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Chapter 3

Yukio promised to give me weekends off from our ordeal, unless I contacted him first or wanted to see him—which I didn't. It was a Saturday, and pretty late into the evening, but the bastard came by anyway.

"Are you busy at the moment?" He asked real politely. I was surprised 'cause he wasn't all spruced up like usual.

"Yeah, jacking off to Disney movies—what the fuck do you want?" I asked real irritated. I had spent most of my Saturday cooking, sleeping, eating, and dicking around as usual, but I wanted at least a day to myself.

"Let's go somewhere," he insisted.

"What, you wanna go on a date? 'Cause we already went over this."

"Not exactly, I wasn't planning on this because I usually go alone, but I figured it would be for the best if I brought you along," he said real smooth like that would have some sort of influence on my decision.

"Where the hell do you plan on taking me?"

"You'll see when we get there."

I really was surprised when we arrived at a shooting range. Yukio didn't strike me as a special interests sort of guy, but seeing what he brought, and the way he handled fire arms, and how he stressed precautions completely changed my mind about him. He was like a mystery unraveling, but the more I found out, the harder it became to forget the guy.

We were situated in a lane far from the others in the range; the second old man in charge of the place had called for a cease fire and Yukio was busy replacing the bullets in a magazine cartridge. I looked down at the others and there were mostly old farts and young hot shots, as well as a few girls here and there, but nothing special to look at.

"No one would mistake us for a couple in a place like this," I muttered to myself. I didn't think I said it loud enough for anyone to hear, but apparently Yukio heard.

When the old man at his booth gave the okay for people to start shooting again, Yukio came from behind and motioned me to move forward past the red line and to the counter where he had left a small hand gun. He placed two mags in front of me and told me to load up the piece; when I was finished, he instructed me to get into firing position and aim the gun at the target.

"Move your right hand further down a bit, the slide will catch your skin if you don't. Also, keep your index finger on the frame, not the trigger. Just a precaution," he said with a professional sort of air.

I adjusted myself and just when I thought of firing, he came from behind and pressed against me. I froze at this, and stiffened even more when he placed his hands round mine.

"You're trembling. Are you scared?" he whispered.

"I-I'm not!" I said.

"Take a deep breath and try to relax your muscles. Whenever you're ready, pull the trigger. It's kind of like baseball, you'll never know what happens if you don't just swing the bat."

I was too hot in the face to say anything; I couldn't with him so close and breathing against my ear. It was just too goddamn unnerving. I didn't like how I felt at that moment, but he urged me to concentrate, align my target with the front sight of the gun, and pull the trigger when I felt it was right. He said I was more likely to hit my target if I shot twice, so I did.

"Rin, you're being so obedient," he said. But this time, his lips were practically touching my goddamn ears.

I broke free from his grasp and quickly placed the gun on the counter, "I have to use the can!" With that, I sprinted to the bathroom and sat in the only stall with my head buried in my hands and legs tightly pressed together.

A sudden knock on the door had me sighing, until I figured it was the last person I wanted to see, "Is someone in here?"

I stayed silent for some time 'cause I was sure as hell it was Yukio. He got real quiet and I thought he left, but the fucker opened the door and everything after that was just a terrific mess.

"Rin?" he asked.

You should've seen the look on his face, it was like a confused nun fresh out of the holiest of convents. After catching me with my pants down and my hand round my johnny, I knew for sure he was no goddamn emotional cripple. It wasn't like he was disgusted or anything, just shocked. Boy, I bet he got a real bang out of it.

"Would you piss off already!" I cried, covering myself.

He pushed his glasses up and his face became serious as he walked out. I could tell he was just trying not to laugh.

When I finished up, I thought about leaving, but I didn't know the way back home. So I hurried out and waited for him in the cold. He drove me back home, and the whole way there, he was grinning like a madman. It made me really sore, but I was too embarrassed to think of anything sharp to say.

"See you Monday," he said as I got out of the car.

"Like hell you will!" I slammed the door and ran to my house, desperately trying not to slip on the snow and put myself to even further shame.

For the rest of the night, I sat in the fetal position on my bed with two comforters round me, "Fuck this, fuck it all! I have to call this off!" I reached over for my phone on the night stand and scrolled through my contacts. When I came to the bastard's name, I had to stop and consider what I was doing. With 300,000 yen a month, I could have a decent meal three times a day instead of crumby processed foods, a hot shower any time I damn well please, heat, new clothes, and a new computer even, but was it worth the shame? I called him up anyway.

"What do you want Rin? It's three o' clock in the morning," he asked real sleepy.

"Oh, crap it's late. Anyway, I uh, wanted to . . ." my voice trailed off, but after some minutes I started up again. "I wanted to say—good night." I smacked myself and cursed under my breath. Why couldn't I say it? Why couldn't I call off this dumb ordeal? It wasn't like I was that desperate for money. So why did I hesitate and say something corny instead?

"Well, if that's all you have to say then good night to you too, Rin," he said in a husky voice.

"N-no, that's not it," I stopped and sighed, collapsing onto my bed.

We didn't speak for a long time. I almost thought he had fallen asleep, but he started again, "Rin, where is your family?"

I swallowed hard and put the phone down for a bit, but even though I was sort of an unpleasant guy to be around, I wasn't mean enough to hang up on a person; unless they're a telemarketer or a heckler of course, 'cause they don't count. "What's it to you?"

"Just out of curiosity. You've never mentioned them."

I breathed a sigh and shifted in my bed, "My foster family is in America right now and other one is . . ."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, no, it's not like that. I just don't remember them too hot; my biological family that is. Doesn't matter though 'cause my foster family is terrific. They wanted me to come with them to America, but I wanted to finish up school in Japan. Plus my English sucks," I said, laughing. "You know, before they left for America, they held a big old Christmas party. Everyone was together for once and it snowed about a foot that year. There were so many presents and we ate so much American and Japanese food. It really was terrific . . ."

"That does sound terrific. I was meaning to ask you this earlier, but you rushed off before I could say anything. The holiday break is coming up soon; would you like to spend Christmas with me and my family? Actually, it's just me, my father, and that woman from the burger place—Shura. Chrissake, this is gonna be one helluva Christmas!" he said, laughing to himself. "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm not being too forward am I?"

I laughed, "You're getting self-conscious all of a sudden. Well shit, I never thought I'd see the day."

He started laughing and for once, it didn't sound forced.

"Hey, Asshole," he said real smug.

"What, Bitch?"

"You gonna come over?"

"Now?" I asked.

"Not now, but if you really wanted to see me that badly then by all means," he said—real sarcastic.

I buried myself in my comforters again and gave a loud yawn, "Yeah. I'll come over for Christmas. G'night, Yukio."

"Night."

Everything went alright after that night. Yukio never brought up that situation at the shooting range, Shiemi fawned over him instead and kept her crazy BL fantasies to herself, Bon's lame ass insults didn't faze me, and Eyebrows hardly ever came by, but when she did, she was actually a pretty nice girl. Even when I ate in class or in the cafeteria, I could actually eat my lunch without having it ruined or stolen when she was around. Though, I didn't learn her name until that little incident in the club room. But what happened after that was pretty bad; worse than the thing at the shooting range or the other thing with Shiemi and the pervy manga. At least it all paled in comparison to what happened in my former high school.

It started after Gym when we were suppose to shower and get ready for our next class. I almost always took a shower last 'cause I didn't want Bon and the others to make fun of me for having little to no hair at all on my body. I was a small guy, unlike most of the guys there—except for Konekomaru and Takara of course. They were even smaller than me. Anyway, after I showered and most of the guys had left (since our Gym teacher lets us go early for good behavior), I found a girls' uniform in place of mine. I swear, I searched until the bell for that goddamn thing, and before I could ask the teacher for help, he had already left for his next class 'cause he's also a Health teacher.

"What the hell? I can't go to my next class in this! And it's not like walking around in a towel is any better. Isn't that technically streaking?" I muttered helplessly to myself. It was already three minutes until the next bell and I still had nothing, but a towel on. So, just as I always did, I ran to the club room, but dressed in the uniform this time. And just when I thought the day couldn't get anymore fucked, I walk in on Eyebrows.

"Omagosh, you're a siscon!" I cried, pointing to her manga. I've never read the stuff, but as a hardcore otaku, it's just something you eventually come across.

"It's n-not—what the hell! Why are you wearing a girls' uniform!" She nearly screamed.

"Well first, tell me why you're reading dirty manga about little girls!"

"I told you, it's not—I'm not a siscon! Y-you, pervert!"

"I'm the perv? I was forced to wear this, you—you sister loving pedo! You got on my case about that gay manga when it didn't even belong to me and now you're doing this!" I yelled, wagging my finger in her face.

"You said it belonged to you! And I'm not a pedophile! I'm in the same grade as you!"

"I lied, okay! You know what? I really don't want to get into this—it's almost like that thing with Shiemi all over again. You have your interests and I have my own crap to deal with. Since we're both here, let's just try to work this out."

She raised a funny looking eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Alright, Mr. Josou [Japanese equivalent of a male cross dresser]. Let's work this out. How do you suppose we go about this?"

"I'm not a goddamn josou!" I cried, tugging down my skirt. The damn thing seemed to get shorter and shorter every time I moved. "If we're gonna compromise, you can't call me that or speak of this ever again!"

"Okay, then. In return, take back what you said about me being a siscon," she said real smug.

"No, I won't. I promise never to call you that again, but I won't take it back 'cause it's true!"

"Fine, have it your way, Mr. Josou."

"Eyebrows, please!"

I swear, when I called her that, her right brow wriggled like a goddamn caterpillar. She pushed to her feet and rushed over, shoving me out of the room.

"My name isn't Eyebrows, or Siscon. It's Kamiki Izumo!"

I nearly bawled when I recovered because she had locked the door after forcing me out.

"Please, Izumo! I promise to take back everything I said! Just let me in before someone sees me!" I cried, awkwardly fumbling with my skirt. No matter how much or how loud I banged, she just kept on going 'kyaaa' over the little sisters in her manga.

So then, I booked it towards the nurses office and just as I turned the first corner, I ran into someone so hard that it knocked me over. While I was sprawled on the floor, I noticed that the other guy hadn't even budged.

"I'm sorry, I-" just then, everything felt cold as a witches teat. It was the Senior Vice President, Shima Renzo.

"Rin? Why are you dressed like that? Are you cosplaying?" he asked, helping me up.

"It's a long story. Anyway, I gotta go to the nurses office. See ya."

"The nurse isn't in right now. She had to take an emergency leave, so now they're trying to get a teacher to stay in her place. Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. I just need to go, like right now," I said, but he wouldn't let me by.

"Do you have a note or a call from your parents?" he continued.

"Look Shima, I really have to be going now."

I tried to get past him again, but this time, he stuck his goddamn arm out and hooked me.

"You can't leave without first checking in the attendance office; the administration is legally responsible for what happens to you during school hours. So I can't let you go unless you show me proof that you're parents are aware of your early dismissal."

"Really, Shima? Why are you doing this?" I asked, pulling my arm away. He held on so tight that it felt like he'd break my skin at any moment.

"I'm an ASB officer, I can't let you do whatever you please. Now, if you don't have any proof for your release, then I'll escort you back to class."

There really was no point in trying to reason with him, so I made a run for it. For a pink haired pothead, he sure was fast and he had wind. He trailed me all the way to the third floor and into an empty chemistry room. It was real dark in there with all the blinds shut, probably because the last class had to watch a real corny educational video, but it became even darker when Shima closed the door. I'm real glad I hid behind the desks because the prick made damn well sure to check all the storage rooms.

Before he finished, I made a run for it. Just when I reached for the doorknob, the click of the light switch illuminated the class room and old Shima appeared right behind me, slamming his hand on the frame of the door. I swear, he moved like a phantom and that scared the crap outta me.

"Why are you so eager to run away, Rin? I'm doing this for your benefit. You could get a detention or even a Saturday work crew for skipping class," he said real hushed.

"I don't give a flying fuck! If you hadn't notice, there's a life beyond high school."

"You never did explain yourself. How about I let you go if you give me a convincing reason for skipping class?" he asked, getting real close.

"How about I kick your ass and take your damn clothes? Then you'll understand why I don't want to go to class like this."

"You make it sound like someone forced you into that outfit."

"More like someone left me a shitty ultimatum. It was either this or run around campus naked," I said, looking away.

"I don't think you look half bad."

"Don't fuck with me, Shima."

"Rin."

"Go fuck-" and before I could even tell him to fuck himself, he caught me with kiss.

I really wish I hadn't provoked him.

Who knows how long it lasted or if there was any tongue. My mouth just hung open 'cause I couldn't tell where I was or what the hell was going on. And when he finished, the fucker placed his big old blazer round me and left without a word. That's one way to really fuck with a person, you know. Pull out an ace that leaves them feeling like a madman.

I skipped school for a couple days after that, and Yukio kept coming by to check up on me, but I never answered the door or any of his calls. I avoided him for about three days until he decided to enter by force.

"Fer Chrissake! I'm taking a bath! Couldn't you have waited until I was finished?" I said, pulling my knees to my chest.

"I couldn't wait—I wanted to make sure you weren't trying to kill yourself," he said, real stoic.

"Even if I wanted to kill myself, you're about three days late 'cause I would've already done it," I pointed out.

"What is this about, Rin? Did something happen to you at school?" he asked, approaching me slow.

Normally, this is when I'd tell him to go fuck himself, but I was vulnerable. Just like that day in the chemistry room—but with Yukio, it was different. He just kept on until I finally had the piece of mind to swing at him so that he'd keep his distance, and even when I did hit him, he put his arms round me real tight. No matter how much I struggled or cried, he kept on telling me that it wasn't my fault.

What the hell did he know?

He knew nothing, yet here he was, holding me like I was some goddamn baby. I just kept on bawling, and then he kissed me all over—eyes, cheeks, nose, ears, shoulders—anywhere, but the mouth. It wasn't like I kept him from doing it either, 'cause it's not like he hasn't done it before. There was that one time at the burger place, I remember, but that kiss felt impersonal. Just like Shima's kiss. It confused the hell outta me, but it was impersonal 'cause it really was just a kiss. Just like how the kiss you give your mom, or your grandma, or a sibling when they're real small is just a kiss. Those kisses are simple, not a complicated sort of affection. It's just something you do when the time feels right, or even when it doesn't.

"I don't know if I'll ever find out what's the matter. With some people, you just don't, but you still go on living anyway," he said real softly.

That really killed me. I think I fell in love for a split second, but then I felt sick. There are just some people that can drive you crazy. They really can.
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