Esprit Internationale 1

1 - Flashback

Near the limits of Tokyo, Japan
October 11, 2061 - 10:21 PM

Young Hana Mizuo POV

"Hey, Hana. It already late in night. Stop watching anime and go to sleep, daddy's gonna late again going home."

"I know, mother. But i need to greet my father. Remember? Two days from now and it's my birthday! Are we forgot that?"

"Oh.." then my mother nodded. She is so humble at any times even her temper was small.

Anyways, i was sitting here in the comfy couch decorated with three square pillows on it. I am wearing my usual sleeping pajamas in every time of day and i was currently hugging one of the three square pillows on the couch i sat in. While my eyes kept sticking like a glue to the screen.

That small talk between me and my mother named Mizuo, a pure Japanese girl, married to an American guy. Which is actually and obviously my daddy. My family is currently living in the outskirts of Tokyo, the capital of Japan. Which is purely overcrowded due to overpopulation and heavy crime-rate had occured their. But it is nice thing to see when i go out and see the lights sparkling on the dark background. Which my house is actually sitting in the cliff of an known local mountain, which was currently turning into an subdivision for middle class family like me.

These two persons wouldn't dare to tell me about their hardships they experienced or perhaps suffered on their own weight. My mother, Mizuo. Is an formerly fourth-year high school student in a exclusive and famed academy inside of Tokyo. She studied hard and hard until the worsy tragedy strikes that i couldn't mind on it. Yep, she lived in a era where Stalin's Blood had occured, her friends had died after they contracted the deadly virus and she fled to South Korea as the Stalin's Blood almost consumed most of Japan. Miraculously, the deadly disease stopped and Mizuo went back to Japan, where she currently worked as an waitress. O'h I forgot to tell you that i was survived by that deadly outbreak, since i was born in 2047 and make no mistake on it.

But for my father? That's was an long story, though.

It took a long minutes now watching to this small television screen until a hiss of car engine had mysteriously arrived in front of our house. Sure thing it was my father, as the sound of his Toyota sedan had piercedly recognized my ear and so do i. Don't ask me about that anyway.

Seconds later, the wooden door had slowly opened. I turned my head to the door and saw my father, coming back from work as an security of an large pharmaceutical company inside of Tokyo. But his expression i saw in his face was not usual expression of an tired father I regularly saw. His expression was in deep in anxiety and fear. Which his right hand had covered his face and slides down on it. Which i saw the writings on his skin. Which i couldn't tell the story of my father has an long story. But in short.

My father was an former Sangvis Ferri member. That group had created since three years ago and it's 2061 already. Ready for the cold wind from the outside of my house. But i couldn't dare to ask why this kind of group had existed in an unexpected ways.

After that, Mizuo, which went out from my parent's bedroom while carrying an dirty laundry for the week. Approached him and tried to hug.

But my father resisted and said, "we need to talk in our bedroom. I have a great problem coming out in my mind."

"What the matter with you?" Said the mother as she worries about her husband.