My Hidden Past

Chapter 1

Ritsu p.o.v 

Two years later 

I am sitting in class listening to a boring lecture about the human mind. My friend Misaki Takahashi sits next to me and listens intensely as if his eyes were bulging out. I let out a small, quiet chuckle in which he was not suppose to hear, but he heard me anyways and glared at me. I smile innocently and stare back at the teacher. After class, Misaki and I walk to a nearby cafe to get some coffee and sandwiches just before the next lecture. I order my favorite black coffee with no sugar or cream and a ham and cheese sandwich. Misaki orders a cafe mocha and a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich. When I go to get the food, a black envelope is with the food marked with a signature, M.T. I stuff the letter into my coat pocket and walk to Misaki as if nothing happened. Halfway into our lunch, I decide to make an excuse to go to the bathroom and open the envelope. I check the bathroom for other people inside, but find no one inside. I pull out the letter and start tearing it open. I read the contents as below: 

Dear Son,

It was clever of you to fake your death. I know you are alive and have a friend. If you don't come back, things would get messy. Oh, also I love you, Death. 

From, 

M.T 

Mark Turner ~ 

Death, that name was my code name, and I hated it. I scrunch the letter up and shred it to pieces. When I came out, there were two men in black walking closer to Misaki. I start to freak out and run as fast as I can. Misaki turns around and waves to me. I wave back, but shout, "Get away from my friend!" Misaki turns his head to the two men behind him. One of them grabs his hands while the other tries to stop me. I leap onto the table in front of me and kick him in the head. The other man starts to panic and drags Misaki out of the door as fast as he can. Misaki tries to get out of the man's grip, but he was not strong enough. I came at the other man at lightening speed knocking him back with a punch. I grab Misaki's hand and run out of the door. Misaki whines at me and shouts. I tell him, "Not now." Once we were out of harms way, I start to answer Misaki's questions. Of course, I do not tell the whole truth, but I am afraid he could get into more trouble if I do. I pull out my phone and call a reliable friend that helped my fake my death. 

"Hi how can I help you?" 

"Hi, it's me, Ritsu, and I need help."

"Ritsu, I haven't heard from you for two years. Are you okay? Wait, you told me you need help. What help do you need?" 

"It's about Mark Turner. He's after me again, and this time he might hurt Misaki." 

"Don't worry, I'm on my way. Where are you?" 

"In an alleyway across from a cake shop. Come fast!" 

I end the call and wait patiently for my friend to arrive. In twenty minutes, he arrives, and we get into his red sports car. Misaki's eyes go wide, and he stutters, "Usagi-san, w.w...w..w why are you here?" 

"I'll explain later. For now, I'm glad you're alright, my love." 

Misaki's face turns red, and he gets really quiet as if he was not in the car. When we arrive at his house, he ushers us in quickly and looks out the door just in case suspicious people come around the corner.  After he close the door, he came back to us and hug Misaki. 

"Misaki, I'm glad you're alright." 

"I'm fine. Can anyone explain to me what's going on?" 

"It's complicated. It's better to ask Ritsu." 

Misaki looks at me, and I hang my head down in desperation. I sigh and tell Misaki the truth. When I was done, he looks at me in shock and surpise. 

"I didn't know you had a dark past, Ritsu. I'm sorry." 

"No, no need to apologize." 

"Well, now we are all on the same page. We need to come up with a new plan." 

Misaki nods yes and begins pulling out a huge roll of paper from Usagi's room. I begin to draw with a pencil to create a plan. Akihiko pulls out his phone and starts to call someone. I ask him who he called, but he said it was a secret. One hour later, the door bell rings, and Akihiko goes to answer it. I focus on the plan and not notice the person who came in. He smiles evily and grabs a book. Then he chucks it at me. I respond quickly and throw a round kick at him. He blocks it with his forearm and smiles again. I frown and say, "Who are you?" 

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Author Note : I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. 

I wonder who that boy is? 

Well, you'll find out in the next chapter. Please comment, vote, and tell others to read. 

Bye! 

If you have any ideas for the next chapter, please put it in the comments. 

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