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Chapter 4

I only had a few days until the holiday break. Instead of going to school, Yukio agreed to talk to my teachers and get my homework for me. He came over afterward, saying something about having to leave for a while and that I should have everything completed before he came back. I half-assed everything of course, so when he returned, he nearly kicked me down the steps of the porch.

"You had nearly two weeks to read a hundred paged book, watch a movie, write several pages on it, and finish up a few worksheets—why the hell are you so far behind?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"I've been dicking around as usual, duh. At least I've read some of the book and finished all of the worksheets."

"How much is some?"

"Hardly enough to meet your standards, Confucius."

When he opened his mouth to speak again, I approached him slow and lightly touched his jaw where I had hit him; it had been over a week since that incident at my house, but the bruise was still there. He flinched, so I moved my hand to the back of his neck. It's something a middle aged woman does to her husband, but boy when I did it, I could tell that really killed him. He grew quiet and his eyes became unsteady like he was afraid to look at me.

"That's it! That's the ace I'll pull out whenever you decide to emasculate me with your godddamn nagging," I laughed.

"Just get your stuff so we can leave," he said, pushing my hand away.

I went off to gather my things, but when I returned he looked over my bag once and gestured me to follow him upstairs.

"You can't go to my father's house looking like a homeless person. I don't care if you look like that when we're together, but when you're in the presence of my father, you have to look like you have some self-respect," he said.

"Pfft, I spend most of my life in a uniform. The working class hardly has time to worry about appearances."

He shoved past me and rummaged through my closet without even asking. Jeez, I liked the guy but he was beginning to get on my nerves.

"Why do you have an over sized blazer?" he asked, pulling it out of the waste bin. It was the one Shima gave me; he never asked for it back.

I thought of snatching it from him, but that would only make the old prude suspicious,"I ordered the wrong size. They wouldn't let me return it, so I ordered another one," I said. I'm not sure if he bought it, but what happened between me and Shima was nothing to fret over. It really wasn't.

It didn't take long for Yukio to give up on my sad wardrobe, so he offered to buy me a new set of threads. It was real nice of him, but I decided to check my old man's closet anyway. I'll admit, wearing a dead guy's clothes is weird, but he was my old man and it's just clothing after all. So I went ahead and looked through his room. It was the first time I ever set foot in there mainly because I felt odd about it, but what I found in there would forever change the face of history for me.

That day, I discovered Kurikara.

It was a piece of junk if you ask me 'cause the blade was dull, but after reading an envelop attached to it, I kept that thing closer to me than any enemy I'd ever encounter. My old man had planned on giving it to me as a birthday gift, but he didn't live long enough to see that through. Man, that really made me weary.

"Rin? You find anything?" Yukio asked as he poked his head inside the room.

"Oh, uh, nothing really. Just a bunch of clerical junk—you know, priest stuff," I said, stowing the old katana away. I don't know why I hid it, I just did.

"Rin, we should get going. Given it's Christmas Eve, the mall may close early."

I really got a bang out of that trip. Really. With my foster family gone, I rarely had the money or the motivation to go to the mall for the hell of it. The only time I did was when I got lucky enough with a girl. At my previous high school, I knew a real splendid guy—clear thinking too. He hooked me up with this funny looking broad once, but I thought she was kinda cute, so I took her to the mall and treated her like a real princess. You know, buying her crepes and holding her bags for her—all that cutesy crap that guys do when they like a girl. Thing is, I never called her back after that, so I guess I didn't really like her.

We went to about a dozen stores before we found a place that sold suits small enough to fit me. Yukio picked out a wool tweed suit at H&M and although it was trendy and sophisticated, I wasn't too hot about it; "Yukio, my good man, if you really must know . . . I went to Haaaarvard," I said in a rather nasally and snooty tone. "How'd you like that? I sound fresh out of an Ivy League school, right?"

"If you didn't know how to laugh at yourself, you'd be dead by now," he muttered under his breath.

I laughed and gave him a fat old kiss on the cheek, "Cheer up you big lug, it's Christmas Eve!" I exclaimed. "I really like the blazer you picked out, but I think all this tweed is a bit much for me. Lemme go switch up a few things—be right back," and so I pressed on through H&M. After gathering a few things, I hurried back to the changing room and presented my take on the outfit. I exchanged the thick printed tie with a thinner black one, I also switched out the bottoms with whisker wash jeans, changed the black Oxfords with grey Vans, and added dark aviators to polish it off. Yukio on the other hand looked mortified.

"What? You hate it?" I asked a bit injured.

"No, not at all. I think I'm attracted to you is all."

I smiled thinking he was just poking fun at me, until it got awkward. He just kept on staring, so I broke the silence and said, "That's really gay."

"What?" he inquired.

"Never mind."

We didn't stay very long at mall after that. Yukio went all out and restocked his groceries like there was gonna be a nuclear fallout. Turns out, he volunteered me to make a few dishes for the Christmas party. I got a bit sore when he told me that, but Yukio was a cool guy and it was just gonna be the four of us anyway.

"If I strain my back from lifting all these groceries, you're giving up your bed tonight you goddamn slave driver," I huffed, hauling the last of the bags into his fancy pants kitchen.

"Sure thing," he said, setting down a white towel on the counter. "Crap—I left the faucet on in the bathroom, I gotta go take care of it before the tub overflows. Start putting the stuff in the fridge; I'll help you after I turn the faucet off."

"Nah, go ahead and take your bath. I'll take care of things here," I said.

He went on ahead, but the moron left his towel on the counter, so I hurried after him. I swear, I had a field day trying to find that goddamn bathroom; his apartment really was that big. And when I did, I got real sore and wished I hadn't been so thoughtful.

"Yukio, you left your towel . . ." I trailed off for about a minute or so after that, and before I knew it, he was grinning like a madman.

"See something you like?" he laughed, taking the towel from my hands.

"I, uh—the groceries. Hm, yeah."

I got the hell outta there when I finally realized what I've done. It wasn't like I've never seen a guy's johnny before, but damn, Yukio was really packing if you know what I mean. I almost felt sorry for the poor girl he'd end up plowing. Rest in peace her vagina.

After that little run in with Yukio, I managed to clear my head and start up several dishes before he returned. It had been a while since I've cooked for anyone else outside of work, but at that point I had enough field experience to knock his family's socks off.

"It smells great, Rin. Your domestic abilities are impressive; you'd make a great housewife," he joked while poking around.

"Housewife my ass, go fuck yourself. And stop touching everything—I had helluva time putting this together!"

He raised his arms in a disarming manner, "You got it, Chef. If you need me, I'll be in the living room."

It took quite some time to finish preparing all of the dishes, but with enough concentration and effort, I ended up pulling it off all by myself. I was real weary by then 'cause I also managed to finish the assigned reading while I cooked. All there was left to do was watch the movie and write a paper on it. I wandered out to the living room and plopped down beside Yukio. He didn't say anything, so I collapsed against his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked.

"Jump Square," he replied.

"You're like an old fart, you know that? When's the last time you ever did anything fun?"

"Are you bored, Rin? Have you finished cooking? And what about your assignments? What are you going to do about that?"

Straightening up, I gazed at him real hard until he put down the reading and looked back at me.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," I said, sweeping my palm over his bangs. "I don't know how we've gotten this far, but I really would've kicked your ass by now if you weren't so fucking special."

"As if I'd ever let that happen. What the hell are you getting at?"

I grinned and reclined in my seat, unsure of what to say next. You never really plan on those moments when you finally rid yourself of that weight on your chest, but even though it's quite spontaneous, it somehow works out even if it doesn't end well.

"A few years back, I went to a public school in the country side before transferring here. It was a memorable few years I'd say; I really knew how to fuck things up. The first couple of months were great, mostly because I couldn't understand their dialect. I thought everyone was so nice and friendly, but I soon caught on and realized people were actually making fun of me; they had the goddamn nerve to do it in my fucking face. That wasn't what set me off though. I could handle the half-witted insults and the abuse, but that wasn't what pushed me to beat a chauvinistic bastard beyond recognition. I completely lost it when they used my little sister to lure me out and implement a hazing. She wasn't my own flesh and blood, but she was just an innocent kid . . .You know, I really wish I could remember how I turned the tables on the fucker who lead the assault, but I blacked out when it supposedly happened. I'm not sure how it's even possible for me to be here and not in some correctional facility, but a guy named Mephisto made it all happen. Really, I was like: 'what sorcery is this?' when I found out I'd be attending a school that actually has doors on the bathroom stalls and condom-free fountains."

I laughed but Yukio went silent for some time, training his gaze on the corner of the room like there was some sort of energy lingering there. It scared me, but he finally digressed: "Before I met you, I intended to join the Foreign Legion as a medic because the Japanese military wouldn't accept me, but my father convinced me to stay here in Japan."

"Why wouldn't the military accept you?" I asked.

He looked off for some time before replying, "I killed someone when I was very young."

I peered over at him, unsure of what to say, and the expression on his face really killed me. It was so goddamn depressing.

"My memory of it isn't quite clear because of past medical complications. Still, officials admitted me into a psychiatric ward after being released from the hospital. I've spent most of my childhood in that institution, and I should still be there, but my father found me and paid them off in exchange for my release. I'm not too sure of the details, just that he's the only family I've got left. There's still a chance my brother might be alive, but I highly doubt I'll ever meet him. It's been too long."

Yukio and I didn't speak much after that. I didn't know what to say, so I just patted him on the back and stayed by his side as we watched the movie assignment together. I guess this is what real friendship feels like; it's so raw and honest, but at the same time there are heavy burdens to bear.

It didn't snow that Christmas.

I was really disappointed, but at least I made a good first impression with Yukio's old man. At least I think I did; it could have been all the alcohol he consumed that made him so fond of me.

"Yukio, this kid's a riot! Isn't that right, Shura?" asked Yukio's dad. Shura shrugged and went back to yelling at the television 'cause there was a Christmas special for some funky game show.

Shura, the woman I saw at the burger place, turned out to be Yukio's potential fiance. Nothing was official, but Yukio's dad had his sight set on her because she was so fucking special. Just like Yukio, she was a genius, but she didn't act like a pretentious bitch because she really didn't give a fuck. You know? Like in that American movie, Good Will Hunting. I think that's what it's called. Anyway, in that movie, the main character was kinda like me; he was an orphan, so he moved around a lot. I swear, I've gone through so many foster homes and adopted so many surnames that if I tried to count them all, I'd lose track before I got to the one I was born with. Thing is, I don't even remember my original surname. That's really fucking terrific, isn't it?

Anyhow, the main character jumps from foster home to foster home until he finally lives on his own. He works at MIT as a goddamn janitor. Occasionally, this professor writes out math problems that took him years to figure out. He does it to see if there are any mathematicians among the lot, and whaddya know? The main character solves them all. He does it anonymously though, so the professor has a field day trying to figure out who solved the problems. When he finally figures out who it is, the main character winds up in jail for assault. And this isn't the first time he's committed that crime. He has a long history of assault charges and other stuff you'd never want to have to put on a resume. So, the professor pulls some strings and becomes his parole officer on the condition that the kid hones his skills as a math genius, but the main character doesn't want to get involved, he just wants to go back to his own life and do whatever it is he wants to do.

She's sorta like that-according to what Yukio told me. He really hates her guts for that reason. Apparently, even though he is a genius, he works a bajillion times harder just to keep up with her. Though, I really liked her 'cause she pwns Yukio just by existing; I can't help but giggle like a teenage girl at the thought of it. Anyway, the party wasn't too bad. Yukio wasn't a tight ass for once, Shura nearly smothered me with her breasts 'cause she really was that drunk, and Mister Okumura. was alright until Yukio left to drive Shura home.

The old fart was piss drunk, so I watched over him until Yukio got back. He kept stumbling all over the place and slurring random things; man, he was a sorry mess. I took him up to his room after that, and guess what? He was built like a fucking line backer, and yet I still crawled up a goddamn staircase with his drunk ass. When we got there he spilled his beer all over me, but when I wanted to leave and change my shirt, the old fart wouldn't let me go. He'd start to bawl if I so much as touched the doorknob, so I asked to borrow one of his shirts. He got up, grinning like a madman, and clambered into his closet 'cause he didn't want me to touch anything. Pfft, I was the sober one! But it gets better; he came out with this white dress, telling me how terrific I would look. I wasn't having it, but he kept pushing me, so I put the fucking thing on and he started laughing like a hyena.

"Piss off, old man!" I cried, when he tried to put lipstick on me.

He got me into a hold and managed to smear the red crap on my lips. And it didn't stop there; this is when things got really fucking weird.

"You look just like her, Rin. You really do."

"Who?" I asked.

"Yukio's mother."
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