Just let me understand you || Tsukishima Kei Story

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Y/n's pov

"This Kid," I say walking into the adoption agency/children's home place, I really don't care right now. "Where is she from?"

"Oh my God Kasumi," a woman says walking up to me trying to take her. "She got out again."

"I want to stay with her," she said gripping onto me tighter.

"You mean you didn't even notice she got out until; now?" I question.

"Well she tends to slip out," she says.

"She's three years old," I say. "How the hell does she just slip out, aren't you supposed to look after her?"

"She is a troublesome girl," she says. "But you have my thanks for bringing her back unscathed."

"Putting aside the poor care here, I need to see her records," I say.

"Miss, we can't just give out personal information on the children here," she says.

"Her parents, I need to know about her parents. Where she came from, how she got here," I say. "Anything her mom or dad left, I need to see it."

"We can't just give out information to strangers," she says.

Okay, today is my lucky day. I remember this place on a list of others.

"Ushijima Hoshiko," I say. "Nineteen years ago she adopted a kid through this agency, and has been donating large sums of money through her company, you could say she's one of the reasons you guys can keep on running this thing. Well I'm her daughter and it's my company now, so I need to see the files and maybe there could be a larger sum of many donated this year on behalf of me..."

Money does solve everything. Because I'm now in a separate room with the lady, an office of some sorts. I had to basically pry Kasumi off of me so I could go into the room.

"She was born in Tokyo but was moved here shortly after the passing of her parent's death," she said, flipping through papers. "Parents being Ito Haru and Ayumi."

"Okay, last name, what's up with that?" I ask. "Why isn't it Ito?"

"That's what was put on her birth certificate when she was born, February eighteenth," she says. "Though at the time the purpose was unknown, we now know her mother, Ayumi, had been thinking ahead. Not wanting her child to have her last name attached to her for the rest of her life, it could bring up problems."

"Okay but why?" I ask. "What happened to her parents?"

"Oh dear, surely you heard," she says. "The news was fairly large here in Japan when it happened, that is unless you lived in a bubble. March eighteenth, about three years ago."

"I was in the states," I say. "I didn't see anything, unless it made global news I wouldn't have seen it. What happened, I don't want to search it up, just tell me."

"There was a murder-suicide," she says. "I can't believe you didn't hear."

"A murder?" I ask.

"There was already a history of violence in the home, especially with her husband, Haru," she says. "He had multiple charges against him from other women, sexual assaults, and so on. All of which had been dropped by the girls who accused, and as for the domestic violence Ayumi was always reluctant to say anything to the police."

"All the charges from other girls were dropped?" I question clasping my hand over my mouth.

If I had called the cops, said something, he would've gone to prison. He wouldn't have hurt anyone else after that, Kasumi would have her mother. It's my fault.

"Yes, there were," she says. "And there is evidence that proves Ayumi has premeditated the murder, given the name choice. But any information that could be given is no longer obtainable as shortly after the murder of her husband, Mrs. Ito turned the weapon on herself. Leaving baby Kasumi an orphan."

"Ayumi killed Haru then herself?" I ask. "And Kasumi is here now because they didn't want to keep her in Tokyo?"

"More or less," she says.

I have been bulding this up for manyn chapters, this is what I mean when I say all the details and chapters are important.

-Crouton