Secret or Sacred?

It was a fine morning to Osaka where Haruto and his new family lives…

He got up early and his main intention was to find a locksmith in the town. He wrapped the golden box in a silk clothe In order to protect it. He could see the sun rays reaching the plants awaking them. The cold breeze floated around his face giving the hope of the next winter...

Within some time he arrived to the crowded town and he barely found a shop in the corner of the street.

There was a thin man and he was skinny as a beanpole…Tom took out his box and unwrapped it. The man looked amazed when he saw Haruto and the golden box. What he saw was a foreigner with a treasure in its' hands and no wonder why he thought like that because of his foreign characteristics.

"Can, you give me a fitting key for this?" he asked gently.

The locksmith took it to his hand and turned around. He was amazed by seeing the unusual shape of the keyhole. It look like an angle opening its' wings.

"No young man, its' not a usual shape that my keys can fix, where did you get this from? if you can sell it to me, I can give you money valuable than this piece" he said cunningly.

"Thank you but It's from my grandmother, I don't want to sell it to you" he replied knowing that deceiving a deceiver is no knavery.

The locksmith was so attracted for the box and he was gluttonous to return the box to Haruto, he quickly noticed something strange on the locksmith. His hands started to shiver and his eyes looked as he wanted to say something. Haruto still looked puzzeled at the locksmith but he looked as a limestone statue.

A tear drop felt from his eyes….

Haruto knew that there's something wrong with him and he asked for help from others but unfortunately death has reserved him already…

Everyone were staring at Haruto as he assassinated the locksmith. His face was paled with confusion. "What happened…" he talked to himself. The policemen came for the inspection but, he was released because there weren't any proves against him.

Haruto returned to his home quickly as possible. His head was struggling with millions of questions…

"Did he died normally?" he questioned himself but he didn't have any answers for his own made questionnaire.

It was back in the Town…

The locksmith was still alive.

Haruto couldn't believe himself. "Am i dreaming" he thought scrubbing his eyes.

The locksmith was smiling and was talking with Haruto as nothing happened. As soon as he felt a difference in the environment.

Everything was going black and the locksmith was cracking his neck and his smile was turned to a vile smirk and its' eyes were filled with grimance. He could hear the Lub Dub sound of his heart from his ears. Everyone were looking at him as it's a puppet show. He was sweating as in the Death Valley… "Am i in a horror movie" he thought to himself.

The golden box felt from his hands and it was shining as a gold mine.

AWOKE!!!

He was sweating and was amazed to see himself in his futon. It was still 2:00 o'clock.

It took sometime for Haruto to forget the nightmare...

It was morning and he still upset because of the freaky dream he saw last night.The sun rays were passing from the windows to the Chabudai ( A short legged table used in Japan) and the golden box was glittering though it was wrapped. His eyes were filled with amazement by this with a fear in his mind as well. He quickly ran to the uncles' room and bought his suitcase, he was in a hurry to put the golden box in the suitcase... "Oh god help me out with this freaking thing…", he shouted. He quickly packed the suitcase as it was and kept it were it was. He could relax his mind from the dangerous nightmare.

The tall bamboo trees were covered with the snowflakes with the time being, and this winter had become harder this time for the village where Uncle Fusao went and it will take time for them to return home. The wind was howling outside and the roofs were buried with snow. People were busy taking the snow away from their gardens…

The darkness arrives very quickly than before, TOK TOK TOK… He heared a knocking sound outside.

"Who's coming at this time?" he thought curiously.

It was an old woman in with a long stick in front of his door. She looked exhausted.

"Who are you?" he asked…

" Oh! boy could you take me inside", she answered.

"Yes come in…" he gave a warm welcome.

"Why are you out at this time?" he asked.

"I've lost my way to go home child" she answered.

Haruto is a kind hearted man and he served some food to the old woman. She was happy to find Haruto and she was looking at his face as she was examining him.

He was confused about what she's doing…

"You're not someone supposed to be like this young man…" she said amazingly.

" What do you mean?" Haruto asked from her eagerly

"Some call me as insane, and some call me as a sorcerer but I'm a descended from the truth." she said bravely.

"I can see a bright future for you but you will have many losings as well, One day you will be someone above holy of holies but it's not going to happen until you belong here…."

It was a confusing statement for Haruto.

Should he believe in this old woman's word?

But fastly than he thought, he understood that there's something he should believe.

"A secret which isn't relieved Is confusing you right? She questioned tactfully.

With her words Harutos' eyes blew with air.

"Can you read my eyes?" he asked from the old woman.

"YES I can, but i can see that there are many things which you don't know even child."

"WAKE FROM DEATH AND RETURN TO LIFE CHILD , FIND YOUR DESTINY", she said as a professional sorcerer.

It was creating an alphabet soup in Harutos'mind and meanwhile he saw a hope in the old womans' eyes, She was acting as she knew something but she didn't pretend to say it…