mariesharley9

(( Yay x) Well I'm going to do a bit of role-playing from the man who killed Kiyoko's mother's side also, to get that plan going x3 ))

Kiyoko smiled, a grin that went from ear to ear that hasn't shone for a long time. She looked over at her new companions and inside her heart skipped a few beats. Yet, it wasn't that painful jump that it has made so often in the past; it was a good feeling. "Thank you," she said to Nel happy that she could use magic in front of someone for the first time without getting in major trouble. Although, her mind was wandering a bit far from magic. It was wandering into some old memories, yet it traveled to one particular memory. This memory took place when she was 12, and she traveled back to her home for the first time in many years.

"Michael!" Kiyoko called from the front door of her home, "I'm going for a walk."
No answer. How typical.
"Bye Kiyoko!" her little step-sibling Rebecca yelled.
"Don't come back!" Rebecca's twin sister Julia cheered.
Kiyoko sighed and closed her front door gently, despite the stress rising in her system. Something drew her outside, and it was curiosity that was the source. Who killed her mother? She wondered that for many years. As she walked she kept her eyes towards the sidewalk on her way to the place she called her home, that was destroyed all those years ago. Over an hour passed as well as the fact that she was so exhausted the sight of her home brought great happiness to her. Memories over-filled her like a tidal wave, but then the memory of hearing her mother cry in pain shattered her happiness like a stone to a mirror.
Adrenaline filled her system as she ran towards her home, wanting, needing to know what lied in her past. She stopped at the unfamiliar yellow tape around her house. It surrounded her entire house with the words "Do Not Cross" repeated in big bold letters. Kiyoko ducked under the tape as she opened her front door and walked in her house. As she took a deep breath in she took in the scent of the remains of what seemed like a dead body. It was a very unpleasant odor, as was the sight of splattered blood on the floorboards. She bent by the blood and touched the floorboards, her eyes closed in endless thought patterns. Opening her eyes, Kiyoko stood up and went over to the cabinet, glancing at where her mother's body used to lay.
"The body was moved, but... where's the chalk outline that police usually draw in a murder investigation?" she asked herself as she opened cabinet after cabinet. A memory suddenly hit her like a bullet as she remembered her mother's voice telling her, "I have a secret hiding place too." They were playing hide and seek when she was five, and no matter how hard she looked she could not find her mother. Her mother wouldn't tell her where that secret hiding place was, and Kiyoko KNEW it wasn't the secret hiding place that she always hid in.
"Where could it be? Mama? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked the ceiling as she walked up the stairs as quickly as she could. Door after door, cabinet after cabinet, drawer after drawer, and yet Kiyoko could STILL not find the hiding place.
"Maybe there was something we missed," a female's voice spoke from outside.
"We've been on this investigation for over five years now. The body is no where to be found, and neither is a murder weapon. Let's just put this in the unsolved file, and be done with it," a male's voice replied, obviously exhausted.
"Shit!" Kiyoko cursed under her breath. If she was caught she'd be put into questioning, and that would lead to some very bad things. Odds are she'd end up in Juvi somehow, and Michael wouldn't even care. She ran to first floor and slipped out of the back door, running as fast as she could back into her forest cutting through peoples' backyards to get back home.

Mama... I'll avenge your death someday, she promised to herself as a completely new thought traveled to her head. She looked at her talented group of acquaintances and asked, "Can you summon ghosts?"

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"Ah Kiyoko," a man in a long dark coat breathed with a stern expression on his face, "you can run and hide, but I will find you my dear. You're my target, and I must not fail. The deadline is coming soon, and we need all of the gifted ones we can find." He put his sword that was coated in new blood from another person who just 'happened to get in the way'. Everyone has gotten near their target, trapped, captured, and even enslaved their target. Hell, they even have gotten assigned to a new one! Why does this little brat keep getting away? his thoughts raced as he slid down against a nearby tree and rested there.
His name was Kanji, and he was a member of The Organization.

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