Iwai hated eating. He didn't know why. He just did. Maybe it was the fact that everything he ate seemed to have a texture that was similar to cardboard. Or maybe it was because the taste had no appeal to him whatsoever. Or maybe, it was because he just didn't like eating. Even as a child you didn't like to eat, but ate because his mother asked him to. Even lollies and cakes. He just didn't like it. It was tedious to have to eat three meals a day, when most of the time you weren't hungry and you didn't enjoy the food anyway. When Shinomiya found out that he wasn't eating he immediately took it on himself to make sure that Iwai was well fed. It was his job to make sure that the boys in the dorm were healthy and fit for school. For some reason, Iwai found himself eating as Shinomiya told him to. Rather like his mother used to do, except that his mother used to whine at him until he ate for her. Shinomiya got irritated if he didn't, and refused to spend time with him until he did. Iwai didn't like this. Sometimes he wasn't hungry for days and Shinomiya was his best and only friend. Iwai thought that he would rather eat than lose this friend. But sometimes fate has other ideas what if he'd rather be lonely than eat. What will Shinomiya do now?
Iwai woke with a start as there was a rather irritated rap on his door. It was only 6.00 in the morning and Iwai was wondering who the heck it might be, it was common knowledge that he wasn't a morning person, so whoever it was had some nerve waking him up this early. They would have to receive the glare from hell. Iwai stumbled across the room in his pale blue pyjamas, unlocked and opened the door, to find a rather annoyed looking Kaoru standing there, complete with pink eye covers and green face mask. This was normal, Iwai's calm brain thought, how else could he make himself look so dazzling, but still. He looked the long haired blonde over, from the bunny clad feet to the curlers in his thick hair, it was oddly frightening. Unfortunately this isn't how the scene played out at all, on the contrary, as his brain was only half awake and still filled with numerous funny dreams, all he really saw was a masked goblin creature complete with gutted rabbits for shoes, and all his fuzzy brain could make him do was give a croaky yell and stumble over one of his out of use easels.
"What the heck was that for, you would have thought from your reaction that you'd just seen something hideous?" Kaoru sneered. Iwai was about to say 'yes', but thought better of it, anyway, he was cut off by Kaoru muttering, "There's a phone call for you, it was lucky that I was awake getting ready for school, or else everybody would be up by now." And with that he stormed off toward the bathroom, most likely to make himself more ugly to become more beautiful. Yes Iwai still isn't awake.
He cleared his throat and picked up the phone "Hai?" He answered timidly and almost died when he heard the voice of his father answer on the other end of the phone.
"Ah, so your still alive are ya, well, all the better for me. Look I need you to do me a favour. I need you to make me some artwork, doesn't matter what it is, but I need them ASAP, and before you ask why, it's for the company."
"But I have school, I don't know if I have the time-"
"Oh yeah about that, if you don't do it, I'll tell that school what you really are, and they'll get rid of you in no time flat, you know that I don't lie about this sort of thing."
"How many do you need?" Iwai replied quietly.
"'Bout a hundred, as I said it can be bout anything, just so long as they look posh, like a real artist has done them, k and I need them in two months."
"Two months! But how am I-"
"Don't know don't care, just do it." And with that he hung up. Iwai sat on the cold floor and tried not to break down, this is not what he needed right now what with mid year exams coming up and a number of assignments on the go. He cradled his head in his hands and started to cry. Ever since his step dad came along his life had turned from bearable to completely pointless, he should just die now and save himself the trouble. Then he thought of Shinomiya and decided now wasn't the time for cutting, he needed to get those painting done or his past would be revealed. That brought up a new point, how was he going to get the money for supplies and canvas, the school would get suspicious if he took more than his share of canvas and paints. He had to go back to his past to ensure his future. He just hoped that the bars would have him back, if not there was always the street.