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Seita
0 ReviewsAnna meets a young thief in the manor and interrogates him to see if he is her killer while she is holding him hostage.
Chapter Twelve: Seita:
February 15th, 2005. The boy sat on the living room floor in the early hours of the morning. Bruised left cheek bone. Cut on the lower lip. Two black eyes. Valentine’s Day was fun for him! No thanks to his mom’s boyfriend, of course. He seemed to hate that kid so. Why? Jealousy? Something to do? No telling. Did the boy’s mother care? Ha! The mom was too dunk/high to even notice that she had a son. This was evident when she asked him who he was every morning. The boy grew to accept this loveless home life for a while.
Last night did it for him though. The boyfriend went overkill on him. Poor kid never stood a chance. It’s always the same. Lip and beat down, as usual. Only, something changed then. The boy was… actually… angry. Four years of sorrow caved way to rage. Why was he the punching bag for this douche bag’s drunken hemorrhage? Time to fight back.
The boy gave it his all. Too bad the boyfriend had the upper hand. Under a minute, the kid was knocked out cold. The boyfriend stood over the victim, smirking.
“Stupid kid!” he muttered. The man walked away after that. Last night’s beating led to the boy’s two a.m. decision. He couldn’t take living in this loveless Hell anymore! So, the boy packed up his things and ran away from home. Simple as that.
May 2009. The Shinigami left for the day. Anna was alone once again. Only this time, she felt better. Surprised, but better. “I am a witch,” she thought as she went into the manor. The woman knew, but she hadn’t thought much about it. But now… the whole Eda-Kimoto had struck her interests. They had baited her mind like a fish to a worm on a hook. She just had to learn more about her family. Right now, however, Anna needed to sleep. She hadn’t known a bed since the night before Henry left. It hadn’t hit her until now. So, Anna dragged herself to Daisuke’s office for a little sleep. Once there, she collapsed onto the futon and took a nap.
Several hours to sundown, Anna awoke to someone opening the front door. At first, she was a little drowsy/out of it. “/Rihoko back already?/” she thought. The woman slowly got up and wandered down the hall. The manor was still dark. Anna slowly began to realize the situation. Rihoko and Yoko-chan weren’t home yet. Okay, so who was here with her? Anna kept quiet and peeked into the living room. A figure was robbing the manor in the dark. The woman studied him closely. This intruder looked like Hisoka’s physical age. Due to the lack of light, she could only see his back as he was swiping small valuables. The alarm went off in Anna’s mind. Her killer, maybe? Only one way to find out.
Anna crept into the living room and felt along for something hard for defense. She happened to find one of Rihoko’s unused textbooks in the bookcase. The woman braced herself to attack and move forward. The thief was about to leave with the loot when he noticed someone standing right behind him. He quickly whipped around.
“What the…” he began to yelp. CRASH! Out like rotting fish in the trash. When he came to, the boy had a throbbing headache.
“What the hell…” he mumbled. The boy found that he couldn’t move. He quickly looked down. Packing cords had him strapped down to the chair. He tried to get away, but that proved to be pointless.
“Damn it,” he mumbled to himself. “How the hell did this happen?” It was then the boy noticed that the lights were brightly on in the living room. His eyes widened some.
“Oh…” the boy mumbled. Then, he looked ahead of him. Anna sat in front of him watching. The boy became confused and angry.
“What the f**k did you do to me?!?”
“I just knocked you out and bound you down so you couldn’t leave.”
“You bitch! Let me go now!”
“Uh-uh,” The boy snorted at the woman.
“Aw, what you’re going to hold me here until the police come? Ha! I ain’t scared of jail! I’m already in the system! In fact, I just got out of juvi!”
“Nope,” The boy was really confused now.
“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“No!”
“Then… what are you going to do with me?” Anna didn’t answer. She studied him for a minute. The psychology minor degree got right to work in her head. The boy glared at her coldly.
“What the f**k are you staring at?!?”
“I sense some bitterness,”
“You think?”
“What’s the problem?”
“You’re holding me here against my will or are you blind?” Anna shook her head.
“It’s more than that,” The boy glared on at her.
“Look, I’ll give the stuff back. Just let me go!”
“Shhh! I’m working here!” The boy sighed annoyed. What was with this woman? What was she plotting here? Anna stared on still.
“Shouldn’t you be doing some homework or a school club activity?” The boy snorted again.
“No! I skipped school for the whole day!”
“Do your parents know where you are?” The boy snorted once more. This caught her interest.
“Home troubles, huh?”
“Not anymore…”
“Huh?” The boy glared on at her.
“My mom is a drunk-high slut who can’t remember that I’m her son. Her boyfriend is an abusive piece of shit who made me his personal punching bag! I took it every day until I ran away from home four years ago!”
“Pity,”
“Look, can you let me go now, lady? What more do you want from me?” Anna didn’t speak. So far, he didn’t fit the part of her killer. This was just a normal kid who was trying to rob the manor with bad timing. But still, he needed to be kept under close watch until confirmed innocent. Yet, one thing remained…
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Seita!”
“Seita what?”
“Tojo Seita! Now can you let me go?” Anna smiled at him kindly.
“Nice to meet you, Seita. I’m Kimoto Anna.” The boy was surprised, but didn’t show it (He too knew about the Eda-Kimoto clan stories). Suddenly, the front door slid open.
“We’re home!” Rihoko called as she and her daughter walked inside. They came across the “ghost” and the thief in the living room. The family looked on confused.
“Anna-san,” Rihoko said. “Who is this? What’s going on here?” The “ghost” stood up smiling.
“My buddy, Seita, here is staying here for dinner!” she announced. She turned to her hostage.
“Tojo Seita,” Anna said. “These are my friends, Tanaka Rihoko and her cute little daughter, Yoko-chan.”
“Hi,” the girls said.
“Hi,” the boy mumbled, annoyed. Anna clapped her hand together smiling.
“Great!” she said. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?” Everyone nodded uncertain.
“Good,” Anna said. “Seita, could you be a dear and help Yoko-chan prepare dinner?” The boy rolled his eyes.
“Like I have a choice,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Sorry?” the “ghost” questioned, pretending not to hear him.
“Sure,” Seita tried again fake-happy. “I’d be happy to help!”
“Good!” Anna repeated. She freed him from his bindings and helped the boy to his feet. The “ghost” nudged the hostage to the little girl. Both walked into the kitchen with Anna watching sternly. That is how Tojo Seita came to live at Kimoto Manor, against his will, in the beginning.
February 15th, 2005. The boy sat on the living room floor in the early hours of the morning. Bruised left cheek bone. Cut on the lower lip. Two black eyes. Valentine’s Day was fun for him! No thanks to his mom’s boyfriend, of course. He seemed to hate that kid so. Why? Jealousy? Something to do? No telling. Did the boy’s mother care? Ha! The mom was too dunk/high to even notice that she had a son. This was evident when she asked him who he was every morning. The boy grew to accept this loveless home life for a while.
Last night did it for him though. The boyfriend went overkill on him. Poor kid never stood a chance. It’s always the same. Lip and beat down, as usual. Only, something changed then. The boy was… actually… angry. Four years of sorrow caved way to rage. Why was he the punching bag for this douche bag’s drunken hemorrhage? Time to fight back.
The boy gave it his all. Too bad the boyfriend had the upper hand. Under a minute, the kid was knocked out cold. The boyfriend stood over the victim, smirking.
“Stupid kid!” he muttered. The man walked away after that. Last night’s beating led to the boy’s two a.m. decision. He couldn’t take living in this loveless Hell anymore! So, the boy packed up his things and ran away from home. Simple as that.
May 2009. The Shinigami left for the day. Anna was alone once again. Only this time, she felt better. Surprised, but better. “I am a witch,” she thought as she went into the manor. The woman knew, but she hadn’t thought much about it. But now… the whole Eda-Kimoto had struck her interests. They had baited her mind like a fish to a worm on a hook. She just had to learn more about her family. Right now, however, Anna needed to sleep. She hadn’t known a bed since the night before Henry left. It hadn’t hit her until now. So, Anna dragged herself to Daisuke’s office for a little sleep. Once there, she collapsed onto the futon and took a nap.
Several hours to sundown, Anna awoke to someone opening the front door. At first, she was a little drowsy/out of it. “/Rihoko back already?/” she thought. The woman slowly got up and wandered down the hall. The manor was still dark. Anna slowly began to realize the situation. Rihoko and Yoko-chan weren’t home yet. Okay, so who was here with her? Anna kept quiet and peeked into the living room. A figure was robbing the manor in the dark. The woman studied him closely. This intruder looked like Hisoka’s physical age. Due to the lack of light, she could only see his back as he was swiping small valuables. The alarm went off in Anna’s mind. Her killer, maybe? Only one way to find out.
Anna crept into the living room and felt along for something hard for defense. She happened to find one of Rihoko’s unused textbooks in the bookcase. The woman braced herself to attack and move forward. The thief was about to leave with the loot when he noticed someone standing right behind him. He quickly whipped around.
“What the…” he began to yelp. CRASH! Out like rotting fish in the trash. When he came to, the boy had a throbbing headache.
“What the hell…” he mumbled. The boy found that he couldn’t move. He quickly looked down. Packing cords had him strapped down to the chair. He tried to get away, but that proved to be pointless.
“Damn it,” he mumbled to himself. “How the hell did this happen?” It was then the boy noticed that the lights were brightly on in the living room. His eyes widened some.
“Oh…” the boy mumbled. Then, he looked ahead of him. Anna sat in front of him watching. The boy became confused and angry.
“What the f**k did you do to me?!?”
“I just knocked you out and bound you down so you couldn’t leave.”
“You bitch! Let me go now!”
“Uh-uh,” The boy snorted at the woman.
“Aw, what you’re going to hold me here until the police come? Ha! I ain’t scared of jail! I’m already in the system! In fact, I just got out of juvi!”
“Nope,” The boy was really confused now.
“You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“No!”
“Then… what are you going to do with me?” Anna didn’t answer. She studied him for a minute. The psychology minor degree got right to work in her head. The boy glared at her coldly.
“What the f**k are you staring at?!?”
“I sense some bitterness,”
“You think?”
“What’s the problem?”
“You’re holding me here against my will or are you blind?” Anna shook her head.
“It’s more than that,” The boy glared on at her.
“Look, I’ll give the stuff back. Just let me go!”
“Shhh! I’m working here!” The boy sighed annoyed. What was with this woman? What was she plotting here? Anna stared on still.
“Shouldn’t you be doing some homework or a school club activity?” The boy snorted again.
“No! I skipped school for the whole day!”
“Do your parents know where you are?” The boy snorted once more. This caught her interest.
“Home troubles, huh?”
“Not anymore…”
“Huh?” The boy glared on at her.
“My mom is a drunk-high slut who can’t remember that I’m her son. Her boyfriend is an abusive piece of shit who made me his personal punching bag! I took it every day until I ran away from home four years ago!”
“Pity,”
“Look, can you let me go now, lady? What more do you want from me?” Anna didn’t speak. So far, he didn’t fit the part of her killer. This was just a normal kid who was trying to rob the manor with bad timing. But still, he needed to be kept under close watch until confirmed innocent. Yet, one thing remained…
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Seita!”
“Seita what?”
“Tojo Seita! Now can you let me go?” Anna smiled at him kindly.
“Nice to meet you, Seita. I’m Kimoto Anna.” The boy was surprised, but didn’t show it (He too knew about the Eda-Kimoto clan stories). Suddenly, the front door slid open.
“We’re home!” Rihoko called as she and her daughter walked inside. They came across the “ghost” and the thief in the living room. The family looked on confused.
“Anna-san,” Rihoko said. “Who is this? What’s going on here?” The “ghost” stood up smiling.
“My buddy, Seita, here is staying here for dinner!” she announced. She turned to her hostage.
“Tojo Seita,” Anna said. “These are my friends, Tanaka Rihoko and her cute little daughter, Yoko-chan.”
“Hi,” the girls said.
“Hi,” the boy mumbled, annoyed. Anna clapped her hand together smiling.
“Great!” she said. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?” Everyone nodded uncertain.
“Good,” Anna said. “Seita, could you be a dear and help Yoko-chan prepare dinner?” The boy rolled his eyes.
“Like I have a choice,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Sorry?” the “ghost” questioned, pretending not to hear him.
“Sure,” Seita tried again fake-happy. “I’d be happy to help!”
“Good!” Anna repeated. She freed him from his bindings and helped the boy to his feet. The “ghost” nudged the hostage to the little girl. Both walked into the kitchen with Anna watching sternly. That is how Tojo Seita came to live at Kimoto Manor, against his will, in the beginning.
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