Found and Lost

Chapter 2

The last time I saw my sister was the day after my father had died. Mom said that I was too dangerous, and began to drag my sister away. I had tried to hold onto her. To stop her from leaving me. It wasn't her fault, and I would never blame her for it. Her hand had slipped from mine. Mom was afraid of me for some reason. Then a lawyer walked up to me a few weeks later. While I was sitting in a police office. He told me my father had left me money in his will. However I wasn't old enough to inherit it yet. A few years passed as i lived in some sort of lab. I dodn't even remember how old I was. I had been trying to figure out where my sister went once I left the police office. After that it gets hazy, but i was stuck in a white room with simple nessesities and no one around. Not even adults would come in it was just me and the intercom voice i heard ever so often. Then the lawyer from years ago approached me again taking me out of there. He informed me of my mother's death, and told me i no longer had to stay in that room as i was "of age". He said she died of old age, and left me a note. It read that my sister would be living on her own in the city. Since she was almost old enough. Plus she apparently had someone to stay with. I asked him about her, but he brushed it off. 

Then he left me there. I watched him leave, and I had so many questions. However I wouldn't ask them. Instead I sat there surprised. Once the feeling was gone I left ,and boarded a train. I went all over japan till I boarded the railway I had been on. I explored tons of cities on my way. They were all so different, but I felt empty despite that. After all, I still didn't have a place to belong. What was I without my family? I still hadn't found my sister. Girls that rode the trains would rant and cry to me. That or they'd tell me some gossip. I don't know why they did it either. Guess they just wanted someone to listen. So that's exactly what I did. I would sit and listen. I would offer advice and hugs. A few times people would take pictures with me. One helped me make a social media account. Then people started to exchange social media info with me. Sometimes people would ask where I was going. So I always told them I was going to see my sister. Everyday I was on a new train. I'd listen to music, and watch who entered and left the train. Then my phone would notify me that someone had sent me something. That's when I saw the posts about me. I was under a hashtag called #subwaygirl. It made me smile. Then I would see what people had sent me. They were sending me playlists for my journey. However, that was back when I was on the train.

Now, I'm outside this strange corner building. She had dragged me here after I fell in the sand and couldn't get up my body locked up. We also picked up the boy and girl from the beach of course. I followed the lady inside the strange building. A warm smell greets my nose as I look around. It looks like some kind of shop. The light shines through the peach lace curtains. Making colored patterns on the tile. I followed the lady up the steps to their office looking room.
"Dazai! Where have you been! Were off schedule thanks to you" yelled a blonde ponytail, haired male at a brown curly haired boy.
He started rapidly shaking said person named dazai. I was startled and hid behind the lady. That's when dazai made a motion towards me.
"Come now that's no way to treat a guest kunikida~. She's only just arrived after all~" dazai said in a teasing tone.
I slowly walked out from behind the lady, and bowed towards kunikida and dazai. He glanced at me with a passive face. Then dropped his hands from dazai's neck. Then he pushed his glasses up on his face. He gave me a more thorough look over. Meanwhile dazai looked at me with strange intrigue. However after a few minutes his face shifted to a face of recognition like we'd known each other. I hid back behind the lady shyly slightly unnerved.

"My apologies for my earlier behavior" he says.

"N-no worries Mr.Kunikida" I said quietly.

"Is there something you'd like me to help with?" Dazai asks.

"Um, maybe I'm looking for my sister. I've been looking for a few years, and this is the last place I haven't checked." I stated.

However I don't know how they could. Our last names were the same. However I don't remember my last name anymore. Kunikida looked at dazai with a lifted brow. Dazai shrugged then walked over to me.

"Alright, so you're looking for your sister?" Dazai asked. With his pointer finger pointed up.

"Y-yes" I said as the lady walked away leaving me feeling bare and nervous.

His voice sounded sickly sweet. However my body was screaming for me to run. The sound of an abuser and manipulator. Maybe it was because it sounded kinda like my dad's, or it was that dead look in his eyes. Either way i no longer felt the earlier warmth.

"Right and what's your name?" Dazai asked.

"Y/N" I answer.