well, I've started some one shots, but know nobody will read them..anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
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Related by blood
It's a beautiful day...
I love everything in the city..the trees, the people, the blue sky...
It was almost at that time a few years ago that I almost didn't want to see it ever again.
My name is Ai Kago and I can't tell you how glad I am that things are going my way again. Sure, I liked things when I was with Morning Musume, but I'm a adult now. It's time for me to spread my wings and go all the way in everything I do!
I have a TV appearance to do today as well as a radio interview in a couple of hours. After that, I have the whole day to myself. I wonder what I should do? Maybe I can walk Downy around the city or something along that matter. Maybe I can call up someone to go out for dinner. I can probably go back home to Nara and check up with my mother. Maybe I can..
Wait a minute..what do I see here?
Someone's crying..I wonder what's wrong?
I walk over to the person and ask what's wrong and I see something very familiar to me.
His arm was bleeding. He had cut himself.
I have done it before when I was fired, and I remember it being the lowest I have ever felt in my life.
"Hey," I tapped on his shoulder. "You're bleeding."
"I don't care," he said between tears.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere."
"Just leave me alone."
"You can't be out here bleeding. Come on, let me take you someplace."
"Leave me alone."
I couldn't see him like this. He was beginning to make me cry. "Do you know who I am?" I asked.
He didn't say anything. I got a few napkins out of my purse as I clenched them on his arm. As I got him up, the napkins were already red with blood. I took him somewhere secluded as I looked at his arm. He didn't cut his wrist, but he came close. "Why did you do that?" I asked.
He never said a word, he just kept crying.
"Look at me." I held his face up to mine. "I want to help you," I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I've done it before too."
"Yeah, right."
I showed him my scars, which I had used a pair of kitchen shears to cut my wrists. He looked at them as I held his wrist to stop the bleeding. "I know exactly what you're going through," I said.
"No you don't," he replied.
"I do too. You're scared and hurt, you don't know who to turn to and you feel like everyone's turned their back on you. Believe me, I've been where you are now."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because, I want to be your friend."
"I don't need any."
"Yes you do." I gripped his hand tight and hugged him. "I won't leave you," I whispered to him.
"But, I'm a foreigner."
"So? I still want to be your friend."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Ai Kago."
"Wait..THE Ai Kago?"
"Of course, silly. Here, let me give you my email address." I pulled out a pen and paper and wrote him my address in English. I told him I knew English and could write in English for him. There was one last thing I gave him before I left. "Wear this on you wrist," I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"That way, no one will know that you cut yourself."
"I'm sorry if I.."
"Don't apologize. I was in the same position and I want to help you now."
"Guess we have something in common now."
"Sadly yes, but I want to have something happier in common."
"I'll write you tonight."
"I can't wait," I smiled. I hugged him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and left. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of the day with him. However, I still had a job to do. Of course, I wish I could have brought him to work with me, but that wouldn't work either.
I didn't tell anybody about him, not for the radio or TV. I kept him as my secret all until I got home. When I turned on the computer, there were no emails. He probably was out for the night. I decided to go to bed early and wait until the next morning.
Days went by and still no message. I was beginning to worry if I completely lost him forever. I was trying to make sure that he didn't make a mistake that he would regret. I began to cry every night, hoping that my pleas for him didn't go unreturned. Then, a week later, I turned on the computer and saw two messages: one from my friend, asking me to go to dinner tonight.
The second one made me smile completely.
Hello, it's me. The one you gave the armband. I'm sorry if I haven't replied earlier. Can we talk?
We began to talk all day and the days after that. It was good to see someone who was like me at one time.
Now, I know I'm not alone. I also know that he isn't alone either.