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Chapter 2: Suffer II
"Emi Kiyoshi?" The teacher announced and waited for a response but nothing returned his response meanwhile Atsushi glanced over to the empty seat of the brunette. He frowned at the sight and continued to ignore the teacher's talking, curious as to where she was since she was always there, sitting in her sit patently waiting to write down the lesson the teacher taught. His eyes made it down to his own desk, bare and empty.
She by now she would have started whispering over to him that he should have a notebook out to write down notes. His eyebrow twitched at his realization of thinking of her and he scowled at the fact, annoyance flowing through him.
"Murasakibara, is something wrong?"
He looked gazes with the teacher who stared at him with large eyes as he was easily far more opposing than the teacher.
"No." He growled and the teacher slowly nodded at this before noting that the giant had now taken out a notebook along with a pen to write down notes, something unusual for him. The teacher sight before starting up the lesson and started discussing World History.
When a knock on the door caught Masami's attention, she glanced over to it with narrowed eyes before stuffing the cigarette back between her lips, annoyance graphing its way in her. Her eyes were bloodshot from what had happened earlier in the morning and her hair was a mess, the smell of tobacco clinging on it. She got up and moved to the door, opening it and thought it would possibly be the mail man deliver something to them but instead was Atsushi.
She scowled at the sight of him and snarled, "The hell do you want?"
He blinked at her sudden fierce comment and he blinked at this, tilting his head to the side.
"Is Emi-chin around?" He asked and she bit down on her lip to not slam the door in his face.
"What do you want with her?" She questioned him back and he slowly dug out from his bag his notebook full of notes he took during class, holding it out to Masami.
"Emi-chin always takes notes. These are the notes she missed." He stated and she blinked at this before snatching it out of his hand, flipping through them as if she was trying to find something hidden in it. She released a tensed breath breath as smoke escaped her lips and rubbed the bridge between her eyebrows.
"Thanks for this, kid. I'll give them to her." She said before she started moving back inside until she blinked at the sight of Emi in the doorway. She bore a simple long shelve shirt with a small floral pattern on it and shorts while a blanket was huddled and wrapped her figure. Her feet were bare and her eyes had bags under them while clearly rimmed red. Her hair was a mess and a shallow look was over her features, as if she were a doll.
"Emi-chan! You should go back inside and rest. The kid here is heading back to his apartment. You don't-" Masami began and Emi's expression broke, a small smile greeting her features and her eyes that looked so lost regained some emotions.
"Thank you for doing that for me, Atsushi-san. I greatly appreciate it." She stated and he nodded at this.
"Hai, I don't mind, Emi-chin." He stated as he had already started moving towards the staircase to his own apartment but a gentle tug on his uniform cause him to stop, looking back to her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something but nothing escaped her lips.
She looked like she was begging him to stay.
"Emi-chan, I think he was going to go home." Masami said and Emi blinked before slowly releasing her grip on his uniform.
"Ah…right…" She mumbled as she hugged the blankets closer to her body, pulling them close to her, "Thank you again, Atsushi-san. I'll return the notes to you as soon as possible."
"Eh, it doesn't matter when you return them, Emi-chin. I don't care." He stated and she nodded gently at this before he scratched his cheek. He then proceeded to dig out something from his bag and her eyes grew wide at the sight, waiting to see exactly what he had pulled out from his bag.
"I hope Emi-chin gets better." He said as then held out to her a couple of Umaibo and jelly beans in a bag. Her eyes were like the size of saucers and he gently placed them in her much smaller hands before he had already started walking away again without another word.
"…do you want to talk about it?" Her aunt asked as Emi tightened her grip on the pencil before looking up to her with dead eyes and her aunt winced at the reaction. Normally, her niece would not want to discuss her nightmares but this had physically and psychologically hurt her more than the others from when she awoke out of it.
She looked absolutely broken when she awoke.
She bit her lip and drew on it that blood almost broken out from it. Tears started gathering up to the surface and dropped the pencil, anxiety gaining on her nerves. Her body trembled and her hair fell in front of her eyes, placing her hands in front of her eyes.
The smirk on his features as he crushed her throat haunted her.
"Mi ha ucciso." She said in Italian that came out in barely a whisper and Masami knew one word in there as she had repeated it before.
Ucciso meant kill.
Her aunt's features grew sorrow on them at her words and gently tears rolled down her face, staining the lined notebook that contained the notes Atsushi took down for her.
"Was it him?" She asked and Emi shook her head, the haunting nightmare flowing back to her.
"No. No. No. No." She repeated and shook her head, "He didn't. L'assassino del serpente. It was him. He killed del serpente. He saved me…"
Her aunt continued to listen to her trembling words and shaking body before realizing her teary eyes rimmed with red, a look of absolute despair filled in them.
"He came and killed del serpente. He told me, 'you aren't nothing' when del serpente taunted and captured me. He looked like an angel. He was sent to save me." She spoke and then stood up, her body tensed as she started walking around. Her aunt narrowed her eyes at this and slowly observed her, knowing she needed to pay even more attention to her as she told stood up.
"If he was angel though," her niece began and went over to the small table, grabbing something. Masami swore to herself as she shot towards her niece, seeing the scissors in her hand, wide and open.
"WHY DID HE KILL ME?" She asked in a loud tone and Masami dove towards her, knocking over some items around them. The scissors now fallen to the ground away from her and Emi's tears flowed even harder. She pulled her niece close to her chest as she then let out a heart wrenching wail and clawed at her aunt.
"AHHHHH!" She cried and Masami held her tight against her body, knowing Emi was breaking.
"Why? Why? Why? Why?!" She cried and Masami wrapped her even tighter in her arms, tears even gaining in her own at how tortured her precious niece was.
"Why would he kill me?" She howled and hiccuped, tugged on her aunt's shirt, "Why would Atsushi kill me?!"
Suffering happened to be a constant and ever circling part of her life.
It haunted her every single moment of her life and many times, she could not deal with the fact.
But then he had come into her life and broke through the overwhelming suffering and torture, slowly bringing her away from the darkness. Even though he had hurt her cousin before and even passing by him before they ever meet, she had thought he was not like how he perceived he was to the world.
He always had a bored expression on his face and when she first saw him playing against her cousin, she knew he too was a monster. He had broken her cousin. But she had held no discontent towards him. She knew there was something more to him.
Perhaps that was why she had so content with being with him.
Her suffering had slowly started to grow weaker when she was with him and she was interested as to why this happened.
He had done so much hurt and damage to others but she had started to follow him and started to grow attached to him.
He learned of her scars and told her she was pretty.
No one besides her brother, mother, and cousin told her was pretty.
He did not shy away from her when she had shown him her scars.
He had become someone she trusted.
And many times in her dreams, those she trusted would bring her suffering that she hoped that would be forgotten and never be the ones who originally brought her that pain.
That was why she was so heartbroken over the fact that Atsushi had been the one to kill her with a smirk on his face that appeared similar to when he had been playing against Jason Silver.
She would not tell Atsushi this.
It was her suffering and he did not need to know in case it brought him pain he did not deserve.
