The library
"No!" I screamed as the sound of the gun went off, "Mommy! No!" there was nothing to be done now though, Daddy was dead, and he was not coming back. Mommy tried to console me, to make me see that it was for the better, but all I could do was cry. I missed him, it was far too quiet in the house without the usual yelling and screaming that had echoed through our house. And mommy was so sad. I did not know anything that I could do to help her. I thought she must miss him as much as I did, but nothing I did would help.
I shook the memory out of my head quickly, along with the quiet music that had accompanied those days. I then turned my attention back to the road before me, I did not know what had made me fade out like that. It never happened, especially not while I was on the road. I had put that memory behind me.
I pulled my black motorcycle into the driveway of the house where my mother and I lived, and turned of the engine. I stared up at that old house with it's crumbling shingles and peeling paint. I did not want to go inside. I was afraid of what I would see.
Nevertheless I did walk inside, my long black hair falling over my black coat. "I'm home!" I yelled into the darkness. The only answer was silence. I placed my bag down on the table and walked into the kitchen. There were bottles there. Three of them, just recently emptied, one of rum and two of Whiskey. I frowned at them, and then turned the light back off. She was probably passed out upstairs again.
I hated it when she got like this. She had promised to come to our show tonight, I had searched the crowd, but there had been no sign of her. I did not expect for her to be there though, considering the fact that she saw our band as evil, and thought we needed to repent our sins. I rolled my dark eyes at the thought but could not hold in the tears that had been welling up within them. I had so wished that she would come, I knew it had been too much to hope for, but she was my mother. My own mother thought I was evil.
I could feel the rain beating down on the roof as I headed for the door. I hated the silence. "Mom! I'm going out!" I yelled, louder than I needed to. I listened for a moment for her reply, and when there was nothing I left, slamming the door loudly.
I was greeted by the wind. It blew angrily at me, almost as if my mother's prayers were being answered and her "evil" daughter was feeling the wrath of an unforgiving god. The long tails of my coat flew out behind me and I began to run, straight on, into the wind. "You wont take me." I whispered softly.
The koto played softly, in tune with the howling of the wind, Reain bit into my face and lightniing flashed in the distance. I kept on running. She had liked to play the koto, sometimes at night before I went to bed, my father and I would sit there and listen to her sweet playing. She had smashed the instrument on the night of his death.
I tried to block out the sound of that sad instrument, but nothing would keep it and the howling wind from my ears. The rain pounded on my face and I stopped running. I stood there facing the wind, my salty tears mixing with the clear rain. "What do you want?" I screamed into the wind, "If you are out there why not proove it? Try to get me, try to take me away! You are not my god!" with the last words my voice gave out a bit and I collapsed on the ground in tears.
"Mommy, Daddy, come quick, come see the fireflies!" I shouted as I ran about the yard, in awe of the beautiful shimmering lights.
My father came out of the house first, with my mother close behind him, they looked so amazing, so happy. I smiled and ran over to them.
"They are lights sent down by God's angels," my mother said smiling down at me. . . So happy. . .
"You are not my god," I said again, this time in a whisper. I did not hear the sound of footsteps behind me.
"Are you alright?" I heard a deep voice say. I turned around toward its owner, and looked at him through a fog of tears. And gasped.
There before me stood the most beatiful man I had ever seen. His hair, which fell almost to his waist, was white as faerie silk, with a slight shimmer of silver to it. His eyes, shone blue, an almost impossible blue like the sky in the morning. He was smiling with perfect white teeth.
"Are you an angel?" I asked looking at him wide eyed. He only smiled
"I am Warui Arago, and I can help you, so I suppose you could say that I am an angel of sorts, although I would not go that far myself." His voice was almost frightening but I did not sense anything dangerous from him.
I smiled up at him and wiped away my tears. "How can you help me?" I asked, not quite believing. I had heard of demons that would appear and offer help, then take your soul, but surely none could be so beautiful.
His smile widened. "You will see when the time is right, I will give you whatever you want, power, eternal life . . . freedom," he lingered on the last word, "all I want from you, is your name."
I looked at him, puzzled, then saw that he was holding a black book to me, along with a pen. I stared at it for a moment or two, my miind screaming no, that he was the devil, that I should not sell him my soul simply for a shred of happiness. Then I took it, and signed the book, my signature bright red beneath nearly faded ancient looking names.
He took the book back and bowed to me, and then he vanished, just like that. I did not feel fear though, for maybe the first time in ages. I felt no fear at the things in the darkness that were watching me.
I have been told all of my life that I should fear God, and that if i am not careful I will go to hell. That the Devil wants my soul. My name is Kazeko, I play guitar in the band Mayonaka . . . Midnight, maybe I was destined for darkness. Well guess what, no more little nice witch girl. Now it's my turn to raise Hell.