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    ~Chapter One~

    I stood in front of a door that I have been searching for all my life. The question is, can I open it after so long? Or keep it closed and walk away, never finding out the truth. I knew I wouldn't be able to talk, but I had my sketchbook with me. All I hope is that he will understand my sketches, instead of words. My hand raised to the door, and I knocked on it twice. I heard footsteps heading to the door, and I was immiediately pulled into a memory, that I didn't want to see.

    ~Flashback~

    I sat there waiting for Midori. After her emergency call, I'm beginning to wonder if it was a prank call. I looked at received calls, and had Midori's ID in there. Strange. Then I heard quiet, but quick footsteps heading towards me. I look up to see a group of men. They all ask me, "Whats a pretty girl like you doing in place like this?" I answered their question honestly, "I'm looking for my friend Midori. She had called me about an emergency. Have you seen her?" I showed them a picture of Midori on my cell phone. They all looked to each other and smirked. I didn't notice one was behind me until I felt a huge pain in the back of my head. I wanted to know what they were thinking but I was going to have to find that out when I wake up again, I fell in unconciousness.

    ~End of Flashback~

    I was pulled out of my flashback when I heard a middle aged man yell at me, "HEY GIRL DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! ITS FREAKING 3:00 IN THE MORNING!!!! You better have a good reason to wake me up.!" The whole time he was on his rampage, I looked down unable to face him. The man rolled his eyes and was about to turn around until I held up my hand signalling him to stop. I then began drawing a picture of my dead mother, I only had one picture but at least I knew what she looked like. When I finished drawing it, I showed the man. His eyes widened and he walked up to the picture. On the verge of tears, as he touched the drawing's face gently while sayin softly , "Nariko...."

    After a bit of staring, he turned back his attention to me. He spoke a little bit calmer now but curious, "H-How did you know about my dead wife?" I drew another sketch but of my mother holding a newborn baby. The man stared at it until his eyes when he realized what I had meant. He spoke a little shocked, "Your my daughter?" I nodded. The man stared at me, beginning to notice his and his wife's features in me. Then spoke again, "But thats impossible... The doctors had told me my wife had died after a while of giving birth to the baby. Are you telling me that they were lying?" I thought aboutmy respone very carefully and slowly nodded my head. I focussed back on my sketchbook and began drawing a little annimation scene in it.

    I showed it to him and flipped throught the pages and saw that the doctors had given my mother the wrong baby. They had noticed it wasn't breathing. But when realizing it wasn't my mother's they tried to take it from her. That was until they saw that she had died of a heart attack. They must of guessed it was because of the dead baby. And she thought it was hers. They didn't want to break the really terrible news so fast. So they went back into the nursing room to realize that they had given me to another parent. They new it wasn't theirs, but they had figured out that their child is dead. They had pleaded the doctor to just tell the father that the baby had died. He merely nodded and left the room.

    The man spoke, "And that was when they had come to tell me that Nariko had died giving birth to the baby. And that the baby had died in the process. Why couldn't they have told me the truth... But if what you are telling me is true... Then your my real daughter?" I smiled a little bit and nodded. My father spoke, "Well I finally get to see my daughter after 17 years of not knowing that she existed.... My child please come here and give your father a hug." I walked over to him quickly and hugged him. He smiled as he held me close, "Now I know that Nariko let us meet so we can be happy. I'm sure if your mother was still alive, she would of been proud."

    I stared at him, listening to him as he told me stories of my mother. I finally found it. My real father.... My foster parents had told me on my 17th birthday that they had adopted me, when they had found out that their child had died. They told me the whole story. They even told me my father's name. They wanted us to meet so that we could be a happy family. And now here I am, listening to my real father. I smiled as he continued his tales, and he noticed a scar on my arm. He took my arm gently and looked it over. He looked at me and spoke, "My child, what is this?"

    My eyes teared up, and I drew what had happened to earn that scar. It was a scene of me, being raped by 3 men, and my best friend, Midori was watching... My eyes became clouded and I put my face in my hands as my fatherlooked throught the sketchbook. I knew that I was crying, and it hurt so much. When I think of that incident, I would always be like this. My father touched my shoulder gently and spoke, "My child, no wonder you haven't spoken. This whole think made you mute. But do you think you can write out your name?"

    I grabbed a pencil and a sheet of paper, and began writing my name as my hands would stop shaking. My father said my name, "Mai.... Mai Hisoka." He stared at me and comforted me as I continued to cry. He comforted me for the rest of the night, never leaving my side.He spoke in my ear, "Your last name is Hisoka, like mommy and daddy. We're a family now Mai. Your my daughter and I'm never going to let anything happen to you again. You can cry as much as your want but I'm here for you. You can cry on daddy's shoulder, ok?" I nodded and continued to cried on his shoulder. He held me and began humming a lullaby. He whispered to me, "This was the lullaby your would sing to you while you were in her stomach." He continued to hum it until I had fallen asleep. I knew I shouldn't be so trusting. But right now, he's all I can hold on...