The False Life of Akira

Kaori

My body ache it hurts!

My muscles feel broken, achy my whole body aches . . Am I not going to sleep in my sleep, is it possible that this is the so-called impossible to dream? ”

The breath slowly swept into the clear window glass to make the dew and steam clearly printed in front of him.

His eyes looked far away where a sedu stare with a little dark circles around his eyes indicated that he was sleep deprived.

" It's 3 in the morning, and I'm still awake. . ." He said slowly with a bitter smile.

****

The sun now shows itself, birds flying very agilely dancing among the blue sky.

Flying beyond the boundary between the sea and the sky clenched its wings produced a gentle rhythm that morning.

The coolness of the morning dew produces alternating rink rhythms on the ripples of water.

The clear crystals that alternately fell from the leaves made the cold as well as the dinginya that morning.

The guy jacked up when he heard a knock on the door.

Tok tok . . .

He pulled his face shut his eyes quickly. Footsteps combined with the heel beats of the shoe with the floor, entering the orange-colored room blended lily.

" Saori ! Did you sleep well,?" His words slowly rubbed his blonde strands.

There is no reason at all to make the figure turn and turn back to open the window curtain with a strong pull let the light in shine through the room of medicine.

" I've found the bright spot of the person who took the organ part of your son kaori's body, the one who wears the eyes of the young master . .!!"

" really? Who's the guy?" Kaorii asked with a feeling of pleasure mixed between anxiety and fear recalling past memories.

" If the time is right I'll tell you!

Now focus on your therapy only kaori . .

You haven't slept in a few days, have you?" Her speech down every inch of kaori's face, instantly her eyes were silent with panda black eyes making kaori worried.

The figure pulled the door knob slowly and closed it" Esson fan and Eason fan," her inner moaned furiously.

*****

A young doctor was sitting behind his big desk. He was almost two hours staring at the medical documents without any intention to complete them.

" It's been a week but that guy hasn't shown up at all.I'm probably mistaken, why I wish he was a girl!!" The guman is slow. He ruffled his rough black mane occasionally snapping his frustrations. Frustration is the thing that he experienced a young doctor so ill-fated can be fooled by a mysterious, the tray underlines the word frustration as an example for others later.

" Dok, what are you using ¡¡ Patients waiting for me could have reported your performance declining this week!!" A woman Appeared she glanced sharply at the thick-laced white glasses showing her eyeballs making a clam trays.

" May don't be so sadistic" tray replied to the woman's known name as Mei.

The black lentic finger turned his glasses on his nose makes the tray blur instantly as fast as lightning.

" Young huff" Mei leaned her body against the table propping her chin up with the stairs but she read the ruffled tray writing, a little mocking the tray writing that had been ugly.

Mashion Fan's.

A middle-aged man was coolly sipping his warm tea enjoying every sensation that entered his mouth.

The puff of cigarette smoke adds to the impression of relaxation that he feels the middle-aged man's name is Eason fan son of a reliable business fan, eashon fan is a figure of film players and famous ambassadors from the top. Although it can be said not young anymore but the eason fan still remains dashing and authoritative which is in the public spotlight.

" Uncle, is there any news of him?" Eason asked as he heard footsteps approaching towards him, eason's bluish mane exposed to the sunlight making his hair light up.

" As expected, sir!!" Her speech.

" He was happy apparently, uncle brought all my business properties to the media to inform me that I was out of the entertainment world and have my two wives meet me immediately..!" Eason held up one of his outstretched hands to the back.

" Anything is done..."

" Wait! Have my son come back immediately" his pangil stopped the middle-aged man's footsteps.

Eason stepped past a middle-aged man and didn't take a gulp at all, his black shoes speeding his way to the top floor where his study was located.

The middle-aged man said, It didn't take long for a young man to appear in front of him.

" How's his daughter?" Her tanga towards the mysterious figure beside her.

" He's fine!!" Said slowly.

" Alright, prepare for a war between father and son . . ." Cynical reply.

" Understanding!;"

After feeling the affair was done the aide had disappeared as fast as lightning, the middle-aged man took a rose from the table decoration pot and gripped firmly until his petals were broken*.