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One step

Saturday afternoon. The clouds seem to getting thicker, ready to set out some rain like how she is right now. It's been a while since she's been like this. Not like I can help it. It all started when I didn't listen to her. Well nothing new to that. But still… seeing her like this pains me even more.

"Kaoru" I called seated in the chair next to her. "C'mon hear me out."

No answer. Just a sip from her cup. But still I waited for it. And as I wait I can't help but observe her. The bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, how unnaturally pale her skin is, her cracked lips probably because of dehydration, and her messy bun…

"I'm sorry" I whispered. She didn't hear it.

I tried to reach her hand. She stood, took her jacket and left me with just the sound of the door being shut.

"Fuck" I cursed, slouching in my seat.

He never listened to me when I needed him to. Never did. He says that it's alright but it never was. Told him no secrets but he kept on having some. Ah no, not some more. The longer I stayed with him, the more secrets he have.

'Kaoru' I can hear him, his sweet loving voice calling out for me. But I ignored it.

'Screw you asshole' I thought as I sip some coffee from my cup.

He started again. I ignore him even more.

'What good is it to listen to a liar?' I asked myself looking blankly at the wall.

'Ah the wall' I breathed as the memories came up. We pretty much has lots of photos on it. And I caught myself staring at one of the pictures hanged on it. It was the night of my eighteenth birthday. Everyone was there except for him. We were all partying and when it's over, everyone's left. I sat there, hugged my knees and waited for him. I wasn't really that lonely about it. It's just probably because of the alcohol, making me think of stupid things. I started crying, thinking he didn't care. But then when the day almost ended, the feeling of being lifted woke me up, and there he was smiling like an idiot and carrying me like a princess that I wasn't. With a bag filled with gifts he said…

'I'm sorry.' It was such a sweet word back then. But now, it sounded like shit. Fuck him.

Hating the memories in my head, I stood up took my jacket and run off outside with a bang of a door.

I met him when I was seventeen. I was pretty much laid back at those times with pretty much nothing to do. After we defeated Him, the monsters tried to attack the city and with Mojo as the leader of course. And as an obvious result we defeated them every single time. And as the time goes by, they started to get discouraged and stopped and hid themselves from the society. And thus Townsville is no longer in danger. And since it's like that, we were barely called anymore, except if we're really needed. The three of us went to high school peacefully. To our disdain, we ended up in different classes and made some new friends. Well, that can't be avoided.

When we reached our second year, we're still friends though but not as much as before. Well, it seems that Momoko and Miyako weren't really happy of my choice of friends. They say they're people that I, a good student and a hero of justice, shouldn't hang with. They're not that bad. I mean they only got into trouble sometimes. It wasn't that serious. Well there was this one time. But it was only this once and they started to bicker like they're my mom or something. And like if they're going to do something bad to me, I can surely fight back obviously. So nothing to worry about.

Anyway, since they were kind of the wild type of people, they of course hang out with other wild people.

"Tonight?" I asked, brow furrowed.

"Yup, tonight. We're gonna meet some of our friends. We figured that it will be fun if you come along. They're awesome. So you better come." Arata said then kicked the ball straight to goal. And with a smile he said "They're totally not weirdos. I promise."

"Weirdos" I snickered at the comment. "Like you're not one."

"Am not! Idiot." He said as he pushed my shoulder slightly. "You can invite your girly friends too you know. Miyako-chan and the other one."

The other one. I can't help but snicker. Momoko has always been the other one or the one next to Miyako. If she hears this, she'll totally kick his balls.

"So you comin'?" he asked passing the ball to me.

"You see, I got a curfew." I said trying to escape the temptation.

"We all have one, Kaoru-chan." He said smirking at me. Damn him.

"They say you're a bad influence you know." I said playing with the ball in my hand.

"Why don't you find out then?"

I looked at him and damn. I'm so gonna regret this.

I'm totally regretting this. Well that's what I thought.

"Fuck! We're going in a club?" I whispered as we draw closer to the place. It's twelve in the morning and I just sneak away from home using my powers.

"Relax. It's not that kind of place." Chika said smiling. As usual she's wearing her favorite cargo pants which she stole from this small shop. All of her favorites are stolen by the way. It was paired with a pink tank top which Arata forced her to wear through a dare.

"I don't really know what 'kind of place' you're referring to. I mean I have lots of ideas what this place is." I said with the tiniest voice I can manage. After all I'm still a kid who doesn't want to get caught.

"Don't worry. We're not gonna sell you or something. Like someone would want to have you." Kishi joked. Asshole. I'm seriously going to ruin that blonde hairdo he just had.

"Hey you're gonna burn him with that stare Kaoru." Arata laughed as he dragged me inside the place.

It was pretty much I don't know. How do I describe this? Not a prostitute place. Thank god. That's the last place I want to be in. Oh well. Everything seemed nice. Loud music, a lot of people partying and we actually just sneak in the place. So far so good. But there's really something about this place like they have tats… most of them. Cool. Maybe I should get one.

"Oi Kaoru!" I heard Chika yelling from the counter. Seems like I got dragged by the crowd.

I started to move towards them and it started to get irritating. Damn it. This crowd is annoying the hell out of me. The moment I took a step forward someone would accidentally step on my foot hit my head, shoulders and my back. I feel like I'm being attacked.

Back. Shoulder. Stomach. Fuck. Head. Toe.

Fuck. I've never been so uncoordinated my entire life. And with a last big step, I somewhat got out of the crowd but was ungracefully pushed from the back.

"Shit" I cursed waiting for the sound of my face hitting the concrete. But nothing. I looked up.

"Seems like I caught a damsel in distress." He said as his arms caught my stupidly clumsy body.

I stared at him.

He smirked at me.

And the only thing going through my head is Butch… the hell.