The Five Reasons: Prologue

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Prologue
In an instant, a gunshot sounded through the air, a couple collapsed; blood seeping out of their throats.

Sirens blared, Arthur saw a huge crowd of people gathering around them; he pulled Alfred close to him.

“Don’t leave my side, whatever you do, don’t get separated from me.”

His little brother nodded, and gripped his hand tightly.

Arthur made his way to the center of the crowd, ambulance and police vehicles began to sound, officers and medics began clearing the way to the victims.

Arthur’s eyes widened, he covered Alfred’s eyes, “Alfie, don’t look.”

Their parents were lying dead in a pool of blood, shot to death with only one bullet, an expert sniper who managed to take them both out with a single shot.

''Arthur looked away, and tried to hold back tears. He felt Alfred tugging on his coat.''

''“Artie, what’s wrong? You’re about to cry…”''

Arthur hugged Alfred to his chest, “N-nothing Alfie… It’s just…”

“Death isn’t nothing,” A voice said, “and the longer you hide it, the harder it will be for your brother when you do tell him.”

Arthur looked up, there was a girl about his age with flowing dark brown hair tied up with a red rubber band, she had cold, yet understanding blue eyes, she wore a light green sundress and something told Arthur that she’d been through this before.

“Come on,” She reached out her hand to him, “You’ll need to find a place to stay.” 

The girl pulled Arthur up, “Do you have any relatives nearby?” 

“No.” He sniffled

The girl cursed under her breath, “Well, in that case, you can either go to foster homes, where you and your brother may be split apart, or to the house of trustworthy friends of your parents.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No way are Alfred and I getting separated!”  Arthur shouted

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Calm down! Do you know any friends of your parents?”''

<p class="MsoNormal">Arthur’s face turned sour, “I don’t like the wanker, but I guess he’ll do, Francis Bonnefoy.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay then, where does he live?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Cross the street and walk left for one block, second house on the right.”

<p class="MsoNormal">They arrived at a fancy looking French villa; the girl rang the doorbell, with Arthur and Alfred behind her.

<p class="MsoNormal">A woman opened the door, “Hello?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hi, are you the Mrs. Bonnefoy, mother of Francis Bonnefoy?” the girl asked

<p class="MsoNormal">‘Y-yes, why?”

<p class="MsoNormal">''“Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones need a place to stay, at least for a while. You’ll know what I mean when you watch the news. Bye.”''

<p class="MsoNormal">''As the girl turned to leave, Arthur called out, “Wait! What’s your name?”''

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked at him, “Akuryu, Akuryu Jaakuna.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Arthur couldn’t help but stare as Akuryu disappeared into the crowd. <p class="MsoNormal">It would be ten more years before they ever met again.

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