Kazahana Family Mass Battle:

The Lies and Truth of a Hacker

“Kazahana…a rich Japanese family with considerable power behind it. If you happen to be readings this you are either a friend or an enemy. I have found evidence that has been hidden from the masses and has caused many peoples death in the name of power and money. A battle between a family torn by power, with well over 100 members, is occurring right now. The ones who discover anything about the battle are taken out by the judges and disposed of. I am one of those who have discovered the battle and now I run, to live another day and to reveal the truth about the Kazahana battle and destroy the lies that blind the truth. –A young hacker named “AI4231”

March 21st, 20XX- Schiedam, Holland

“Mom…it’s me…” the young man says over the phone. The young man waits for a reply over the phone. On the other end an older man scoffs and lets out a mumble and hands the phone over to an older lady. “Honey!! Oh my baby boy!! I miss you so much!!” She yells in over the phone causing the young man to move the phone away from his ear slightly so he didn’t go deaf. He lets out a light laugh and smiles wide, “Hey mom… I miss you too. How’s everyone at home.” The young man’s mother starts to sniffle over the phone as she talks to her son, “I’m fine… but your father isn’t the most supportive man in the world.” The small tavern was alive with festivities as he closes the door to the phone so he can hear his mother clearer, “Yeah…I know all to well mom. I just wanted to call you and tell you that I miss you very much.” The young man’s tear gently rolls down the side of his face as he smiles a wide smile. His mother on the other side of the phone begin to cry to as she hears those kind and gentle words from her only son, “Just please tell me why you left. You went off without any sort of goodbye and left me here worrying night and day about you…”she begins to trail off as the tears begin to roll much faster down her face. The young man wipes the remainder of the tears from his face and smiles, “I just need to find myself mom…I might take some time, but I will be home to see you soon.” Lies…that was what it was and nothing more. But even after telling himself that over and over again in his head, it still was a lie.  

The young man’s mother wipes some of the tears off her face and smiles, “Well…o.k. honey, but you should promise me that you will make it home for Thanksgiving.” He laughs over the phone at his mothers attempt to bring him home. He misses her more that anyone else. She was the one who raised him to become a kind and honorable man. She was the only parent he had respect for. His father was a cold-hearted man who had problems accepting his own failings. No matter what he would never admit fault and blame it on them. He smiles again at the fond memories that he shared with his mother, “I’ll try mom…I’ll try.” He then loosens the grip on the phone as a stream of tears move down on his face once more, “Bye mom…see you soon.” He blurts out tearfully. His mother on the other side of the phone quietly says over the phone, “Take care and come home soon.” Just before the young man hangs up another familiar voice comes on the line, “Son…” It was his father, “I know I don’t say it to you much let alone at all, but…” He paused for several seconds, which seemed like a lifetime for the two, “I love you son…and please come home soon.” What felt like time had stopped just for them. The young man is reminded of all the birthdays, Christmases, Thanksgivings, and other important events that his father wasn’t around for. The pain he has caused and the anger he had instilled in the young man, but that was washed away now. All because, for the first time in the young mans life, his father said, “I love you”. The young man smiles and sheds a tear, “I love you too Dad. I’ll come home soon.” He then hangs up the phone and leaves the phone room happier than how he entered.
  
The storm outside was blowing a little harder than before and the rain started to almost move horizontal. The young man now sits in the light of a candle on the desk and a paper in his hand. A small envelope that contained the future of a battle…a legacy that corrupts the minds of everyone involved…Kazahana Family Mass Battle. This little secret holds the Family in fear as if they are exposed they will lose all of which they tried to gain. In his long run from the Kazahana judges he has met many people of good and ill will. The young man bows his head into his hand as he remembers some of the people he met…”Shinjo, Kaito, Saionji, Yori, Yari…please be safe.” he says as he lets the candle burn out into darkness. “Please be safe.” He then heads to bed and covers his head with the blanket and sighs, “Please don’t die…” Soon he slowly drifts off into a state of blissful dreams to escape reality and try to relax.

Several months ago…December 3rd 20XX-In the middle of Ohio

“What the fuck?” The young man says as he looks at the computer screen. The screen was filled with many different names and some of them had big red X’s through them. The young man was a hacker, but not like the hackers of this day and age. He was one of the few old-school hackers, as you would call him. He followed the Hacker’s Code of Ethics:
Access to Computers - and anything which might teach you something about the way the world works - should be unlimited and total. Always yield to the Hands-On Imperative!
All information should be free.
Mistrust Authority - Promote Decentralization.
Hackers should be judged by their hacking, not bogus criteria such as degrees, age, race, or position
You can create art and beauty on a computer.
Computers can change your life for the better.

Most of the hackers today do not believe in the code anymore because they have turned the art of hacking into a complete opposite of what it once was, a noble art. There are still some that believe in the code and travel the Internet in search of many different things to find. The young man stares in shock as he looks through the data on the files. Information on a device called a KID, different information on different people and their families, and a family legacy.

All of this info completely overwhelmed the young man as he stares at the monitor. This was just too much for him to understand. The young man then takes out a small device and sticks it into his USB port on his computer, “I hope this flash drive holds it all.” He says as he begins to transfer the data from the Internet to the small flash drive. Soon after what felt like an eternity, the download read 100% and the young man pulls the flash drive from the computer, “I have a bad feeling about this data.” The young man says as he stares at the little flash drive.

Several months later…May 5th, 20XX-Somewhere in Japan

“Tell me what you did with the data and I will let you go!!” an older Japanese man yells as he punches the young man square on the face. The young man already bloody and bruised stares at him with a large smile on his face and laughs his light laugh, “You can go to hell for all I care.” The Japanese man lets out an angered grunt and slams the young man down on the ground and begins to beat him with his fists. The Japanese man then pulls the young man up and sets him in a chair and smile a wide an eerie smile, “Now will you please tell us where the data you copied off our computer is or should I be forced to beat it out of you.” The young man laughs harder than before, “You retarded fools call yourself Judges!! You have followed me all around the world, but you can’t find a simple piece of plastic and wires. You should try looking at the bigger picture than at a small one-sided view. What have I been doing? Running from country to country? What have I done?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The young man’s laugh echoes louder in the room to the point that it was almost deafening. What has he done? The older man just sighs and punches the young man in the face knocking him out. He then sighs as he wipes the blood off his hand, “Take him and get him cleaned up before dinner. The boss would like to have a word with this young man.”

Several months ago…December 12th, 20XX-a school in Ohio

“…please report to the office.” The secretary says over the intercom. The young man sighs and grabs his things, “What did you do this time man?” one of his friends says to him. The young man just shrugged and smiles “can’t be bad because I didn’t do anything to get in trouble.” He laughs and walks off to the office with several of his things. The school halls were quiet for this time of day. Most of the student body was in class watching the clock for the end of day bell. Some had tried to escape school early but got caught on the way out of the building. As he walked down to the office he smiles at all the kids pulled in for trying to leave early. The young man lets out a snicker and walks over to the secretary’s desk, “Um…I was called down here about something.” The secretary stared at the computer for several more seconds before answering, “He is in his office so please go on in.” The young man smiles and walks over to the Dean’s Office. He opens the door to reveal several other men including the Dean, “Ah…Here he is gentlemen.” He motions to the young man to come over to his desk. “This young fellow is one of the best and the brightest Computer Administrator here at our fine institute. He may be in our Criminal Justice program, but he still has more computer skills then the people taking our Computer Skills course here.” The Dean beams with pride at the gentlemen. “Thank you very much Dean, but would you mind if we have a talk with this young man here.” The Dean still in his self-absorbed state shrugs and walks out of his office, closing his door on the way out. Both of the young men looked at each other then to the young man and smile, “So we can finally talk in peace without distractions.” One of them says to the other. One of them gets up and walks over to the young man, “Several days ago one of are families computers has been hacked into by an outside source. You are a very skilled computer programmer according to many different people. You also gained many scholarships from several computer companies for your work in the field of computers.” The other man puts a hand on the chair and motions the young man to sit down, “We will pay you if you would please assist in the creation of a better security system and trace the one who got into the computer.” The young man thinks for several seconds and scratches his chine, “Did the hacker take anything from the computer at all or was it left untouched?” The two men look at each other and stutter till the older of the two answers, “Some classified data for a project that our master.” The young man tilts his head slightly and asks bewildered, “Master?” They then speak to each other in a foreign language. Then the younger looking one turns back, “The master of the house, we are his servants in his employment. Call us his security guards.” The young man smiles in relief and laughs slightly, “Just tell me what you want and I can give you a price for the program.” The two men looked overjoyed at each other still taking in Japanese to one another. The older man the clears his throat with a light cough, “Wonderful news young sir. Our Master has informed us that the price for the program is not the concern, but how well it works.” The young man smiles at the thought of making a killing of some complete fools. The young man smiles as the two men bow to him, “Our master, Syuuhei Kazahana, will be most pleased with your help.”

Several months later…February 4th 20XX

“Come on lets get out of here!” Kaito yells as both the young man and him ran from the burning building. Both men begin to cough as they try to catch their breath. Then Kaito looks around in a panic, “Oh god! Where is Shinjo!!?” The young man then turns and runs toward the burning building, “Shinjo!! Shinjo!!” He runs into the building covering his face with his shirt to keep from inhaling too much smoke and begins to search franticly for the young priest. Slowly he makes his way around the building and comes acrosed the young priest and the one who tried to kill them, “Why would you save me!!” He wails out with tears in his eyes, Shinjo lying on the ground under a sheet of metal only because he had pushed him out of the way when it fell. Shinjo smiles and laughs again, “You may have had the chance to kill me and my friends, but you didn’t my friend.” He then sighs and let’s out a small chuckle, “I saved you because I can see that you have a more important role in this life then you think. The same goes for the others I travel with.” The man then cries harder as he pounds the ground, “Why me!! What is important about me!!?” Shinjo laughs yet again with his eyes closed, “Saionji, you must follow your own path to understanding, but please try and understand. Many people don’t think of what they become out of the blue. Certain events that have transpired caused us to be what we are today.  Now let’s get out of here before we both die before our time is truly up.” The young man begins to cry at what he has just heard. Saionji lifts the metal off him and picks him up and puts him over his shoulder, “We will make it out of this Shinjo, don’t worry we sill make it.” The young man then waves and yells toward them, “Come on!! This way!!” Soon they made it through the burning building and out on to the empty street. The fire had taken its toll on the building and it begins to collapse just as they lay down outside. Saionji laid Shinjo down on the ground and laughed, “We did it!! We made it out!!” Saionji yells in excitement he jumps in the air cursing the Kazahana name. Shinjo lying on the ground laughs, “We did it.” Kaito laughs just as much as they do, “Let’s get going. We need to take Shinjo to a doctor and get ourselves taken care of.’ Saionji nods his head and picks up Shinjo. As they walk off Kaito realizes that the young man isn’t with them, “Hey man aren’t you coming?” The young man smiles and throws a small flash drive to Kaito, “I have been a thorn in your side for far too long. Take care of that my drive and open it and read the instructions I placed on it.” He waves goodbye and walks off in the other direction, “Hey!! Don’t worry about us!! They think we’re dead!!” Saionji yells as he swings Shinjo around with him, “Careful now!! I think I broke a rib!” He then smiles and waves goodbye one last time and walks off. After several miles the young man turns around and smiles as he head off for the coast.

Present…May 6th 20XX- Japan

“So we hired the hacker that got into our system to build a security system for the computer that he had hacked into.” Syuuhei Kazahana says with a smile and turns to the young man, now cleaned up but still bruised with a black eye around his right. The young man smiles and laughs, “Yeah kind of ironic if I do say so myself.” Syuuhei smiles and laughs, “Quite right young sir.” He then sets his cup down on the table and sighs, “You see the problem you have caused with that small bit of information. I know that you are a very kind man and you are a very intelligent man. So you see because I respect you so much that if you return that drive to us, we will let you go back to your old life. I know you miss your family and friends so please give us the drive.” The young man sighs at the thought and looks up from his cup, “I gave it to one of my friends, but in one of the battles he was killed when the building caught fire. The drive was burned up in the fire.” He then tilts his head down and cries, “I didn’t know what was going on till I was being shot at. I didn’t know what was going on.” Syuuhei sighs and takes a sip from his cup, “I will let you go only if you don’t interfere with the Battle. I will have a non-family member employee watch your movements till we find that you are not a threat to the family. I believe that you can be trusted not to be involved anymore, right?” The young man smiles and nods his head, “Yes sir, I just want to go home.” Syuuhei smiles and motions to one of the guards “Take him to the airport and send him home.” The guard nods his head and motions to the young man to follow. Soon the young man and the guard leave the room. Syuuhei smiles and turns to his Teacher, “I trust that he will cause no further complications for our battle.” His teacher sighs at his student’s lack of sense, “I don’t fully know if this is the right thing to do. He knows too much.” Syuuhei smiles and takes another sip, “He seen much yes, but he doesn’t know what is really going on. Let him go home to his family. He won’t know what to do. Only because he lost all of his proof, with the driver gone he hasn’t got a single shred of evidence.” His teacher strikes his hand on the table in concern, “What if he hacks the system again?” Syuuhei taps the table once more and smiles, “The system has been taken off the regular server and placed on a computer that isn’t linked top the outside world.” His teacher sighs again and leaves the room, “I think that this is a mistake that he will surly pay the price for.

Later that day…At the airport…

“Hey…mom it’s me.” The young man says on the small pay phone in the terminal. He was still bruised to no end, but he still had his smile on his face. His mother was overjoyed to hear her sons voice once again, “Oh my baby boy!!” She screamed as she jumped for joy over on the other line, “How have you been!! I have missed you so much.” The young man smiles wider and laughs lightly, “Well your going to be happy, I’m on my way home.” Their was a pause on the other side of the phone for several seconds then a large scream of joy ripped through the line causing a number of people to turn around and look near the phone. The young man's mother over ecstatic starts to blurt out many different things that to the untrained would be very difficult to understand. The young man laughs and sighs at his mother, “I’m getting on the plane in a few minutes and should be home today… or tomorrow… or whatever. I will see you soon mom.” He then hangs up the phone and heads back home. He then heads over to the ticket counter and buys his ticket home. He then smiles at the thought that he managed to get out of Japan alive and somewhat unharmed. The young man even if he couldn’t lie to his friends without them finding out, but he could lie perfectly to a totally stranger. He then moves toward the plane on the runway with a big smile on his face. “Well now Shinjo what will my part play now?” The young man says to himself.

The wheels have been set in motion for this is just the end of the first act, and the second is about to start. The Kazahana Family Mass Battle is about to reach a critical stage in his history one that will change the face of everything up until now, but that is where I leave and let others light the path of darkness. “Welcome Mr. Adkins, please enjoy your flight.” the young airhostess says as she hands back my ticket. I smile wide and nod my head, “I plan to.” I then go over to my seat and take a load off. I then stare out the window and begin to cry, I’m coming home, I’m coming home.

The End