Weird Package

"I just want to die! I'm not strong! Why is this feeling so painful, Tou-chan? He's always fickle. Do I really mean nothing to him?"

Kenkyo sobbed on her father's gravestone. Kenkyo didn't have the courage to rebel. All Kenkyo could do was complain here, at her father's grave. If possible, Kenkyo wanted to follow her father. However, there was something holding her back.

As of 1 year, Kenkyo became Shinsuke's wife. However, nothing has changed, Shinsuke's attitude remains the same. Ignore Kenkyo. Only in the figure of Masaru, Kenkyo can find the figure Kenkyo wants.

However, where is Masaru now? Kenkyo couldn't find Masaru again after the incident that night. The night that made Kenkyo the perfect woman.

Kenkyo was drowning in sorrow. Without Kenkyo knowing, someone was walking towards him.

"Hmph!!" Kenkyo struggled, her mouth covered with a handkerchief. Kenkyo began to smell a pungent smell. The next second, Kenkyo lost consciousness.

***

Shinsuke gets a mysterious package. No sender name. Shinsuke immediately opened the package. A mobile phone complete with its SIM CARD. Shinsuke activated the cell phone. Moments later, there was a call. Shinsuke hastily answered it.

'Wow, my package has arrived at your hands, Detective Takahashi'

"WHO ARE YOU, HUH?"

'I? Hmm, I am Kami-sama's messenger'

"Tch! If you just want to play around, you've chosen the wrong friend!"

'Oh, that's right. It's really boring to play with you. Maybe I should switch to playing with this caramel hair boy. Good grief! Her lips are so tiny. So cute~!'

"Wait! What do you mean, huh?!"

'The girl who used to live in your house is now with me. She's your sister, huh? Hm, but why not similar?'

"BREAK!! WHO ARE YOU?"

'In 2 hours if you're not here, I'll make sure to eliminate this brat!'

"FUCK! WHERE ARE YOU, HUH?"

'tut ... tut ... tut'

Call disconnected from the other side. Shinsuke was mad. Shinsuke slammed whatever he saw.

Shinsuke took out his cell phone and called his colleague in the police force.

"Takeru! Trace the place where the number that just called me at this number!"

***

Kenkyo slowly opened her eyes. Her head is dizzy. Kenkyo narrowed her eyes, adjusting to the blinding light. Kenkyo's head felt hot.

The big light was right above Kenkyo's head. Only inches away. Kenkyo's hands and feet were tied to the chair. Kenkyo's mouth was gagged. Kenkyo tried to scream, but all that came out were incoherent mutterings.

Kenkyo's eyes filled with tears. Not worrying about herself, but Kenkyo worrying about the life that is inside of her. The fetus.

Bruak!!

Prakk!

Klang!!

There was a commotion from outside. Kenkyo is alert. Kenkyo tried to untie the hands and feet, but to no avail. It even made Kenkyo's hands and feet hurt by the scratches of the rope that bound him.

'Kami-sama! Save us!' Kenkyo thought.

A few moments later, Kenkyo faintly saw a shadow approaching. Kenkyo narrowed her eyes, to sharpen her vision. She saw the young man who had been Kenkyo's place to lean on. Yamada.

Yamada stumbled over to Kenkyo. Yamada's leg is injured. Yamada's hand gripped the left arm. Blood dripped from between his fingers.

Kenkyo's cries are getting louder. Why did Yamada save Kenkyo first? Kenkyo wished that it was her husband. However, that is no longer important. Kenkyo just wanted to get out of this place.

First, Yamada opened the cloth gagging Kenkyo's mouth. Next, Yamada untied Kenkyo's hands and feet.

Now, Yamada helps Kenkyo stand up. He cupped Kenkyo's pale cheeks with his bloody hands.

Kenkyo's eyes filled with tears, she couldn't bear to see Yamada's battered face with a body full of cuts.

"Kenkyo...chan, are you... okay?" said Yamada stammered. Occasionally Yamada gritted his teeth, enduring all the pain that pierced his body.

Kenko just nodded. The next second, Kenkyo hugged Yamada tightly.

"Why? Why, Yamada-kun? Why are you the only one by my side when I get hurt? Why are you the only one who always saves me... huhuhu?" Kenkyo said between sobs.

Yamada embraced Kenkyo's tiny body, forgetting all the pain that was whacking him.

To be continued ....