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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
3,303
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 33
AN: Okay, so the letters need to be cleaned up a little. When I wrote it I wasn't really in the mood, but at the same time I need to get away from this story, I need it to be done. I will revisit it and clean it up, and possibly add and subtract, but for now this is the finished (yet unfinished) product.
Chapter 33
The Future and the Past
Letters and Headlines
Ten years later Mr. Evans opened the paper to see Minako’s smiling face. Her name was hardly different, though Nemesis had changed his slightly, but the two of them had fallen comfortably into identities that had made them someone else.
Darkitorio and Wife Adopt
Neil and Mina Darkitorio, the world’s most famous violinists and founders of the Dragon’s Bane Orchestra, adopted a little girl. The girl, aged eight, was the daughter of Mina’s best friend, Mariko Shinobu, whom died last week by electrocution in the bathtub. After this horrific accident Mina could not see leaving the little girl to foster parents, as Mariko had no family, and decided to adopt.
Neil and Mina Darkiotorio have had troubles conceiving and feel this is the best way to go. “She’s already like a daughter to us,” Neil explained to local papers. “She’s been apart of our family for seven years, since Mariko and Mina had become friends again. This will not be an easy transition for her, but we hope to make it easier than it could be.”
The girl’s name has not been revealed to the press to protect her anonymity as of this time.
Dear Mariko,
How are things going for you? Things are great here. You know, the other day I was walking down the street and believed I saw you, but I knew it could not be you. What would you have been doing so close to Rose Manor? I miss you every day and wish I could bring you up to visit. Sometimes I wish I could escape and come to visit you. I’m sorry this is short, so much to study!
Write back soon,
Minako
Dear Minako,
No, too far south to have been anywhere near the Rose Manor, but I suspect the girl had to be beautiful if you thought she were me.
Things are awful here. I want to see you. I want to be with you. I want more than this.
Please come save me!
Mariko
Dear Mariko,
You would not believe what the Dark Trio has talked me into… I need to tell someone. I need to just express myself to someone…
Mariko stepped out from the bathroom and handed the letter over to Bartholomew Rose. He took it from her and looked down upon it with scrutiny that was reading straight through it.
“So, they plan to eviscerate me,” he smirked.
“Which is why you should eviscerate them.”
“Where did you get that?” Mr. Rose admired the shotgun that Mariko pulled out of her small luggage case that she had kept by the bed. She ran her fingers over her stomach as he took it from her hands, her anger rushing up to her face.
If not for him she would be in some in-bred town in the tip of the country with her mother. If not for his rescue, for his prodding, for his love, she would have been caught, forced to marry someone who would take her, dull thing she was and all.
“No matter where I got it,” Mariko said coyly. “All that matters is you watch how you use it. They may mean more than to expose you, and you want to be prepared.”
Dear Rosemarie,
If you are reading this letter I have died. What a horrific way to start a letter, but I suspect it to be the truth. You see, Draco, who now goes by David, your aunt and uncle’s best friend, is trying to kill me. He found out your true parentage, he found out that Bartholomew Rose is your real father, and he found out… that I am the reason his best friend was killed. Please, Rosemarie, follow our plan.
I love you, sweetie,
Mariko
The Future and the Past
Letters and Headlines
Ten years later Mr. Evans opened the paper to see Minako’s smiling face. Her name was hardly different, though Nemesis had changed his slightly, but the two of them had fallen comfortably into identities that had made them someone else.
Darkitorio and Wife Adopt
Neil and Mina Darkitorio, the world’s most famous violinists and founders of the Dragon’s Bane Orchestra, adopted a little girl. The girl, aged eight, was the daughter of Mina’s best friend, Mariko Shinobu, whom died last week by electrocution in the bathtub. After this horrific accident Mina could not see leaving the little girl to foster parents, as Mariko had no family, and decided to adopt.
Neil and Mina Darkiotorio have had troubles conceiving and feel this is the best way to go. “She’s already like a daughter to us,” Neil explained to local papers. “She’s been apart of our family for seven years, since Mariko and Mina had become friends again. This will not be an easy transition for her, but we hope to make it easier than it could be.”
The girl’s name has not been revealed to the press to protect her anonymity as of this time.
Dear Mariko,
How are things going for you? Things are great here. You know, the other day I was walking down the street and believed I saw you, but I knew it could not be you. What would you have been doing so close to Rose Manor? I miss you every day and wish I could bring you up to visit. Sometimes I wish I could escape and come to visit you. I’m sorry this is short, so much to study!
Write back soon,
Minako
Dear Minako,
No, too far south to have been anywhere near the Rose Manor, but I suspect the girl had to be beautiful if you thought she were me.
Things are awful here. I want to see you. I want to be with you. I want more than this.
Please come save me!
Mariko
Dear Mariko,
You would not believe what the Dark Trio has talked me into… I need to tell someone. I need to just express myself to someone…
Mariko stepped out from the bathroom and handed the letter over to Bartholomew Rose. He took it from her and looked down upon it with scrutiny that was reading straight through it.
“So, they plan to eviscerate me,” he smirked.
“Which is why you should eviscerate them.”
“Where did you get that?” Mr. Rose admired the shotgun that Mariko pulled out of her small luggage case that she had kept by the bed. She ran her fingers over her stomach as he took it from her hands, her anger rushing up to her face.
If not for him she would be in some in-bred town in the tip of the country with her mother. If not for his rescue, for his prodding, for his love, she would have been caught, forced to marry someone who would take her, dull thing she was and all.
“No matter where I got it,” Mariko said coyly. “All that matters is you watch how you use it. They may mean more than to expose you, and you want to be prepared.”
Dear Rosemarie,
If you are reading this letter I have died. What a horrific way to start a letter, but I suspect it to be the truth. You see, Draco, who now goes by David, your aunt and uncle’s best friend, is trying to kill me. He found out your true parentage, he found out that Bartholomew Rose is your real father, and he found out… that I am the reason his best friend was killed. Please, Rosemarie, follow our plan.
I love you, sweetie,
Mariko