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Chapter one
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The smaller boy backed up into a corner as the bigger figure loomed over him and closed in. A sly grin plastered on the bigger one's face.
"Well well well, if it isn't Hanatarou, must be my lucky day since I ran into you in such a deserted hall way." He said as he crackled the knuckles on his hands. Hanatarou swallowed hard. The only reason why he was here was because this was where his locker was, and both of them knew that.
"Shi-Shiba-san, please, let me g-go… what did I do to make you so angry?" He said as he slid down against the wall and fell to his bottom. Ganju gave a snort.
"Nothin'. Just looking at weak shrimps like you makes me irritated,"
He said as he grabbed the front of Hana's collar and hoisted him up so they were face-to-face.
"Got any money on you today?" He asked through gritted teeth. Hana squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, unable to speak. Ganju frowned. This kid never had money on him.
"You're lyin' Hana. I can tell."
"N-no! I really don't have anything!"
"Yeah right, now cough it up or you'll pay."
"Shiba-san! Please! Believe me, I don't have anything besides…"
He raised an eyebrow at this.
"Besides?"
"I-it wouldn't really interest you, but the only things I have on me are my books and herbs."
Ganju stifled a laugh.
"Herbs?"
He nodded. The other burst out laughing and his grip on the collar tightened.
"Don't fuck with me Hanatarou, why the hell would you have herbs in your pockets?"
"… Because I use them…"
"For what? Don't tell me you're smoking herbs." He said with an amused tone. Hana shook his head hard with a horrified facial expression.
"F-for after-school reasons!" He cried out, he was already known as a wimpy kid, he didn't need a rumor going around saying that he was a drugee or a crack/pot head. Tired and disgusted, Ganju threw him down and turned around.
"Next time I see you, you better have something good." He said as he walked away. Hana sniffled and rubbed his eyes. What did he ever do to make people hate him?
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The bell rang, indicating that class was over and the students' lunch hour has begun. Hanatarou took his bag and made his way out of the classroom and up the stairs at the end of the hall. Once he was out on the roof he went up another flight of stairs to the astronomy room. No one went there, so it was the perfect space for Hana to do Hana things. Clutching his bag to his chest with one hand, he took out a key from his front pant pocket and unlocked the door. Swinging it open he stumbled into the room and set his bag on the table, he flipped it open and pulled out his glasses, a book and three small bags of dried up leaves. Pulling out a chair he took a seat, put his glasses on, tied his hair back, opened the book and took the bowl that was sitting on the back edge of the table and placed it in front of him (note: the table is pushed against the back wall, and he has his side facing the door). His light blue irises scanned the page from top to bottom before setting it aside and opening a pack of leaves and dropping its contents into the ceramic bowl. The bowl that Hana had in his hands wasn't an ordinary bowl, mind you, it was a ceramic sesame grinding bowl that was (obviously) used to grind sesame seeds. The insides had neat rows of notches, and there was a stick that was used as the grinder. The stick was about 5 to 6 inches long and an inch thick, the very end of the grinder was blunt (a semi-sphere) while the other end was cut off. Taking the stick, Hana began to reduce the leaves into smaller pieces, when he was more than halfway done with turning the leaves into dust, he took the other two packets, opened one and emptied it, then he took the last on and only put one-third of it. Then he started grinding again, making sure that every piece was turned into faerie dust (joking). Once he was done he smiled and pulled out a square envelope and poured his pixie dust in it. Sealing the envelope with his tongue he placed it in his folder, put the empty plastic bags in the side pocket and pushed the bowl on the back edge of the table. Then, taking his book, he got up, pushed his chair in and walked out of the room, locking the door shut when he was on the outside. It was a shame really; he failed to notice the grinning Ganju watching him from above through the sky window with a digital camera in his hand.
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Once the school day was over he followed the small boy around. Of course, he didn't notice because he was too concerned with other things like trying not to be groped while riding the crowded bus. Ganju huffed. What the hell was this kid up to?
They finally arrived at Hana's stop. Ganju made sure that he kept his distance, but didn't loose the boy at the same time. After they got out of the bus Hana made his way towards a quieter part of the city… the area where Japan was kept clean, as if it were still in its feudal era.
Traditional houses stood behind large wooden gates and there were barely any apartment buildings. It was getting harder for Ganju to follow the boy without being noticed. He began to panic. 'Fuck, what should I do if he sees me? I know I can always keep him from talking and I can make it look like I came here on my own, but… hm?' Ganju stood behind a lamp post as he watched Hanatarou stand in front of a small store. He pulled aside the sliding door and stepped inside. The bigger man narrowed his eyes, was he delivering drugs? The pixie dust that he made during lunch looked awfully suspicious. A grin crept up his face. He had the evidence on his camera, he knew where this stuff was going (or a hunch rather) and this way he could wring money out of him. He could blackmail the boy. And if it wasn't drug deliveries, what else could it be?
"Ganju, you are one brilliant man!" He said while rubbing his hands together. So with his horrid plan in mind, Ganju happily made his way home, excited for what he would do to the boy tomorrow.
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