Reincarnation [Forbidden: Book #1]

Chapter I

Cheater

Noun

A person who acts dishonestly in order to gain something and/or someone
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"Love can be blind. Expectation can be a cruel thing."

Japan: Tokamachi

16 Years Earlier

The day was like any other, a snowy breeze blowing along the street which lay still, occasional cars passing by, but not all that often, leaving the neighborhoods street mostly empty with only some cars being parked in their given spaces such as in front of or inside of garages and on the side of the street, out of the way of anyone who needed to get by.

The sound of the snow crunching beneath the young male's feet was evident as he rocked back and forth on his heels, staring across the street to his new neighbor's house. He was still quite upset about the fact of having to move, he loved his old home despite having to deal with the crowded feeling of it at times. His grandfather had built it so long ago for as a wedding gift, but when he and his grandmother had decided to pass it on and move once so many of his family members had moved in, it was given to his parents who eventually had him and here they were moving out, and to Japan no less, it was so far from home. The travel from Mexico to where he currently stood was still long and vivid in his mind like it had only been seconds before when his mother called him to pack his things and his brother tossed two suitcases into his small room.

But he knew he didn't have a say in the matter when his mother, whom he was terrified to argue with in knowing of the leather belt she kept at all times, called for him to bring the box he held, marked Kitchenware, into the house. It was quite heavy now that he was broken from his thoughts and started to hurt his arms a little with how far it had dropped down while he was lost in mind so he quickly lifted back up and sighed.

Turning to head back into the home, he was once again distracted but this time, not by himself, but instead yelling and what sounding like glass shattering down on a hard surface emerging from his neighbors home, along with a particular girl who stepped out of the home, closing the dark spruce door behind her and sitting on the small bench covered in small decorative pillows and a throw blanket which sat on the porch.

He didn't understand why, but something about her fascinated him. Maybe it was her skin, so pale it nearly blended into the snow, or her hair, so long it almost reached pass her knees and so black it could easily be distinguished even in the darkest of the shadows, or her lips, bright pink and standing out from the rest of her pale face. No. It was her eyes, most defiantly her eyes. The way they sparkled and caught the light just right, how the color of them matched the icicles which hung from the roof exactly, how much they lured him in, almost begging him to come closer and just drown in their sharp, piercing, and yet beautiful gaze.

He hadn't realized just how hard and long he was staring until he watched her gaze shift from the ground and lock onto him, making him blink and look around him, wonder (mostly hoping) that maybe, just maybe she was looking at someone else, but no, it was him she had her sights on, him who made her suddenly stand and step forward, her eyes stabbing through him like a spear. It terrified and embarrassed him all at the same time, his face completely red by the time he turned and ran into the house, the door shutting behind him.

However, he should have been more frightened at the fact that in the process of this, he dropped and left the box, as well as made his very impatient mother wait. That poor unfortunate child. Chased. Beaten. then stuffed full of food and sent to bed early.

Santa Ana California

Present day

Smoke filled his lungs before being sent out and into the open air of the night, sifting through it then dissipating until there was nothing left to be seen but the lit cigarette carried between his fingers. The night had been long, and as much as he wished to completely forget about it, he could not, the memory replaying over and over again in his mind like a broken record set to torture him.

He had just come home early, hoping for his girlfriend to still be out with her friends and give him time to decorate and set up the house for what he had planned for her later when she returned. It was her birthday, they had been together for two years now and he was ready to pop the question, the expensive, giant diamond ring sitting still and pretty in its casing and in his pocket. Quietly entering the home however he was shocked, angered, and devasted to see that same girlfriend hooking up with his best friend and coworker inside of their bedroom, cross that, his bedroom, on his bed, in his house. The worse part was that they had pretended to despise each other during those two long years, but were playing him all along.

He wanted so badly to enter that room, but didn't, knowing that they'd probably end up hidden in a back alleyway dumpster if he did, so instead left quiet and went to his brothers home where he cried and drank his emotions away. When he returned they were both gone and everything was spick and span, the sheets and blankets being changed previously, making him sick. He noticed a note on the bed, picking it up and reading it to learn that she couldn't take their relationship anymore, that she just felt like he didn't love her anymore and decided to run away to Chicago, 'What bullshit...' was his only thought when he ripped it up and tossed it out.

He wouldn't let either of them get away with this, no, he knew he couldn't physically do anything without him losing his job and ending up in jail, but who said anything about being physical?

A chuckle left his lips as he put out the cigarette and headed back into his home where he threw it away and ideas began to fill his head. They were both dead, to him, and soon, to the rest of the world as well.