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Aleksandra sighed while resting her chin in her hand and gazing out the window of the black sedan. Mother and Father were talking about wonderful Tokyo was and how beautiful the architecture seemed, though of course it could never compare to a traditional Russian building. Her parent's pride in their home country brought a small smile to Aleksandra's lips. It was a comfort to hear them chatter back and forth about trivial things. They were always so serious and discussing the next possibility for her career. Aleksandra just wanted them to relax and enjoy life for a moment. After all, Mother and Father deserved it. Shifting in her seat to sit in the middle, Aleksandra placed a hand on each head rest in front of her. Her head poked between the front seats and the girl smiled beautifully for her parents.

"You two should smile for me," she said to them which drew both of their attentions to their adopted daughter," I love you both, so much. I just want to see you ... happy ... " Aleksandra's parents smiled and began to laugh. Father took a hand off the steering wheel to run those strong fingers through his daughter's silky hair. Mother had reached over to caress a perfect cheek.

Aleksandra saw it first as she was turning her delicate face to see Mother's smile. A car on the highway was swerving back and forth, attempting to pass up another vehicle. Her eyes went wide with surprise and shock. Why would someone be driving like that? Didn't they know that it was dangerous to pass cars in the opposite lane?

"You're such a beautiful girl, Aleksandra," Mother said, touching the girl's cheek.

"Yes, yes. You shall be the most famous model in all the world," Father added with a nod of his head and gave a grin to his daughter.

Aleksandra's eyes fell from happy into something frightened and nervous. Her hand reached out and the girl pointed a single finger towards the other car who was now heading directly for them.

"Papa ... that ca—," Aleksandra's statement was cut off as she screamed. The car's tires squealed as Father attempted to dodge the oncoming car. It almost seemed that they were going to get away by the skin of their teeth. However, the driver of the other vehicle was not of his right mind; drunk and inebriated just like the alcoholic they were. The other car swerved at the last second with an acceleration in speed as the driver mistook the gas pedal for the brake pedal.

The two vehicles slammed into one another. Metal ground against metal as the two machines twisted and conformed into a metallic monster which slightly resembled what they had been before. Glass flew forward and twinkled in the air like a millions diamonds, lacerating Mother's and Father's face. Skin began to droop from their faces, blood poured forth in a cascade, a sickening pop went unheard as Father's kind eye exploded when a rod had penetrated through it violently until it embedded into the back of his skull and into the headrest behind. The steering wheel had crashed into Father's chest and embedded deeply into what had been the man's ribcage, turning heart into nothing but chunks of pumping muscle.

The car continued to crunch together, contorting and crushing into itself. Mother's neck had snapped from the airbag exploding in her face, and then her waist was crushed by the console until her body had been pinched into two parts. A body flew forward from the other car, legs being ripped off of him by the sheer force of the high-speed crash, creating an arc of blood through the air, and crashed into Mother's fresh corpse.

Aleksandra had put her seat belt on after shifting from the left side of the back seat to the middle. The invention was supposed to protect the wearer. However that was not the case as the emergency crews would find out after the event had transpired. The young renown model was throw forward during the initial impact. Aleksandra had gasped in surprise before a harrowing scream tore from her throat. Then the pressure against her mid-section increased before she felt it slicing clean through her body in one smooth action. Entrails followed after the first portion of her body as Aleksandra flew forward out of the windshield, and smashed her cranium against the hard pavement of the road. It rolled a few feet only to be crushed by a car which was attempting to avoid the wreck. Fingers twitched twice ...

Gray eyes opened to a lit room, and blinked a few times. Her face and palms were pressed against something. A floor? Slowly the girl lifted herself up from it, sitting back on her legs. Raising her hands, Aleksandra looked at them.

"I'm alive ... ?"

The girl flinched violently and peered around the room with a heavily confused expression on her well-known face. It would have been hard to not recognize one of the most famous young models of the year. Aleksandra then spotted the conflict which was taking place between a naked woman and some man. She looked up at Fukuda in utter horror and attempted to scramble backwards but a boy had been shoved into her, possibly leaving him to tumble to the floor. Aleksandra wouldn't really see the outcome of the action for the fact that she just screamed and covered her eyes with her arms.