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Topic Started: Nov 5 2013, 09:13 PM (274 Views)
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Daichi through all of the promises to himself to never return here. Had come back to his hometown. He strode with purpose, having previously checked into a motel. He was on the way to the cemetary, to visit his Mom.

I can do this. I can do this.

It became his repetitious mantra as he approached. He was getting closer and closer to his Moms grave. As he approached, he saw a figure standing near a gravestone. It seemed to be trembling. He approached silently, hoping to not interrupt the grieving person. Though he continued to stride with purpose.

What.

This person...this weak frail looking man was standing over his mothers gravestone.

"Excuse me sir? Did you know this woman?"

The man jumped in fright.

"Why does that matter to you kid?

The stench of alcohol was apparent on the mans breath.

"I'm afraid that this woman is my mother."

The mans eyes widened in shock.

"Sir...? Is something wrong?"

"Look kid I...I--i'm so sorry!"

"I'm afraid I don't understand. Why are you apologizing?"

"That night I...I swore that I was fine to drive! Really! i'm so sorry!"

"Sir...are you saying that you...are the person who killed my mother?"

Daichi carefully had to pluck out every single word from his vocabulary. The man was shaking and sobbing at this point.

"I never meant for it to happen! You gotta believe me!"

This man had killed his mother. This man never paid for his crime. This sniveling coward was a criminal. This criminal had to pay. In a blind fury, Daichi swung as hard as he could at the man, catching him by surprise and effectively knocking him down to the ground. Daichi leapt upon the man, using his size advantage to pin the man down. He lashed out again and again, punching the man in the face. But no, still he had to pay. Daichi found himself wrapping his hands around the worms throat and starting to squeeze. This bastard was going to pay for his crime. He would wipe away some of the worthless scum in the world. All the while, the man was weakly attempting to get Daichi off of him.

Daichi!

No, no he wasn't going to listen to Michael now. He was going to make this filth die.

Daichi!

The blind hate that had clouded his mind lifted suddenly. The gravity of this situation dawned on him and he fell back off of the man. As soon as that had happened the man clambered up and ran away. He backed away from the grave, as if to try and deny that he had just done such a thing. As fate would have it, he backed right into another gravestone. He used it to leverage himself up, what he saw though terrified him even more than what he had just done. What he was staring at was a framed photo with two simple words beneath it.

Ichiro Takenaka

Here he was, at the grave of the boy who haunted his dreams. Daichi felt as if he were about to shatter apart into millions of pieces. So he did what he did the last time he was here, he turned and he ran. Back to the motel to check out, back to the train station to get away from this place and truly never return.


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