I am Nakuto! I love soft colors, drawing, sweets, and cute stuff. And I'm good at lots of things! Like playing baseball with my friends, making posters, and baking delicious treats! Everyone thinks I'm weird, but that's okay!  Because what are they going to do, fight me? 

I have long brown hair that falls in waves over my shoulders and big brown eyes that look like someone made them out of marshmallows instead of chocolate. My skin is the color of coffee. And there are these tiny freckles that cover almost every inch of my body. They're not on my face or anything but a lot of people say I'm really pretty.  And I don't care if people think I'm weird, because I think it's true!  I've never had a girlfriend but I wish I did! Maybe I'll meet someone cool one day! 

*THUD*

What was that? Did my cat just run into the door again?! What kind of animal would run straight into something, huh? Cats can't be that smart. She probably bumped into a table or something. Or maybe she just wanted some attention. But it must be my imagination. Nothing happened.  Right? I hear another thud and a yell. That sounded like Sanji, my sister! (she's adopted, so not really) What if something's wrong!? I have to go help her! I rush downstairs and into the living room. 

All I see is blood, Sanji hurt, and Mom dead.

It seemed like my mom was trying to protect Sanji from the bad guys that are now running away from the house. Why? Why mom? It looked like she tried to defend herself. She didn't even bother to take any weapons... What could she have done? It couldn't have been her fault! No, no, no. There must have been an accident! Mom died trying to save us!

Wait a minute... Sanji wasn't screaming for help. She was crying. Sanji wouldn't cry, not even when she gets hurt. She's always the bravest person in the world, always the strongest. She doesn't want anyone else to feel bad. It doesn't makes sense why she would be crying. 

I'm shaking. What should I do? Do I call 911? Should I try to make sense of it all first? But what if I make it worse?? What if Sanji doesn't stop crying? What should I do!? 

"Nakuto!" Her voice broke through my thoughts. "Please, get your phone and call 911." She sniffled. I could tell that she was in pain. 

Why hadn't I taken any weapon? Why was it that I hadn't tried to protect us from those bad men? Sanji needed my protection, and I failed to provide it. Tears were streaming down her face again. I dialed 911 and some girl picked up. Sanji tried speaking again, "Tell them... Tell them 'code red'... Mako."

Who is Mako?

"Code R-red..!"

"Mako?"

The girl instantly gasped and told me to stay at my location. What was going on? Who is Mako? Is she important? But before I could process this information more fully, she hung up. I heard footsteps running towards me after a little while. A beautiful woman with soft, caramel skin and a red dress appeared.

"Sanji! Jesus Christ. What happened?" She turned to me while holding Sanji. "I'm sorry for what I am about to do, but I can't let you see what's about to happen." She hit me with the back of a flashlight, and I passed out.