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Chapter 1
Nice to Meet Ya
Chapter 1: My life. My Story. My Problem..
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A full-blown out storm was brewing in the dark grey and lightless sky. It was going to be another day involving heavy, greyish storm clouds that are abundant with the clear and dirty rain that would crystalize it\'s surrounding areas; making it a temporary place next to paradise. The rain pours heavily down on the outskirts of Japan, which is usual during this time of year. Some people believe that it rains due to a newfound love or some other type of happiness. Others like me, believe someone is in pain. It\'s another crappy day in the \'wonderful\' life of me- Kaoru Kamiya.
I was born right in the heart of Tokyo, ten years ago . My mother died twenty days later after contracting a diease and my father raised me who was a swordsman. Anyone could say I had a pretty decent childhood although, I wasn\'t really a dainty little girl like the other girls nearby, but I was happy with my life though I dreamt that I had a real family like all the boys and girls in the neighborhood had which included a mother and a father Until, when one of my father\'s students started fighting with the students and being the foolish person that he is, he ended up killing one of them and then mocking the Kamiya Kasshin Style. I guess you could say that from what my father heard from the other students, he was furious and had to teach him a lesson. He made the situation \'much better\' by breaking the guy\'s thumb and expelling him. By then, I became worried since I used to sneak around to see the students practice- and I saw that the particular bothersome student was violent
Though my father expelled him, the thought of seeing the disturbed, giant oaf in my nightmares talking about taking out his revenge just scared me. Many people told me that nightmares don\'t come true when I was younger but I disregard their comments now because the next thing I know when it was morning I found my father with many open wounds and encircled in his own dark marron blood laying there, cold as a rock. I felt a strong person came behind me pulling me into a forced embrace onto his chest and whispered the haunting words in a suggestive tone . . .
\"You are mine, Kaoru. And you always will be...\"
It\'s been 10 years since then and haven\'t been outside this hellhole which is also my haven at times. I haven\'t seen my childhood friends; Tae or Sanosuke since that day. Sanosuke hasn\'t even bothered to write to me anymore, he stopped after a month after I was imprisoned in my own home.
\'Maybe he has found someone else to freeload from,\' I began to remember my idiotic, brute, but kind childhood friend as decide to move around in order to clean the dojo, as I\'m fearful for Gohei to start ranting & raving to the point that he\'ll end up smacking me to the cold and hard wooden floors. Once I move towards my bedroom to clean, I see familiar handwriting on a letter peaking under a small jewelry box that was used to hold letters instead; under blankets in the closet . Under that yellowing letter from 4 years ago, I see more letters. Letters that were dated from 1858, 1859, and again in 1865.
\'These letters and the handwriting seem way too familiar,\' as I read one of the letters finally realizing that they are from Sanosuke. I hide the musty, yellow letter under a hidden storage place under a loose piece of wood near the closet in my room. Those painfully long 10 years, I was abused and a whore to Gohei and his slimy, low-life friends. There were many times I contemplated suicide or killing him, but I felt I wasn\'t strong enough to carry out my plans. Gohei always found some way of talking me out of suicide with using some threat to hurt who is close to me.
I had the urge to cry as I began to laid down on my futon. I had a feeling that knowing that no one who I knew in my past loved me anymore but then again everyone I knew must think that I\'m dead right about now.
I am dead... I haven\'t been the same since this ordeal.
I want to die. Why did I have to be placed into this situation? I didn\'t do anything bad when I was younger to be treated like this. I never asked for this... But then again, nothing goes order to plan... Problems occur and either they are solve or not.
\"Let\'s see what this day brings about, I\'m getting both a good and bad feeling about this...\"
Chapter 1: My life. My Story. My Problem..
-
A full-blown out storm was brewing in the dark grey and lightless sky. It was going to be another day involving heavy, greyish storm clouds that are abundant with the clear and dirty rain that would crystalize it\'s surrounding areas; making it a temporary place next to paradise. The rain pours heavily down on the outskirts of Japan, which is usual during this time of year. Some people believe that it rains due to a newfound love or some other type of happiness. Others like me, believe someone is in pain. It\'s another crappy day in the \'wonderful\' life of me- Kaoru Kamiya.
I was born right in the heart of Tokyo, ten years ago . My mother died twenty days later after contracting a diease and my father raised me who was a swordsman. Anyone could say I had a pretty decent childhood although, I wasn\'t really a dainty little girl like the other girls nearby, but I was happy with my life though I dreamt that I had a real family like all the boys and girls in the neighborhood had which included a mother and a father Until, when one of my father\'s students started fighting with the students and being the foolish person that he is, he ended up killing one of them and then mocking the Kamiya Kasshin Style. I guess you could say that from what my father heard from the other students, he was furious and had to teach him a lesson. He made the situation \'much better\' by breaking the guy\'s thumb and expelling him. By then, I became worried since I used to sneak around to see the students practice- and I saw that the particular bothersome student was violent
Though my father expelled him, the thought of seeing the disturbed, giant oaf in my nightmares talking about taking out his revenge just scared me. Many people told me that nightmares don\'t come true when I was younger but I disregard their comments now because the next thing I know when it was morning I found my father with many open wounds and encircled in his own dark marron blood laying there, cold as a rock. I felt a strong person came behind me pulling me into a forced embrace onto his chest and whispered the haunting words in a suggestive tone . . .
\"You are mine, Kaoru. And you always will be...\"
It\'s been 10 years since then and haven\'t been outside this hellhole which is also my haven at times. I haven\'t seen my childhood friends; Tae or Sanosuke since that day. Sanosuke hasn\'t even bothered to write to me anymore, he stopped after a month after I was imprisoned in my own home.
\'Maybe he has found someone else to freeload from,\' I began to remember my idiotic, brute, but kind childhood friend as decide to move around in order to clean the dojo, as I\'m fearful for Gohei to start ranting & raving to the point that he\'ll end up smacking me to the cold and hard wooden floors. Once I move towards my bedroom to clean, I see familiar handwriting on a letter peaking under a small jewelry box that was used to hold letters instead; under blankets in the closet . Under that yellowing letter from 4 years ago, I see more letters. Letters that were dated from 1858, 1859, and again in 1865.
\'These letters and the handwriting seem way too familiar,\' as I read one of the letters finally realizing that they are from Sanosuke. I hide the musty, yellow letter under a hidden storage place under a loose piece of wood near the closet in my room. Those painfully long 10 years, I was abused and a whore to Gohei and his slimy, low-life friends. There were many times I contemplated suicide or killing him, but I felt I wasn\'t strong enough to carry out my plans. Gohei always found some way of talking me out of suicide with using some threat to hurt who is close to me.
I had the urge to cry as I began to laid down on my futon. I had a feeling that knowing that no one who I knew in my past loved me anymore but then again everyone I knew must think that I\'m dead right about now.
I am dead... I haven\'t been the same since this ordeal.
I want to die. Why did I have to be placed into this situation? I didn\'t do anything bad when I was younger to be treated like this. I never asked for this... But then again, nothing goes order to plan... Problems occur and either they are solve or not.
\"Let\'s see what this day brings about, I\'m getting both a good and bad feeling about this...\"