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Rapping could be heard from the oak door, as the red-haired woman got up to answer it. She had been watching the news, horrified at what she had just seen, her second son dead, this time hung for a crime he had committed. Tears crossed down her face, as he looked through the peep hole, to see an officer there. Wiping her eyes, she opened the door and smiled. "Hello officer. I know why you're here. It's to tell me that my son is dead." She blurted out, and started to cry once more. The man shoke his head and placed a hand on her shoulders. "Ma'am, I'm here to give you something, not tell you of that. But may I come in?" He asked, as he tried to comfort the woman.

She nodded to him, still weeping as she turned around and let the man in. He closed the door, and took off his hat, sitting down in the living room. "Want some tea, sir? I was making it when you arrived." She asked through tears, not letting this destroy her that much. The man nodded and smiled, as he reached into his pocket to grab something. It wasn't before long when the lady returned with a tea kettle and two tea cups. Pouring the man and herself some, the woman smiled, through bloodshot eyes. She took her cup, which shoke in her hands, still looking at the man.

"There was something we gave.... your son to use on his last days here." The man started, as he began to drink his tea, with still one hand in his pocket. She nodded to him, "And what was that?" Pulling out from his pocket, he took out a tape recorder and placed it on the table. "No one knows what he said on it, but he told us to give it to you." The lady smiled a bit, but still showed the sadness in her heart. "C-could you press play for me?" She asked as her hands still trembled. The man nodded, and clicked the button.

"Hello, mom." The voice started. "I know you have gotten this after I have died from the result of my actions. But before I do go, I want you to know of my side of the story." The man in the tape recorder continued, as some sobs could be heard from that end. "Mom... all of this started just about a year ago...."

~~A year before~~

The phone rang, as Dai was drying himself off from taking an afternoon shower. "Damnit, doesn't anyone give me peace anymore!" He shouted, as he left the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. "Hello, this is the Sakahara residence, Dai speaking." He said as he picked up the phone.

"Hey bro." Came a voice from the other end, making Dai laugh a bit. "Don't you have some sort of work to do, Riku?" Dai asked back. "Yeah, but I thought that I could just give you a ring to tell you I'm going to be in town this weekend. You up for some dinner to catch up?" Dai thought about it for a while, before chuckling. "Sure, why not, bro." He giggled and shoke his head. "You and wanting to always go to dinner with me. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you had a crush on me." Riku was silent after that, before he coughed and spoke up again, "Well, bro, I got to go. Mr. Sanchez needs this reports faxed in five minutes. See you in New York when I get there." The dial tone was heard from Dai's end as his brother hung up the phone.

With the phone still in his hand, he wondered. 'Why... was Riku so silent after what I said?' He shoke his head again, and put the phone down. To him, his older brother was very special to him. Someone he looked up to, and cared deeply for, but every time thoughts of a different care came into his head, he blocked them out as just being a roaming mind. He himself had just finished his second year in college, studying for his Masters in Psychology, so that he could understand his feelings for his brother, almost four years older than him, and stronger, with all of his nice and developed muscles... Dai shoke his head again, not wanting to think about it, as he went back into the bathroom to finish drying himself off. Looking into the mirror, he combed his hair back and smiled at himself, before feeling the nice beard that was growing in. "I am just a handsome devil." He said to himself with a chuckle.

Dai went back to his bed room, and dug around in his drawers to find what he was going to wear for the rest of the day. Grabbing a completely crimson outfit of a button up suit-shirt and

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Rapping could be heard from the oak door, as the red-haired woman got up to answer it. She had been watching the news, horrified at what she had just seen, her second son dead, this time hung for a crime he had committed. Tears crossed down her face, as he looked through the peep hole, to see an officer there. Wiping her eyes, she opened the door and smiled. "Hello officer. I know why you're here. It's to tell me that my son is dead." She blurted out, and started to cry once more. The man shoke his head and placed a hand on her shoulders. "Ma'am, I'm here to give you something, not tell you of that. But may I come in?" He asked, as he tried to comfort the woman.

She nodded to him, still weeping as she turned around and let the man in. He closed the door, and took off his hat, sitting down in the living room. "Want some tea, sir? I was making it when you arrived." She asked through tears, not letting this destroy her that much. The man nodded and smiled, as he reached into his pocket to grab something. It wasn't before long when the lady returned with a tea kettle and two tea cups. Pouring the man and herself some, the woman smiled, through bloodshot eyes. She took her cup, which shoke in her hands, still looking at the man.

"There was something we gave.... your son to use on his last days here." The man started, as he began to drink his tea, with still one hand in his pocket. She nodded to him, "And what was that?" Pulling out from his pocket, he took out a tape recorder and placed it on the table. "No one knows what he said on it, but he told us to give it to you." The lady smiled a bit, but still showed the sadness in her heart. "C-could you press play for me?" She asked as her hands still trembled. The man nodded, and clicked the button.

"Hello, mom." The voice started. "I know you have gotten this after I have died from the result of my actions. But before I do go, I want you to know of my side of the story." The man in the tape recorder continued, as some sobs could be heard from that end. "Mom... all of this started just about a year ago...."

~~A year before~~

The phone rang, as Dai was drying himself off from taking an afternoon shower. "Damnit, doesn't anyone give me peace anymore!" He shouted, as he left the bathroom, with a towel around his waist. "Hello, this is the Sakahara residence, Dai speaking." He said as he picked up the phone.

"Hey bro." Came a voice from the other end, making Dai laugh a bit. "Don't you have some sort of work to do, Riku?" Dai asked back. "Yeah, but I thought that I could just give you a ring to tell you I'm going to be in town this weekend. You up for some dinner to catch up?" Dai thought about it for a while, before chuckling. "Sure, why not, bro." He giggled and shoke his head. "You and wanting to always go to dinner with me. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you had a crush on me." Riku was silent after that, before he coughed and spoke up again, "Well, bro, I got to go. Mr. Sanchez needs this reports faxed in five minutes. See you in New York when I get there." The dial tone was heard from Dai's end as his brother hung up the phone.

With the phone still in his hand, he wondered. 'Why... was Riku so silent after what I said?' He shoke his head again, and put the phone down. To him, his older brother was very special to him. Someone he looked up to, and cared deeply for, but every time thoughts of a different care came into his head, he blocked them out as just being a roaming mind. He himself had just finished his second year in college, studying for his Masters in Psychology, so that he could understand his feelings for his brother, almost four years older than him, and stronger, with all of his nice and developed muscles... Dai shoke his head again, not wanting to think about it, as he went back into the bathroom to finish drying himself off. Looking into the mirror, he combed his hair back and smiled at himself, before feeling the nice beard that was growing in. "I am just a handsome devil." He said to himself with a chuckle.

Dai went back to his bed room, and dug around in his drawers to find what he was going to wear for the rest of the day. Grabbing a completely crimson outfit of a button up suit-shirt and