An Unwelcome Visitor

October 5th - Kimura Kiyomi

“I don't care what your intentions are, just drop the bag and leave. And don't talk to my daughter, leave her alone.” That was what my mother was shouting at the person outside when I was running towards the door. Wait, drop the bag? Was that Suzuki outside? When I got to the door my mother turned around to me, anger in her eyes, like I had never seen before.

“Stay back. He is no good. Just stay away from him.” she said to me and I felt a shiver down my spine. What was going on here? I Managed to look past her out the door and it was indeed Suzuki standing there, holding the bag I had left on the roof of the school. It had a label with my address inside, so that's how he knew where to find me. But why was my mother so angry with him? Bringing me my lost bag wasn't such a terrible thing to do, but obviously this was about something else. Now my mother was turning towards Suzuki again.

“I don't know how you found us, but it's not happening. My daughter won't have anything to do with you and that's final. Tell that to your parents as well.” I looked past my mother at Suzuki again and he had put the bag down now and looked like his usual unimpressed self otherwise.

“I'm sorry to disturb you.” He opened and his calm tone of voice only seemed to enrage my mother further. “Just leave. You know what you are doing, but I'm not having it. Go. Now.” Suzuki seemed to realize that my mother wouldn't relent and turned around and walked away without saying anything more. My mother closed the door and collapsed onto the floor, leaning her back against the door. She seemed very distressed.

“Mom, what is this all about?” I didn't know what was happening, but my mother obviously knew something that she wasn't telling me about.

“I was afraid this day would come. But I always hoped it wouldn't, despite everything,” is what she answered me. Which, like Suzukis vague answers, didn't really do anything to clear up the situation.

“You sound like Suzuki.” I shot back, getting irritated myself now. “He talks in vague nonsense sentences about it just like you, but no one will tell me what this is even about.” My mother finally stood up and gestured me to sit down on the couch and I did so and she sat down besides me.

“I guess I have to tell you at some point,” she began and her voice was sounding very low energy now. “Our family is from a lineage of people called “Suns”. Which means we posses magical abilities. But they are useless on their own. We need a another person to receive magical power from us and turn it into useful spells. Those people are called “Moons”. And Suzukis family is from a lineage of people that worked together with us for a long time.” I was flabbergasted. How was this happening right now? But it probably explained his hair color. Why was that the thing my mind went to?

“And what does that have to do with me?” I asked.

“When I was your age I was working with another moon and we were fighting against the Dark Cold. We defeated it, but he died in the process. But we were told that this was the last battle and that we sealed it away for good. And that's why I moved on, married your father and lead a normal life without all this danger.” She said this whilst she looked down on her hands, which were folded in her lap. I didn't really know how to react. “But if a moon tries to work with you now it can only mean that something is coming again. And I don't want you to be involved in it. I don't want you to die, Kyio.” As she said that she looked me straight in the eye and I could see tears in her eyes.

“But what should I do? He is in the same school now. I can't ignore him forever.”

“I don't know yet, but I will try to make it go away Kyio.”

“But what if something is really coming? Can we just ignore it?”

My mother turned silent upon my question. She seemed to be unsure about what to answer.

“I couldn't back then,” was what she finally answered. Then she turned silent again for a while.

“I know that you probably will do the same thing I did. That's why I'm so scared. For you. And for him. He doesn't deserve to be dragged into this either.” She stood up and walked to the couch, where she sat down, holding her head in her hands.

“But that's not why I'm so distraught right now. You know the man I fought with and that died, I loved him. And he looked so much like Suzuki that it hit me hard after all this time. I thought he had reincarnated and came back to haunt me.” Then she started crying. I very rarely had seen my mother cry and so I was distraught myself.

“What should I do now mom?” I felt like this was a decision I couldn't make on my own. But at the same time it felt like something I could only decide myself. But I at least wanted to hear my mothers thoughts on the matter.

“The truth is that if the evil really returned, then there is only one person that can fight it.” Now she looked me straight in the eyes. “And that person is you. Together with him.” Then she looked away again. The truth was, I had already decided what to do. I don't know what it was about Suzuki, but I didn't know anything about him, but in my heart I knew that I was willing to follow him wherever he went and into every battle he would wage.

“I will talk to him tomorrow. I want to know more about him,” is what I decided to tell my mother. She sobbed one last time, then she looked at me and she smiled through her tears.

“I know. There is no escaping it. I will help you as much as I can.” Then she hugged me and I hugged her back and we didn't let go of each other for a long time.

Later we had dinner and after that I went to my room and lay down on my bed, face down on the pillow. What a day it had been. Even though I was telling my mother that I intended to talk to Suzuki the next day, I wasn't really feeling that confident about it anymore. If everything my mother had told me was true, this could potentially change my whole life. But at the same time I didn't see any way to stay out of it. I needed to at least know what he knew about the whole thing and then make my judgment. I wish I had a way of contacting him right now, but I neither had his phone number, nor did I know where he lived. I also wondered whether I should bring him here like he said to would be best. Even if my mother would be okay with me working with him, his appearance seemed to cause her a lot of distress. That was probably something I needed to tell Suzuki about as well. This whole situation was so complicated. But if he was asking about a place they could use to train whatever there might be to train for, I had perfect place for it in mind anyway. With that thought in mind I fell asleep.