Mental Blankness
Prologue
"AAAAH!"
A high pitched scream rang throughout the yakuza mansion, followed by the sound of china breaking.
Pekoyama sat up, high and alert. She looked at the bed next to her and sighed with relief when she saw that the person who had screamed hadn't been Fuyuhiko.
"If it wasn't young master," She wondered aloud, "then who was it?"
"DON'T FUCKING TAKE OUR TV YOU IDIOTIC PERVERTS!"
His sister.
"Peko? What happened?" The yakuza rubbed his eyes, yawning. His eyes grew more alert when he heard the screams of his sister. "What the fuck is Jundo up to?"
The grey haired girl prepared her sword, watching Fuyuhiko get out of bed and walk out the door. She quickly trailed after him, not wanting him to get hurt.
"Jundo?" He yelled angrily, not liking his sleep interrupted. "What's up?"
"WHAT'S UP?" She screeched back angrily, "SERIOUSLY? THESE PERVERTS ARE TAKING OUR STUFF AND TIED MY ARMS UP!"
"Seriously?"
"YEAH, SERIOUS-Huh? What are you…? EEK! HE'S TRYING TO TAKE OFF MY FUCKING CLOTHES GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE FUYUHIKO! UGH, NOT YOU, YOU PERVERT! DO NOT COME DOWN THERE!"
His running grew quicker as he rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet. Peko tailed closely behind.
When they came downstairs, one man was taking thing and the other was attempting (and failing) to take off Jundo's skirt as she flailed around angrily, screaming bloody murder.
"Get the fuck off her!" Kuzuruyuu yelled, throwing a punch at the man. He looked stunned for a moment, before throwing a punch right back.
"About goddamned time!" Jundo groaned as Peko untied her.
"Be glad that I saved you at all!" He dodged a punch, kicking the man's leg.
As they continued to battle, Peko rubbed at her eyes and yawned. She was actually pretty glad she wasn't needed right now, because she was tired as hell. Fuyuhiko seemed to have this.
She stared at the ground tiredly, closing her eyes as she fell into a half-conscious half-unconscious state.
"TURN AROUND!"
"Huh?"
CRUSH
CRACK
"NOOO!"
She opened her eyes, and when she did, what awaited her was a world of crimson.
"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUYUHIKO YOU IDIOT!" His sister wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lay in front of her brother's body, blood oozing from the crack in his head.
"Young…master?"
She felt tears fill her eyes, but she hurriedly blinked them back. A tool shouldn't feel sadness or remorse. A tool shouldn't feel period. I-I need to get Fuyuhiko-sama some help. She numbly thought.
What happened after that seemed blurry. She faintly remembered hearing sirens and being in an ambulance, Jundo crying on her shoulder.
She was suddenly in the doctor's office, Jundo and Fuyuhiko's parents by her side. Pekoyama didn't understand a bit of what the doctor was saying, but acted like she did.
"Would the parents please come in?"
His parents quickly ran off.
Pekoyama wanted to say something, anything, but it seemed not even the loudest of screams could break this seemingly endless silence.
Mr. and Mrs. Kuzuruyuu eventually came out, tears brimming their eyes as they sat down, the doctor following behind.
"Well," The doctor stated, "it appears that Mr. Fuyuhiko Kuzuruyuu…
Has amnesia."