cried quietly, "Why did it have to be you, Kisa-San? Why did it have to be your plane? ...Kisa..."

"We all will miss you, Kisa-San," Nami said quitely.

Hiroki nodded.

Just like them, I was crying myself. I knew that Nami was staring at me. I knew that she was thinking of to why someone like the way I was dressed would come and visit my grave. She knew that I did not hang out with goths or people who were against everything.

I walked away before I could turn to them and explain everything. I can't explain it. I can't put them in danger. That's how much I loved them. Though I knew the risk, I turned to them, but their red and sorrowful faces were staring at the grave with the most devastated expressions. I bowed to my grave and walked away with no look back.

In a small whisper, I said, "Good-bye." This was more to my friends than to myself for I was technically saying good-bye to Amane Kisa and hello to the new me known as Suzuki Arisu.

It had to be around 10:30 in the morning. Not bad. I ran home as fast as I could in these boots and climbed up the side of the house and into my room. Quckly, I undressed and put on my pajamas. I put my hair back in messy briaids and threw my wet clothes in my closet. I ran into the bathroom and washed off all my makeup with cold water, not noticing Elizabeth putting on her eye shadow. I felt her eyes pierce me intensly.

"I turned to her once my makeup was all off. I hope she didn't notice my damp hair or the makeup I had just washed off.

"You missed your nails," she said as cold as ice.

I looked down at my black, fake nails. Crap.

"If you want to sneak out, be sneaky about it," Eliabeth said, even colder.

"Sneak out? What are you talking about?" I asked dumbly.

"Oh, please. I'm not that stupid, but those people downstairs are. You're lucky," she replied.

"Uh...er...you're not going to tell them?" I asked.

"No, why would I?" Elizabeth asked, coldly.

"Because you hate me," I said.

"I don't hate you. I jsut think you're pathetic," she replied.

"Pathetic?" I asked.

"Yeah," Elizabeth said, "You think that you can whine about everything because your family died. Other people have had worse experiences."

"Eh?" I asked.

"Eh?" she mocked, "Don't "eh" me. Try seeing your family dead in your own house and see every wound they received from being tortured."

"I couldn't imagine that," I said, shaking my head twice.

"See? You are the pathetic one," Elizabeth said.

"You can't judge me," I said, in a whisper.

"Too late," Elizabeth said, turning away and walking into her room.

I walked into my room and went to sleep for at least another few hours. I woke up to midday. Though I had dreams, I couldn't remember them. Not caring, I walked into the bathroom and brushed out my tangled hair. I put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt saying "Tokyo" in red, bold, English characters. I brushed my teeth and walked through Elizabeth's room down the spiral stairs. It was still raining heavily. I walked through the narrow, long hallway and into the kitchen.

Yuna looked up at me from the counter and smiled, "Good afternoon, Arisu-Chan."

I looked up at her and frowned, "In the house and when we are alone, could you please call me Kisa?"

"Dangerous and risky, but I think we can do so," Yuna said.

Elizabeth looked up from her lunch and stared directly at me with her piercing glare, "You're hair is damp. Go out in the rain?"

What the heck is she trying to do?!

"No," I answered, "I washed my face and some of the water washed into my hair. No big deal."

Yuna ignored us and continued to wipe off the kitchen counters.

Absently, Yuna said, "Kisa-Chan, do you want some lunch?"

"No, thank-you," I said, "I'm not hungary at the moment."

"Ok," Yuna said, "Just come in and get what you want when you wish, ok?"

"Yes, okay. Thank-you," I said.

"We will go and get you some furniture today. Are you up to that? I think that since today is a rainy day, we should go out and get it over with," Yuna suggested, "Plus, you haven't been out of your vacant room since you got here."

Elizabeth choked a little bit. I tensed.

Not noticing the obvious gesture Elizabeth gave, Yuna asked me, "Do you feel up to it?"

"Yes, that would be nice," I said.

"Then we can try to leave in about an hour. I'll give you some time to get your hair dry and get ready," Yuna said.

"Ok, thanks," I said, walking through the living room, through the dark hall, and up to my room. There, I sat in the corner looking up at the ceiling. I had seen Hiroki and the others for the last time. Or at least until Lanette was caught if she were ever caught. Wherever she is, I am wishing death to her.