Chapter 1: Arc 1, - 1: It Always Starts with A Truck
'Where am I...?' A bright light entered his irises. 'Why do I smell so many flowers...?' His nose cleared up at the pungent scent... 'What is-' sides of his body hugged by white... A comfy bed?
"Augh!" both of his hands grasped his throat. His elbows bumped off of something in the middle. Hair brushed down his ears, his toes wriggled.
Through the last of his breaths, his vision focused on a pane above. Set in white pillows and squinting, he could barely make out the reflection... of a woman with yellow hair and white flowers arranged within.
But those brown eyes—his eyes—reflecting back as he- she sputtered and coughed. She threw her hands against the glass and with what strength she had left, "Help! Get me out!" refined in tone and like a songbird, even while screaming...
The image became cloudier and cloudier, her eyelashes interlocking...
"She's alive!" a man dressed in all black uttered, replacing the reflection above. Air rushed across her locks and past her ears as she felt fingers going under her back.
Sometime Earlier..._
The two hands ticked, ticked till it hit sharp twelve on his watch. He moved under the flickering streetlight. A six-pack ring of beer in his hand, watching the street.
Not a car in sight. Jotou checked his surroundings, beginning to tap his foot against the pavement. What was down those alleys were anyone's guess at this hour.
About six feet, black hair, long limbs and two hairs poking out from his chin. Uneven and bite marks on some, his nails hovered over the black of his jeans.
"Brrr. Brrr." The nails went into his pocket. He checked the caller with a heavy sigh, immediately pressing the red. Notifications of five or six missed calls, one labelled 'Dad' and the rest 'Mom'.