Toman's Little Sister

71 | Your Dad

"Everyone's here?" Draken questioned, his eyes scanning the small group in front of him.

No one said anything in response, so he cleared a table of tools and motorcycle parts so everyone could lay out what they had gotten.

"You're positive that this is what was left for you?" Takeomi asked, his arms crossed as he gazed at the table in front of him.

"I'm sure we're all pretty positive." Sanzu stared at the folded paper that he placed down. "But, there are huge gaps in mine."

Mikey unfolded all the letters, pausing on his own for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Senju looked over his shoulder, not really seeing anything of relevance at the moment.

But Mikey saw it. And he saw it clearly.

"Ken-chin." He motioned for Draken to come over and the two of them gazed at the paper. "Izana...?"

Koko frowned. "What does Izana have to do with this?"

"Y/N viewed Izana as an older brother figure, like with big bro." Mikey slowly explained, his eyes going from the top of the page to the bottom, although the sentences weren't complete.

"Maybe we need to place the papers on top of each other." Waka suggested. "Like with the last one."

Your emphasis on secrecy and privacy when it came to figuring this out was almost suspicious. What could possibly be so important that it has to be kept a secret from everyone except this collection of people?

What did they all have in common?

A connection with Shinichiro? Even a very distant one, at best?

But as they traced over the handwriting, so evenly distributed across the page as if it were typed, written in a neat yet also rushed manner, a story began.

About 20-25 years ago, a boy named Izana was born to a man who had recently divorced his wife and a Filipino woman.

"Hold on," Waka spread out the small stack of postcards he had found. All of them were from the Philippines.

"Oh, that's Y/N's mom's name." Draken said, pointing at the beginning of each postcard. His eyes travelled to the bottom of the card, where it was signed similarly to how you signed each of the letters. L/N.

Alas, Izana's father was quickly taken out once he got involved in business he shouldn't have gotten involved in. His wife, however, was spared because of one sole reason, one that seems to have belonged in a book or movie. Izana's father's killer fell in love.

"What kind of tragic story are we going to dive into?" Koko questioned with a sigh.

Well, perhaps that wasn't worded properly. He fell in love a long time ago, far back in high school, where his blood stained hands once held Izana's mother's. He was a very different person back then. He wore blue glasses and had freckles all along his face. Now that Izana's mom stared at him, he had matured so much.

They remembered little about their relationship and knew little about who they were now. But as they stared into each other's eyes once again, bloodstained hands were held, kind eyes met cold, and the past was revisited as the relationship remade itself.

The young boy that had been born was sent to his father's ex-wife to be taken care of with her daughter. He ended up being sent to an orphanage and began carving his own path for himself.

What came of his mother and his father's killer? They, alas, could never get married, for one was a killer. They eloped, one night and one night only. From that night came a little girl. Her father had only stayed for one year before moving to the Philippines, the only means of communication being postcards.