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Chapter 6

It wasn't long before I finally stopped choking on tears and lashing out at inanimate objects. I gave up and settled down on the bed to give my raw knuckles and swollen eyes a rest, but once I sought solace in the night, I couldn't abandon the starry blue. Her vastness thrilled and overwhelmed me, like arousal from asphyxiation. I wanted her to take me as I was, swallow me whole, and bring with her every weakness in my body. Every doubt, toil, and feeling I ever had for another would travel into the deep, only to be consumed and forgotten in space and time.

Soon enough, I confided in sleep.

The following day I stopped by at Shima's house to pick Kuro up. Apparently, Shima had forgotten all about it. I ended up standing outside his door for nearly an hour, ringing the doorbell and pounding my raw fists against the door of his flat. So when I finally thought to leave, he pried open the door and pulled me into a smoke filled chamber. The smell caught me by surprised; it was a thick, oily, herb-like, smell that had me squeezing my nostrils. I sure as hell didn't like it at first, but it grew on me. It wasn't long before I realized Shima had been blazing.

"You fucking bitch, you left me to stand outside so you could smoke a fat joint? I want my cat. Where's my fucking cat?"

"Your cat? You want your fucking cat? There's your fucking cat, Buddy!" he laughed, pointing to the fur-ball sprawled at the edge of the carpet.

"What the hell did you do to him?" I demanded, running over to Kuro.

Shima laughed obnoxiously. Everything was funny to this guy; I bet I could land a bone shattering punch to his face and he'd still think it was the funniest thing in the world.

Gently scooping Kuro in my arms, I padded back to the front entrance, but Shima had no intention of letting me go. "Move your fat ass, Shima."

"No, you, Mr. Fatty McFat Fat."

I didn't want to use force with Kuro in my arms, so I tried to push past him, but each time I moved he mirrored me like a goddamn mime. "You're getting on my last fucking nerve, Shima."

"Shima nerve fucking last my on getting you're," he replied. With that, he grinned and flung himself on me.

I quickly pivoted away and dropped Kuro on the couch. And just went I thought I had caught myself, he hung onto my trousers and pulled them down with him. "Shima!" I cried.

"Nice . . . ass—ets," he giggled as he sunk to the floor.

I clung to the back of the couch with one arm while trying to keep my pants up with the other, but the bastard's weight had me sinking with him. "Fer chrissake Shima, let go!" I held on steadfast until my arms began to tingle—eventually, the fucker brought me down with him.

He wrapped his legs round me and buried my face into his chest; goddamn did he smell. When I finally threw my head back for air, he pushed me onto my stomach and straddled my torso, slapping my ass as he gripped the back of my shirt and yelled, "Up giddy!"

"Get off me! You weigh a fucking ton!" No matter how I flailed or cursed, he pushed my face back into the floor and humped my ass like there was no tomorrow. I've never tasted humiliation like this; luckily the idiot was high, or else I would've spent less time flailing around and more time searching for something to make a noose out of. Of course he didn't let go until I started to mellow out myself. I staggered for a bit, buzzing in the head and feeling lighter and lighter as I searched for Kuro. Eventually, I blacked out.

I later woke to a sharp bang to my forehead. When the pain finally dulled, it took me a while to realize the fridge hadn't tipped over and that I was sprawled on the ground.

"Sorry Man, you okay? I didn't see you there," said Shima, peering down at me.

"What?" I mumbled, still clutching to my forehead.

"I opened the fridge and bumped your head. It doesn't look like it'll bruise, but it's pretty red. I'll help you up," he replied, holding out his hand.

I was too tired to insult him, so I took his hand and reached for a chair.

"Let me get that. You're probably really hungry, I'll get you lunch."

"Wait, what? Lunch?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's still the afternoon."

"I must've been out for more than an hour," I muttered.

"No, I opened a window and you came around shortly after that. It's not like you were drunk or anything, you just inhaled quite a bit of smoke."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry if did anything . . . weird, I can't remember much from the last hour, but I'm sure I did something out of the norm," he laughed, gathering ingredients from the fridge.

"Okay . . ." I replied vacantly.

And the rest of the afternoon slipped by as Shima sluggishly catered to me. We hardly exchanged words mostly because we were so tired. It wasn't until he finally asked if I'd like to visit Shiemi that a real conversation started flowing. At first I wasn't so sure, but he said he'd already arrange a double date with her and Izumo.

"Izumo? How the hell did you manage that? And I thought you weren't interested in Shiemi; you made it perfectly clear when you told me all about your dumb ass girl rating system."

"Business interests, Man. And Shiemi wouldn't go with me unless Kamiki went, so when I mentioned your name, Kamiki agreed right away." He sighed, leaning back in his seat, "She lit up like fucking New Years."

"So you volunteered me? That's what you're trying say."

"Yeah, basically. So do you wanna go?" he asked, lazily.

"Sure Shima, but why the hell did you smoke a fucking joint before planning to meet up with your so called 'business interest'?"

"I was nervous, okay?" he said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Like hell you were!"

"You don't believe me?" he asked—irked.

"Of course not you goddamn womanizer. What if she finds out that you were smoking before the date? You'll make us both look like asses!"

"I've opened all the windows and there's plenty of incense burning; I sprayed a lot of air freshener too, but it'll take a while before the smell completely dissipates. I was thinking maybe we could get ready at your place since it's on the way; it might help some with the smell."

I looked at him impatiently; it seemed like this guy was always asking for trouble, but I had already agreed to go. "Alright, c'mon," I sighed.

His eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yeah."

It didn't take me very long to shower and prep, but Shima took his goddamn time primping and checking himself out in the mirror.

"Man, what a fucking narcissist. I don't know any woman that takes nearly as long as you do," I said, leaning on the door frame. At that point, I actually was getting impatient.

"Hey, I may be a guy, but there's really no excuse to look like a cave creature. Women like men who take extra time to look good; it shows that they care enough to be presentable for their lady friends," he replied, rubbing Gatsby in his hair.

"Whatever. I got a date with minimal effort and my showers aren't even half as long as yours."

"It's not necessary to take as long as I do with a face like yours. You don't need to shave or use product on your skin; you might as well be a eunuch," he laughed.

I shoved him down beside the tub and slammed the door, holding it shut from the outside, "What was that? The only sound I hear is you squealing like a little bitch."

"Open the door, Rin! Open it so I can kick your ass!" Shima shouted, tugging from the other side.

I propped my right foot against the frame of the door for more support, but I could feel the bastard putting all his weight into the pull. So when I let go, the entire door popped out of the hinges. I stood there stunned, soaking in the moment. Shima on the other hand, shoved the door aside and leaned on one elbow while he felt his nose, wet with blood. I didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

"You broke my fucking door," I muttered.

"And you broke my fucking nose!" he retorted.

"I was just horsing around, I didn't mean to-" and without even letting me finish, he pushed to his feet and punched a goddamn hole in my wall. My nose would also have been broken had I not shifted within the second. "Look, I'm sorry Shima. Calm down, alright?" I asked, quietly. You would've been scared shitless too if he were breathing against your face like a madman with blood spilling on his lips.

"I didn't smoke all that weed just so I could fuck around with you—I knew I shouldn't have brought you into this . . . what does she even see in you?"

"I'm fucking sorry, okay?" I exclaimed.

He got real quiet and backed up against the sink. "We're gonna have to call up the girls and tell them we can't make it."

I rode with Shima to the hospital and when we got to the Emergency Room, I told him I'd be in the cafeteria while he filled out the paperwork. After finishing up a few pork buns and a bottle of lichee soda, I thought of calling Yukio up before realizing I had forgotten my cell phone at home. So I cantered over to the pay phones and gave him a buzz. He didn't pick up right away, so I prepped myself while it rung: "Hey Man, I just wanted to say—Yukio, I think we were both—no, I think I'm . . ."

"You are?" came a familiar voice.

I slammed the phone against the receiver and stood there idly, "Fuck! Why did I hang up on him?" I looked over at the person on the last pay phone and apologized for the outburst. Suddenly, the phone rang and I picked up eagerly, "Hello?"

"Rin? It's Yukio. Did you call earlier?" he asked.

"Uh, maybe. Anyway, I-"

"Before you say anything, I have some news for you. I have a friend who's looking to hire skilled cooks for his new establishment. You may not have any professional experience or schooling under your belt, but we've done some talking and he's finally agreed to consider you if you're willing to start out as a chef's apprentice. I'll text you his number so you may decide, but please do it soon," he said rather proudly—like he was doing me a big favor.

"Why are you telling me this? I already have a job."

"Well, circumstances have changed and this may prove to be far more rewarding than your part time vocation. I got a call from a friend this morning and he said he wanted to fly me out to India for his wedding," said Yukio.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm planning to fly to America afterward."

"So you're not coming back to Japan?" I asked, a bit concerned.

"Not for a while. I've been offered plenty of jobs in America, and now that I'm eighteen, I can finally meet up with potential employers."

"Does your dad know about this?" I asked.

"No, he doesn't. He's too preoccupied with his work. By the time he realizes I'm gone, I'll be in America already."

"You're selfish, you know that?"

"Selfish?" he asked.

"Yeah, you praise your dad and ride his fucking dick until the tides turn and things are in your favor."

"He's a hard working citizen and that's all I've acknowledged. I never revered him, nor did I ever pursue his good favor. Everything I've accomplished, I've done on my own. I never needed his money or help to gain recognition," he replied sharply.

"Then what about me? If you really didn't give a fuck about your old man, why did you pull me into that stupid ordeal? You really are a faggot, aren't you?"

"It's funny that you're accusing me of such, considering what happened last night," he laughed.

"You know what? Fuck your future employers, fuck your friend, fuck your father, and fuck y-"

"1,200,000 yen, plus a starting salary of 342 U.S. dollars a week, and sponsorship for 11 months."

"Wait, what?"

"Counting your most recent paycheck, you've accumulated a total of 1,200,000 yen in the four months you've been working for me."

"1,200,000 fucking yen?"

"Yes, that translates to about 16,000 U.S. dollars. With that plus a growing salary and sponsorship, you can live pretty comfortably while you train under professionals in Las Vegas."

"The job's in America?"

"Yes, the job is in America. If only you let me finish, you would've-"

"Where are you flying to after the wedding?"

"New York."

"Oh . . ."

We trailed off for about a minute.

"Well, I should get going now," he said.

"Yukio?"

"Yeah?"

" You might wanna give Shiemi a call. I think she's free this evening."

" Oh . . . I see, will do."

I hung up and cantered back to the ER. Seeing that Shima was submitting his form, I waited far back where it was less crowded. When he finished, I waved to him and he sauntered over, looking overwhelmed. I didn't say anything to him mostly because I was thinking about what Yukio told me. My head swam with thoughts about him and the offer in America—it was actually enough to make my stomach turn. So I rushed over to the Mens' Room and stood in a stall with my hands on my knees and my head hanging over the toilet. I tried to hold the pork buns and soda in, but the thought of never seeing that smart ass again despite my decision forced it all out of me. I cleaned up and when I stepped out, I found Shima by the sinks. Rather than stopping to talk, I rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands. Once I finished, we didn't exchange words for a while, so I started out first and he followed after. I stopped before the doors of the ER and looked back at him, suppressing everything I felt—no one needed to see my ugly face all sallow and twisted with misery.

"Come here," Shima said.

I stared at him hard, balling my fists into a knuckle white grip.

"Rin . . ."

"Dont-"

He pulled me in and forced his arms round me as I struggled and cursed, but he wouldn't let go.

"Screw you, Shima—cut it out!" my vision blurred and my facade quickly gave out and my eyes began to water; it was just a big ol' mess. I don't know how long I stood there, hanging my head low while Shima tried to comfort me—I just knew we were there until he was finally called by a medical assistant. Instead of waiting on him like a puffy-eyed fool, I went to the convenience store down the street to buy a pack of smokes. I sat on the curb of the parking lot and noticed that I didn't have a light, so while I dug through my pockets and cursed, someone flipped one out before me.

"Thanks," I said, leaning in with the cigarette in my mouth to catch the flame.

"You waitin' on someone?"

I nodded and looked up. Rubbing my eyes of the last bit dampness, I realized it was Bon. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Nothin' in particular. Just stopped by 'cause I was in the neighborhood. You?"

"I'm waiting on Shima while he gets his nose looked at. I broke his nose on accident while we were horsing around earlier," I said, offering him a cigarette.

He laughed, taking the straight as I leaned in to light it with the burning end of mine. "Sounds like you two have been hitting it off pretty well. It's kinda strange how quickly he's warmed up to you."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"I grew up with Shima, so I know when he's faking all that unconditional kindness. But with you, I can tell he's not bullshitting because he knows you're a good person."

"Ah, you think I'm a good person?" I teased.

"Of course I do," he replied, getting red in the face. "After what you pulled yesterday, I can't thank you enough."

"There's no need to thank me," I said, looking out at the orange horizon.

"If you're ever in need of a favor, just ask."

I mulled over it for a bit, careful not to look at him when I asked: "What were you doing before I helped you?"

He paused as though I had struck a chord, then sighed and propped an arm on his knee as he flicked his cigarette of the ashes that gathered at the end. "I suppose I do owe it to you since you saved my life and all, but it ain't worth risking your life over. So just forget about it," he finally said, pushing to his feet.

"You're in trouble, aren't you?" I replied, sternly.

Without looking at me, he dropped the straight and stepped on it,"You're too damn perceptive y'know that? Just forget it."

"That's fucked up, Bon."

He lingered for a moment then motioned me to follow him, "Fine. Let's talk about this over dinner."

We stopped at a small udon stand and ordered two meals to go. After receiving our food, we made way to a local park.

"Man, I haven't had udon noodles in so long!" Bon exclaimed as we situated ourselves at a well lit bench. It had already gotten dark by the time we got there.

I sat quietly, slurping on my noodles as I waited for Bon to stop bullshitting me. He munched happily on his meal 'til he noticed how quiet I had been since our meeting at the convenience store.

"What?" I asked. He had been staring.

"I was just wondering if you had a girlfriend. You seem like the type."

"Not anymore," I laughed.

"Why are you still single?" asked Bon. He seemed a bit incredulous and that confused me.

"Because that much alcohol generally kills people."

He paused as though he needed time to register the joke, but really, I could tell he was just trying to keep the noodles in. "Man, I'll have to keep that one in mind the next time some asshole asks me why I'm still single. Anyway, I guess I should stop beating round the bush . . . I was on duty yesterday."

"Duty?" I echoed, curiously.

"Yeah . . . I do territorial maintenance if you will. For instance, I regulate the movement of our product—our product being cannabis—as scientists would call it."

"I see," I laughed. That explained where Shima got his weed.

"Anyway, our product had somehow been distributed in other territories, so when I went to check it out, those scumbags you encountered yesterday tried to drive me out. I'm not sure if they were armed, but luckily they held off long enough for you to pass by."

I face palmed and sighed deeply, "Why weed, Bon? Why not get a job that won't get you arrested or better yet, killed?"

"There's a whole lot of people out there who'd gamble life and limb just to alter their consciousness. With generations of consumers like that, there's quite a bit of money to be made."

"Wow, you greedy slut. Is that how you afford maintenance for your goddamn BMW?

"What? Rin, I'm not doing this because I enjoy spending money; my father has cancer and without an inheritance, we don't have much to fall back on. My mom cleans shit for a living and I can't allow her to spend the rest of her life working for dumb ass mofos."

"And all this time I just thought you were an insufferable douche bag. You're amazing, you know that?"

"Thanks?" Bon laughed. "But I'm not anymore amazing than you are. You stick your neck out for insufferable douche bags. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really am sorry for the way I've treated you, Rin. With all the shit that's been happening, I've become a bitter asshole. Not that I'm trying to justify my behavior or anything."

"It's alright."

We went silent for some time before Bon started again.

"Something's bothering you. Mind telling me what's up now that I've disclosed every damn skeleton in my closet?"

I chuckled and trailed off before starting again, "It's about Yukio. He's leaving Japan."

"What? Why?" Bon exclaimed a bit passionately.

"I dunno," though Yukio did explain his reasons for going, I felt as though that wasn't the whole truth. He was always hiding something and now it seemed like I was the one he was hiding from. Or perhaps his situation wasn't all too different from Bon's; the whole self-imposed predicament part that is.

"What was he to you, Rin?"

His question surprised me—it made my face hot and my vision blur. At some point, I started crying again and I didn't know why. I was always crying when it came to Yukio; he was really starting to become a bother.

"Tell you what Rin: the next time I see Yukio, I'll punch him in the face for you. How's that sound?"

I laughed through the wetness gathering my eyes, "Well, I appreciate the sentiment for what it's worth." After I managed to get my shit together we walked back to the hospital. When we got to the entrance, Shima was already waiting on us.

"Why are you two together?" he asked, putting out his cigarette with his shoe.

"We met up along the way. Anyway, what did the doctor say?" I asked.

"Doctor said I don't need any treatment other than rest and being careful not to bump my nose," Shima replied.

"Oh, that's good . . . Well, I should get going. I don't wanna leave Kuro at home alone for too long. And I'm really sorry about your nose, Shima. If you want to be reimbursed-"

"Forget it, Rin. It's okay. And if you want, I can drop you off at home since you're on the way."

"Okay, thanks."

After that night, Bon, Shima, and I hung out pretty often. I also made amends with Izumo and received a second chance. We started dating off and on, but after a while it became serious and we dated for about six months until well near graduation. A few weeks before the ceremony, we decided to have an early celebration of our own at her house since her parents were gone for the weekend. The night started out with reruns of our favorite television shows, followed by tons of movies, junk food, snacking, and then finally a few drinks to set the mood.

"Say Rin, would you do me a big favor?" asked Izumo, emphasizing the word 'big' with an arm spreading motion, followed by her collapsing onto the floor with a giggle.

I hovered over her and kissed her on the forehead, "Anything you'd like, Babe."

"Wear my dress," she grinned, peeling the off the flimsy white garment.

I paused and laughed at the request before finally removing my shirt and jerking the dress on. Flanking both hands round her head, I hovered over and pecked her on the mouth. "There, you happy? Just don't get angry if it stretches."

"You look good in white."

She wasn't the first person to tell me that. I frowned at the memory of that drunken night at Mr. Okumura's house, but dismissed the thought just as quickly as I recalled it.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how I've never actually seen you in your underwear," I chuckled.

She reddened in the face and covered herself. Rather than awkwardly hovering there, I nudged the hand covering her chest and kissed it until she relaxed. Wedging my nose under the bridge of her bra, I pushed it up until the cups sat just above her breasts. They were perky and small enough to fit in my hands. I looked to her and she bit her lip, returning a shy expression. A pang of conviction hit me then, but I dismissed it and continued to kiss her sternum before slowly working down her stomach and just around the lacy trim of her underwear.

"Cute," I breathed, pecking her hip. She shivered under me and let out a tiny squeak, so I stopped and noticed her shaking slightly. "You're trembling. Are you scared?" I asked, softly. That was something Yukio said to me once. I dunno why I felt so confident now. Maybe it had something to do with never being challenged by him ever again. Maybe I was just becoming a man. In many ways though, I still felt immature as ever. Not like I was troubled by physical inadequacies or anything; I just didn't feel like I was the man Izumo deserved. She had changed a lot over the year both physically and as a person. In fact, she was a goddamn swan now and I didn't want to drag her down with me because I still had tons of baggage to deal with.

"Rin?" Izumo looked at me knowingly, so I smiled back and continued pulling down her panties past her little dark curls. For a moment, my eyes roved over her naked figure: smooth, milky white, and slender. I bit my lip and thought about how sexy she looked until I suddenly pictured Yukio under me. I frowned at the thought and pulled away. That goddamn Yukio was a boner killer even when he wasn't around.

Izumo sat up and asked me what was wrong, and rather than responding, I pushed to my feet and removed her dress. I couldn't just tell her I stopped because I pictured myself doing Yukio! It's not necessarily all that normal to think of your best friend while getting frisky with your girl. So I got dressed and told Izumo I'd call her the next day. I never did call her though because I didn't know what to tell her. What's worse is I even avoided her at school. I didn't want to lie to Izumo since I really did respect her, but there was no way I'd disclose the truth. And no matter how I tried to masturbate with the image of her in mind, my thoughts would slowly wander to Yukio. Every fucking time. I quickly grew agitated and sleepless as time progressed until finally she confronted me a few days before graduation. I didn't know what else to say, so I broke up with her. I know it was a shitty thing to do since it was around an important time of the year, but I tried to hold it off for as long as I could. And the longer I held it off, the more it felt like I was lying to her. She really didn't take it too well. It was actually so bad that I ended up making an enemy out of Shiemi.

After graduation, I had no where to go while everyone else celebrated, so Shima offered to let me spend the night at his place while Kuro stayed at the local Veterinary Hospital. He had gotten pretty ill right around the time Izumo and I broke up. As for Bon, he was planning to go on a senior trip with most of the graduating class.

"Do you even know where they're taking you?" I asked Bon outside of the gymnasium.

"I dunno, does it matter?"

"Guess not," I shrugged.

"I heard about you and Izumo by the way."

"Yeah . . . I really fucked up big time," I replied, kicking my feet against the concrete.

"Eh, we all fuck up at some point or another. You at least broke up in person, right?"

"Of course I did! I'm not a fucking prick!" I retorted.

"Calm down. I was just wondering why it got so messy, but when you think about it, there's really no good way to do it. Just don't be a dick about it if she was good to you."

"I know, I know," I replied.

"Anyway, I heard you're staying over at Shima's tonight."

"Yeah, and what of it?" I asked a bit irritably.

"I don't think you should go."

I paused and looked at him curiously, "Why not?"

"Shima's been acting strange lately. He's been rather cautious and eloquent this week. Something's definitely bothering him."

"You're his best friend, why don't you just ask him?" I inquired, absentmindedly picking the fabric from my worn out slacks.

"That's the thing—he won't tell me."

"Well, he invited me so it can't be that big of a deal. I'll keep quiet about it if you're really that concern about him flipping tables."

"Shima smash!" Bon joked in his best Hulk impression.

I laughed and patted his back when Shima turned the corner, "I gotta go, man. See ya around."

"See ya."

"What were you guys talking about?" Shima asked once Bon entered one of the buses reserved for the Senior Retreat.

"I was betting on how he won't get any ass during his trip," I laughed.

"Huh. Well, let's go then."

We stopped at burger joint and a convenience store to stock up on snacks for our midnight gaming session and movie extravaganza. Once we got to his flat, I was relieved the place smelled nothing like it did the last time I visited.

"I see you do know the meaning of restraint. I'm surprised you didn't smoke a joint before graduation," I joked, slapping his back.

"Har har, very funny. I'm gonna take a shower first. You can take one too if you want; the towels are already in the bathroom."

"M'kay. I'll just sit here 'til your finished," I replied, plopping onto one of the designer couches. With that, Shima left me to bide my time. Rather than poking round his house, I decided to mull over the graduation ceremony. Yukio hadn't attended despite not yet having left the country. I had seen him around the school campus a few times, but never in the Lit. Club. And now that Izumo and Shiemi hated my guts, I had the little room to myself for the remainder of the year.

"I wonder if there's anything on," I muttered to myself as I flipped on the television set. Mulling over those things made me a little depressed. So I sat there for about an hour until Shima finally came back. "Took you long enough. What the hell were you doing in there anyway? Primping? It's not like I'm you're fucking date," I joked, switching off the TV.

"Ah shit, and I spent all that time getting pretty for you," he laughed.

"Whatever, man."

After cleaning up for the evening, I cantered into Shima's room with nothing but a towel round my neck. "Can I borrow some of your clothes? I forgot to pack some and I really don't want to run down the street to get any."

"Goddamn, you're lazy," he replied, without turning away from his PC. After some time, he finally noticed my reflection in the screen and cocked his head around to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

He broke into a fit of laughter and nearly fell out of his chair, "Damn you're junk is small! Is that why you didn't get laid?"

"Shut up! It's cold!" I retorted, covering myself.

"Come on, it's not that cold."

"Are you gonna be an asshole or are you gonna let me borrow some clothes?" I said, trying not to get red in the face.

Before Shima could answer, my phone rang. I shuffled over to my bag and retrieved it. Glancing at the number, I realized it was Yukio. "H-hello?" I stammered.

Shima looked curiously over to me, but remained in his seat.

"Hey, Rin. I just wanted to check up on you. How are you doing?"

"Splendid. I'm just about ready to kick back and relax now that graduation's over. I'm pretty sure I didn't see you there . . ." I said, trailing off.

"I wasn't present at the ceremony because my flight for India is today."

"Today? Why didn't you tell anyone?" I asked—real eager. I guess what I really meant to say was, "Why didn't you tell me?" but I didn't ask that. I just mulled over it until it drove me mad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make a commotion with graduation already in course and all."

I grew quiet as I bit back every rude remark that flooded my mind. I wanted to curse him senseless for being so distant and secretive, but I wasn't in any position to. So I forced out the corniest thing I could come up with, "Alright. Well, have a safe flight then."

"Hold on, Rin."

"What's up?" I asked.

"I want to see you one last time. I know it's selfish of me to ask on such short notice, but-"

"I'll come! Just give me a moment to put some clothes on!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled at that, "I'll come by your house. See you in a little bit, Rin."

"Where are you going, Rin?" Shima asked a bit eagerly.

"To see Yukio! He's leaving today so I have to see him off!" I replied in a huff.

As I tugged on my trousers, Shima quickly pushed to his feet and blocked the entrance.

"What the hell are you doing, Man? I gotta go! Yukio's waiting for me!" I exclaimed, after throwing on the shirt I had on from earlier today.

And without any hesitation, he punched me. The world flopped to the side as I fell down and stared incredulously at my reflection in the mirror propped against the wall. Blood ran down my face side ways in a thick stream of arterial red. The first thing that came to mind wasn't the fact that Shima had fucking hit me, but the look on my face. It was a morbid expression that lingered until I came to terms with what had just happened. At that point, I was furious.

"What the fuck was that for?" I demanded, ready to go blitzkrieg mode on Shima if he didn't start explaining himself. But rather than speaking, he responded with a sharp stomp to my gut. I'm pretty sure I blacked out at that point since I don't remember how the hell I went from the foot of the door to his bed. Though, I probably wasn't unconscious for that long since my nose was still bleeding when I woke up. "Shima?" I called out groggily. "Why the hell am I naked?" Suddenly, he appeared at the edge of the bed with a glass of water and a damp towel. He helped me upright 'cause for some reason, it felt as though I had ran a fucking marathon. After cleaning my mouth and nose, he spilled like half of the goddamn water on me as he practically forced it down my throat. I wiped away the fluid trickling down my chin with the back of my hand and just as I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell was going on, he pushed me down against the bed and stuck his tongue in my mouth. No matter how much I struggled or fought, there was no way I could rival his weight and his strength.

So I bit down hard. He pulled away immediately, bringing his fingers to his bleeding mouth. I took that moment to try and scramble off the bed, but he jerked me back in place and back handed me so hard that I nearly fell off the bed. I spat out blood and felt my throbbing mouth as I laid on my stomach in disbelief. While I took a moment to recover, Shima hooked the towel round my neck and forced my legs apart. I coughed and clawed at the towel until he shoved his fingers inside me. Crying out in pain and then gasping hoarsely, Shima continued to thrust his fingers as he choked me. My muscles tightened from the penetration and asphyxiation, but just as my vision began to darken, he pulled the towel away and forced my ass up into the air. He went on to give me the reach around, pumping my flaccid cock until I got a hard on. I moaned and writhed as he touched my genitals and rubbed my ass with his erection. And when I finally caught my breath, I began to sob and convulse as Shima proceeded to stretch me out and jack me off. After I ejaculated prematurely, he finally penetrated me with his cock until I came again. That's when he flipped me over and thrusted and gave a guttural groan while I sobbed and muttered incoherent pleas beneath him. I nearly passed out a second time from asphyxiation, but he made sure I stayed awake long enough to hear what he had to say before coming inside me.

"This is for me, but it's mostly for her."
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