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Kiyoko started to have a bit of a flashback remembering the time when she was only seven and first met her father.
"Hello little girl, are you lost or something?" a man in what looked to be in a police uniform asked as he approached little Kiyoko.
Kiyoko looked up, her breath short from running for so long and tears dried up on her face. She had tripped a few times from running, and now was covered in dirt and blood from when she had been with her mother for her mother's last breaths.
"Little girl? Are you... are you covered in blood?" he asked as he stepped a bit closer to Kiyoko getting a closer look at her.
Kiyoko didn't respond. Instead she just looked at the ground and started crying some more. Her mother said to keep running until she found her father, but didn't she say the police as well? Kiyoko had no idea what to think, or what to say to the policeman. She was always told in school that the people she could trust were her family, policemen, doctors, and firemen. So couldn't she trust him?
"Little girl, can you say something? I promise I won't hurt you," the policeman started to say as he knelt down on the ground and pulled out something that looked like a wallet out of his pocket. He opened it up and showed Kiyoko a shiny police badge and a picture of the man with his name by it. "See? That's me," he told her as he pointed at the picture. "And that shiny badge is what policemen get when they officially become a policeman; you can trust me don't worry," he told her as he put the something that looked like a wallet back in his pocket.
"I need to find my daddy..." Kiyoko mumbled keeping her eyes directed towards the ground.
"And where is your daddy?" he asked as he stood back up.
Kiyoko just shrugged her shoulders and started crying harder.
"Here," the policeman said as he picked up Kiyoko, "I'm going to take you to the station and we'll help you find your father ok?"
Kiyoko nodded as she was carried by the policeman to the police station. She was able to take a shower, and they had to take fingerprints and DNA samples to see who her blood-related father was. After several hours of waiting in the station listening to the many policemen chit-chat, typing on the computer, making important phone calls; a man with short finely trimmed blonde hair and a slender physique dressed business-like finally opened the front door of the police station.
"Hello?" the man started to say, "I got a call telling me my daughter was here?"
"Yes," the policeman who had carried Kiyoko said as he walked beside the seat Kiyoko was sitting in, "I found her wishing to find her father lost in the middle of nowhere. Is she yours?"
The man looked Kiyoko up and down then stared the policeman in the eyes and simply said, "No."
"That's a lie, her DNA and blood samples prove that you are her blood-related father. I have looked into your history and know that you are now married to a different woman and have children, but it is fact that this girl here is your daughter. She has no where else to go, and we cannot find her mother. Therefore you are responsible to take care of her," the policeman explained with a grim expression on his face.
"Fine. Come along Kiyoko," the man said obviously remembering her name as Kiyoko ran to her father and held his hand.
"In a week or two, we will need you to fill out some paperwork. As well as the fact that we will need to see the girl, I mean, Kiyoko again. Obviously she is yours since you remember her name," the policeman said as the man left with his daughter.
Kiyoko's father made no response and no effort to hold Kiyoko's hand as they both walked back to his car where she would be taken to his home to meet his family.
Kiyoko winced at the flashback, and started thinking back to very more unpleasant memories that happened following that experience. Yet, she managed to keep a calm composure as she looked over at Kai and said, "I'd rather not talk about why I would not like to go to my home. An hour seems perfectly fine to me. There was a school here, I just know it. So there must be students and teachers somewhere. Someone will find us."
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