Durarara!
I stood outside of Simon's Russian Sushi store shaking in fear, not knowing what awaits me if I go in. I've only just moved to Japan for the past 2 weeks now and I haven't been sure of anything anymore. Ever since my mother died from cancer my aunts have moved me here so I could get a 'better education', yeah right! They just moved me here so they didn't have to look after me. I'm attending a new school (which I have already forgotten the name of) but because I've arrived so late through the year I can't go to school until the next three weeks, till then I'm all alone. I don't know much about this city except that it's pretty dangerous gangs, the Dollars, the headless rider, kidnappings, killings EVERYTHING happens here! Stuff like that never has happened to me over in Australia, which is why I have to be extra careful. If you're wondering why I'm at the front of a Sushi Shop almost crapping my pants it's because I'm trying to get a job and some strangers told me that a guy named Simon is hiring. They also told me he once he punched someone so hard that they flew all the way to America and the fact that he's big and scary.
So now I'm at the Sushi store freaking out and clutching my resume in my hands so hard that I feel it almost ripping. I took a deep breath and for no apparent reason, ran like a mad man inside, where did that leave me? On the floor surrounded by sushi because I crashed into someone. I rubbed my head in pain before looking up to see who I crashed into, it was Simon, yup the same Simon that bashed the crap out of people. He looked at me and I knew he was pissed off; I was so scared that my whole body was shaking. He towered above me and then reached out his hand, I knew he was going to grab me and do something unspeakable. So what did I do? I cried. I cried so hard that everyone in the shop was looking at me.
"I'm…I'm so s…sorry, I didn't mean to…to bump you…PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I cried.
"Are you alright" Said the man, he had is hand out to help me up. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve and then reached out to touch his hand, he then pulled me up.
"You should really watch were you're going" He said.
"I…I know…It's just…I'm new here and I'm really nervous" I stuttered.
"Oh really where do you come from then?" He asked.
"A small town in Australia" I replied pulling a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well then welcome to Russian Sushi, would you like to buy?" He greeted.
"Oh, so you're the owner of the shop? Great! I was wondering if I could apply here for a job, I could really use the money?" I asked with a smile.
"Sure but I'll have to see a resume" He said. I nodded and handed him my crunched up resume, maybe I shouldn't have held my resume to tight. He read my resume thoroughly; it only took him five minutes which to me felt like hours.
"Well from what I can see here I see absolutely nothing wrong" He said and I felt much relief "But…" He continued "Your only fifteen, I only hire people at sixteen" He stated.
"Great…" I groaned "Looks like I won't be able to pay my rent bills."
"Don't you live with your parents?" He asked. I shook my head "No, my mother past away and my aunts sent me here for a better education, and I don't even know my dad" I replied sadly. I miss my mother, if you had lost a loved one you would understand what I was going through.
"So you're all alone…" He said. I just nodded my head.
"Well then…" He said rubbing his chin "You're HIRED!" He boomed pointing his finger at me.
"R…really, you're hiring me?" I said is disbelief. He nodded in response.
"Yes you start on Monday" He said.
"Oh my god, THANK YOU SO MUCH! You have no idea how much this means to me" I exclaimed and hugged the tall man. He laughed.
"I'll see you on Monday" I said and started to walk away but stopped "Wait I didn't catch your name."
"It's Simon" he smiled.
"Nice to meet you I'm June" I waved to Simon and headed off home. I walked down the street, relieved that I got the job and made a new friend. Everything was peaceful until I heard:
"IZZAAAYYYAAAAA!" Yelled out a man. Next thing I heard was crashing and windows breaking and cats crying. I looked to see a black haired man wearing a coat running like he was in the Olympics, I shrugged and thought it was nothing until a blonde hair man ran up to me.
"AHHHH!" I screamed. He held me up above his head again yelling.
"IZZZAAAYYYYAAA!"
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK! PUT ME DOWN YOU MANIAC!" I screeched. He looked up at me.
"Oh sorry, I mistook you for a vending machine" He said. I felt relieved until till he threw me half way across the street.
"HELP ME!" I cried before falling into someone's arms. It was the black haired man.
"Sorry about Shizu-chan, he has some…anger issues" He said giving me a toothy grin. Before I knew it I was again thrown away onto the hard, cold concrete, where I almost got hit by a vending machine.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled. I was surprised the black haired man dogged that attack while at the same time saving me.
"I LOVE ALL HUMANS" I heard the black haired man call out, running for his life away from the blonde haired man.
"Ok this is enough randomness for one day" I said rubbing my head "I'm going home" I was about to get up before someone grabbed my hand and yanked me into their arms.
"Hello there beautiful, my name is Masaomi" He spoke lifting my chin up to meet his eyes "It's weird, I think there is something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off of yours"
It was the corniest thing anyone has ever said to me in my whole entire life.
"Um...how can I say this nicely?" I asked myself "HELL NO!" I pushed the boy away from me, more like threw him away. He gave me a look of disappointment.
"Aww and I thought no one would resist my manly charms" he pouted. The boy had yellow-blonde hair and wearing a school outfit.
"Listen" I sighed "You seem like a nice guy, but I'm not looking for a relationship"
"Maybe I can take you out for a milkshake, you know like a date" He flirted, winking at me.
"Listen I..." Before I could finish I heard someone else's voice.
"Masaomi! Are you picking up chicks again?" It was a boy with brown hair wearing the same uniform. He walked up beside the Blonde haired boy.
"I'm sorry if the ladies can't resist me" said the blonde haired boy, known as Masaomi.
"I'm sorry about my friend here he's a bit, off" He apologised "Hi I'm Mikado and I see you've meet my friend Masaomi" he held out his hand to shake mine but Masaomi pushed Mikado away.
"Yes, it is I Masaomi the most handsome, gorgeous man around" He boasted flicking his hair. Now I was completely uncomfortable not with Mikado but with that bloody pervert Masaomi, maybe I can quickly talk myself out of this.
"Listen it was nice meeting you two but I really have to go" I said nicely as possible.
"What's the rush, Mikado and I could show you all the hot spots, come on what do you say?" Masaomi asked.
"Listen it's a really generous offer but I REALLY have to go" I explained.
"Wait list I..." Masaomi didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. He reached out for me but ended up tripping over and falling down taking me with him.
"Ouch" I cried. I looked up to see Masaomi's head. In between my breasts. I was now officially pissed.
"Masaomi! Get off her right now!" Mikado shouted. Masaomi shook his head that was still between my breasts.
"Am I dreaming or is this heaven?" He said, sounding like a pervert. I shoved him away, got up and stormed away.
"Wait, where are you going? I didn't even catch your name!" Masaomi shouted. Mikado looked at Masaomi with a disappointed look "You are such a PERVERT!" he yelled.
"Mikado...I think I'm in love" He exclaimed "I THINK I'M IN LOVE!" He cried.
"How dare he! That damn PERVERT!" I mumbled angrily. I was not happy my breasts were just sexually abused by Masaomi's face. I couldn't believe I let that guy do that! I tried to shrug it off but his stupid little grin was still stuck in my head.
"Fucking Masaomi" I mumbled, kicking a pebble that was on the side of the footpath. Besides that unfortunate turn of events I was glad I was going back to my apartment, knowing that no one is going to molest me. I stopped at the corner of the street to see next to me a dark alley way. I knew that was the quickest way to my apartment, but the most dangerous it would take me 20 minutes to get there. If I took the safe way and kept on walking it would take me around 50 minutes. I sighed, all I wanted to do is go back home.
"Uh what the hell" I thought heading down the alley way. Half way down I thought "This isn't so bad, it's not like something is going to pop out of the blue and strangle me" boy was i wrong. Suddenly a hooded man grabbed me from behind and started to strangle me with a rope of some sorts.
"AHHH!" I cried. I started to cough and gasp for air, I tried kicking and attacking him but his grip on me was too tight. I thought I was going to die.
"Give me your fucking money" He spat.
"I...*Cough* don't have...a...any money" I choked. He then tightened the rope around my sore throat. I always thought to myself I was never going to get myself into these situations, that I wasn't a pathetic little girl crying for help. I told myself I would be strong and kick anyone's as if they tried anything, I was wrong. Shows you how weak you are. Now I'm here in a dark alley way being strangled to death by some homeless low life.
"I'll say it one more time" He growled "GIVE ME YOUR MONE-"Before he could finish he was hit by a vending machine, letting me go. I coughed as I quickly started to catch my breath. I turned around to see the blonde haired man again, the one that almost threw a vending machine at me.
"Damn it I lost him again" He groaned, then turned his attention to me "Hey you're that kid from before right?" He asked. I merely replied with a croak due to the fact I was too busy gasping for air to properly answer.
"Are you alright?" He asked. When I finally got enough amount of air I then replied with "Am I alright? NO I'M NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT I WAS ALMOST STRANGED TO DEATH BY A FUCKING HOBO! BY THE WAY THANK YOU FOR THROWING A FUCKING VENDING MACHINE AT HIM, REALLY APPRECIATE IT. IF YOU EXSCUSE ME I'M GOING HOME! I'VE HAD ENOUGH RANDOMNESS FOR ONE FUCKING DAY!" I shrieked at him. I then turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could back home. All I heard from the blonde haired man was "Whatever."
I finally got home and I looked to my right where there was a big mirror. I saw a huge, thick, long-red scar that went all across my neck. I ran my finger along the scar but flinched away, it hurt like hell. I then waddled over to my soft queen-sized bed where I collapsed. I was exhausted like I just ran a marathon or something. I reached over to the phone on the table next to my bed and dialled in a number.
"RINGGGG" Went the phone.
"Hello?" asked a young lady.
"Angela! How are you?" I spoke cheerfully, or tried to.
"I've been busy; you wouldn't believe the assignment I have! You're lucky you get to miss 3 weeks before going to school, bastard" She groaned.
"Hmmm let me guess maths homework?" I asked.
"Nope just a two to three hour exam plus an assignment I have to finish by tomorrow" Angela yawned.
"Wow that's awful, but I can top it" I said.
"June it's algebra and trigonometry, like you can beat that!" She laughed.
"Oh trust me it will beat that" I argued "First I was thrown half way across the street, I was then almost hit by a machine, got hit on by a guy that used the most corniest line, then had him fall face first into my boobs not wanting to get away from them, I was then almost strangled to death by a hobo, saved by the same guys that almost through a vending machine at me, and through all of that the only thing I got out of it was a job and a scar around my neck" I complained. Angela just laughed.
"You think this is funny?" I asked.
"N...No it's just I can't believe that guy fell face first into your boobs" Angela laughed hysterically.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah the guy just got lucky" I frowned.
"Ha, ha, ha well it's was nice talking to you again but I have to finish off my assignments, I love you girl have a good night sleep okay?" Angela said.
"Ok love u too and good luck on your assignment" I said before hanging up. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes. I was done. I was done for the day; there was no way I could survive that again. There was no way stuff like that was ever going to happen again.
But I was wrong; things were going to be worse than I could ever imagine.
To be continued.