You decide that exploring closer to the shore is your best bet. Your eyes dart across the once beautiful terrain, now littered with debris and bodies. You hear a slight moaning coming from a pile of debris up ahead. You sprint forward, leaping over people's belongings, as if you were a cheetah.
Plopping down into the soft sand, you shuffle through a pile of rubbage. Underneath a broken microwave, you find the last person you expected to see. Your brother's face was bloody and scarred. As you clear the rest of the debris you realize he is attempting to choke out a few words.
"Are you okay, omaesan?" he questions wearily, coughing up drops of dark red blood as he spoke.
"Hai", you reply, overjoyed to see him alive.
"There's something I need to tell you. Something about our family, Kimyona", he sputters regretfully, tears forming in the corners of his brilliant brown eyes. Upon your look of puzzlement, he continues.
"Our family is the head of the Japanese mafia. We had to keep this from you because it is forbidden to tell you until you come of age, as I have. I have also done some very bad things, omaesan", he whispers, sorrowfully. You could not believe what you were hearing. Too shocked to speak, you scoot back in the soft sand. The sand sticks to your shorts and makes its way into every bit of exposed skin on your body, as sand tends to do. You ignore it nonetheless. It feels like you don't even know the man you are looking at. He couldn't be a murderer. Could he?
"Just know that everything i have done was to protect you, Kimyona" your brother confirms, staring into your eyes. He sputtered these last words, blood dripping down his chin. You crouch over him once more, tears gushing from your eyes. He is still your brother. You wail in pain as those exquisite eyes that provided so much care and protection lost their glow. His head fell back and his muscular body went limp. His eyes glassed over, and stared wide open at the heavens, the place you now aren't sure he ended up in. You fall to the ground, engulfed with sadness. Tears roll down your cheeks and form puddles in the sand. This image will forever remain in your mind.THE END.

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