I slowly breathed through the silence of the morning; my breath slowly formed a miniature cumulus cloud against the frosty Kobe weather.
May 7, 2015. The day my father's corpse was laid into a wasteland. Some would call it a cemetery, but there was no proper burial for a man known only by the alias of 'Sakakibara'.
Merciless, cunning, threatening, bewitched, cruel; the so-called definitions to perfectly describe my father's criminal surname. I knew for a fact that I may never look a person in the eye and tell them, "Hey, my father is Sakakibara!" I mean, if you were me; who exactly would?
Ruka, indeed...
He is my brother. Today, once again; being questioned by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police system.
His eyes bloodshot, his fingers played a certain type of rhythm as he bounced them back and forth on the cheap, plastic-white table. He just sat there, expressionless.
One man, Mr. Kanagawa Nobunaga; the supposed chieftain of the entire policeman population within Tokyo threw a plastic bag of metal wires, Hi-chews, and chemicals directly at my older brother.
"Ugh!" Ruka finally let out. "What the hell?!" Angered, he slammed his hands against the table. Staring into Mr. Kanagawa's face directly, he laughed hysterically.
"What is it, Sakakibara?" Kanagawa questioned as he pressed down on Onii-chan's shoulders, seemingly by utmost force and willpower. He grinned with somewhat of ungrateful admiration at the nineteen year old's misery.
Once again, Ruka guffawed. "Baka!" he uttered. "Might as well become my next victim," He shifted his sitting position, then placed his face mask upon the table. It was a simple mask to quarantine a mere cold. All but too simple, yet there were some paradoxes towards such a cunning advance.
"Are you going to admit to being the murderer of Mr. Suzuki Naoki? ...Or shall you be sent to a mental facility for five years as well as serve being hanged by the gallows?" began Kanagawa, literally fearful, yet mocking all means of braveness.
"Hmmph!" Ruka uttered, showing a diabolical grin. "What if..."
"What if what?"
"What if..." Here, Ruka took out a dagger, sharpened to the tip; covered in fresh crimson from an earlier crime. "...I take your life into my own hands?"
"Sakakibara," Kanagawa reached for the doorknob, by means of an easily plotted escape plan. However, before he knew it, Ruka strangled him from behind, using no other weapons but a mere jumprope to help him constrict the neck of the chieftain.
Stab after stab...
Tighten after tighten...
Slash after slash...
Kanagawa fell into utter slumber.
Dangerous, although he is; he is still my brother.
He opened the door, without any other care known to the world. Cunningly, he swiped his way through the crowd of reporters and policemen alike; showing no mercy in between unwiring all surveillance.
He steadily grabbed the remaining evidence of his former crime and infused the chemicals into the remaining pack of mango-flavored confectionaries, placing each into the mouth of ninety or more victims.
"Mika," he stated after the maniac massacre. "Be my accomplice?"
I slowly, but gingerly took hold of my brother's hands as I glanced upon the corpses of innocent souls.
Gomen nasai!
Our only means of escaping the bitterness of society: Murder.
I am... Minato Mika.
Two words to describe me: Confused Individual.
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