Sorry it took me so long. But I had to plan out stuff, and was really just looking forward to writing the chapter AFTER this one.
Chapter 2: Insane Sisters and Dead Boys
Ponyo stood silently in front of her "house", it was essentially four rooms, and each was more rotted than the last.
The kitchen now had a sagging roof, and the benches could easily be torn off. Her mother would probably be snoring in the largest bedroom, and the piercing stench of alcohol mixed with vomit told Ponyo that she had passed out again. Ponyo hated this place, but her brother kept her coming home each evening.
To her delight her brother Souskai greeted her at the door "Did you bring me something?"
He was eight years of age, and had Ponyo's thick weed-like hair, as well as her inky blue eyes; although those features worked to his advantage when he wanted toys.
Ponyo beamed as she passed over the little toy robot she had found on the way over.
He squealed with delight "Thank you so much! When I'm older, I want to be Near! And have lots of cool toys! And catch Kira!" he smiled as he raced around the rotted room.
Ponyo frowned "Kira was caught remember? And you shouldn't listen to your friends when it comes to things like that"
Another reason which Ponyo didn't want to say out loud, was that she didn't want her brother to look up to a small, anti-social boy, who talks to intimate objects.
Souskai shook his head "Taji said that the reason they never told us who Kira was, was because they don't have him! And that he's still out there binding his time to kill people again. Taji also said that he's training someone to become his successor, and then he said that all the people he killed will come back to life and suck out bad people's brains"
Ponyo was now considering a mental hospital for Taji; sometimes that boy's imagination was too large for his smaller than average head.
Ponyo narrowed her eyes as Souskai rambled, he was noticeably thin; his collar bone almost cut through his skin behind his colourful Mexican shirt. They couldn't afford cloths that fit, so his clothes sprayed out to emphasise his twig like legs.
Suddenly two loud thuds echoed through the house, the door was shoved open and Asumi strolled into the room.
Asumi was Ponyo's older sister, she was tall, elegant and obsessed with finding her "soul mate". And with her looks, it wasn't hard to temporarily find one; until they discovered her more obsessive side. Asumi had crisp black hair which spun at the tips. She was so slim she seemed stream lined, her clothes, which may have been cheap, suited her mystique perfectly. She was going to college in so she could get a stable job and get Ponyo and Souskai out of the house, and away from their mother.
Asumi smiled "I've got a surprise for you! He's sweet, and caring-"
"Um, hi?" another voice in the hallway said.
The voice was owned by a young man, he was a bit older than Asumi, but it was obvious he didn't have her confidence. His hair had volume and frayed out on the edges of his face, it was also black with a tinge of blue. He wore a worn beige suit, which had a gleaming medal pinned to it, the suit matched the watery brown eyes his hair almost concealed.
He waved nervously.
Asumi's smiled dropped off her face and shattered on the floor.
Ponyo and Souskai whipped in a breath.
"I told you to wait outside" Asumi's voice froze the air.
The poor boy smiled nervously and ruffled his hair "I thought it would be nice to-"
"-To do WHAT?" Asumi sliced off him off in mid-sentence "Embarrass me! We are supposed to decide things together! As a couple!"
He looked terrified "But-"
"-BUT WHAT!"
"I-uh, missed you..." he tried, and added in another smile
Instantly Asumi's cold wrath melted and was replaced with a sickly sweet smile, this did little to make the boy forget about his girl-friend's fury; but he was glad it was over.
Ponyo sighed, this tradition was too common for her liking.
Asumi straightened herself up and announced with a flourish "I'd like to introduce my new boy-friend: Matsuda!"
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"Wow" Souskai gasped inside the restaurant "Were you really a part of the task force who caught Kira?"
"Yeah" Matsuda nervously scratched the back of his head again "Although I can't tell you anything new, Near told me not to tell anyone encase there's an uproar..."
"Is that why you've got that medal?" Souskai pointed to the golden object attached to his shirt.
Matsuda was embarrassed with all the attention "Oh that, yeah, it's no big deal-"
Asumi jerked up "No big deal?! The leaders of all the countries in the world came in person to present you and the rest of your task force with those medals!"
Matsuda blushed and reverted back to scratching the back of his head "Yeah, but-"
"THERE ARE NO 'BUTS' ABOUT IT" Asumi yelled while standing up, which caused her glossy hair to spring up in rage "You are MY boy-friend and you WILL act like it!"
Matsuda looked around to see if anyone could see his girlfriend ranting, but this was another tradition that Ponyo didn't like; so the regular customers continued feasting on their meals.
Ponyo could clearly see that he was already starting to reconsider his decision of going on this date.
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"Okay, the guy who stole your art book was hot" Satsuma commented
A storm was brewing over head. The clouds had crept across the sky like heavy black smoke, it was currently lunch tie and Ponyo and Satsuma were crouched over Ponyo's art book; which the lacy sketch of the thief was prominent. Ponyo frowned at observed the drawing closer, and tried to see it from Satsuma's perspective.
"How do you know?" Ponyo asked with curiosity creeping into her voice.
Satsuma straightened up, scanned the picture and said with a mournful tone "My dear Ponyo... For one thing he's wearing a matching black suit; which means he's fashionable and has a slim figure. His hair is messy, which is a common trait for a man who doesn't care about the way they look; which usually means that they're hot. Plus he looks old enough to be in college; which is a hot factor on its own" and with that she grinned at her own genius and then started to dissect her rice balls.
Sometimes Ponyo underestimated her friend, the table they were sitting on was shedding its cream paint like dandruff; revealing it's wooden core. Ponyo shifted her position and flicked off a fragment of dried paint "He stole my old art book, remember?"
A hand suddenly descended to her book and jerked it out of her clasp "So, this is who you're stalking?"
Ponyo twisted with the movement of her book to see Daichi Mitsumono.
His dirt filled brown hair was peeled back from his overly large forehead, and his charcoal dead eyes were tinted in amusement. He had muscles which piled on top of each other; trying to pierce his thick tanned skin.
Daichi's face erupted in laughter once he glanced at the picture "You actually think you're in this guy's league? You're sadder than I thought"
He then displayed the picture for everyone to gawk at.
Ponyo's heart turned to stone "Give me back my art book, Daichi"
Daichi's smile almost swallowed his entire head "Or what? You're too retarted to do anything-"
While Daichi was
boasting, Ponyo made a quick grab for her book; her hands found the cover and hoisted it away.
But to counter her luck; Daichi was still holding the page of the thief solidly.
The picture was shredded away from it's home.
Ponyo's anger had been swelling the entire time, and with the last straw taken; Ponyo's world burst.
"YOU JERK! YOU SELFISH BAST-" A hand clamp down her insult.
Ponyo furiously shook Satsuma's hand off her mouth "What are you-"
That instant a teacher on duty came rushing over and directed Daichi to detention "You too if you're not careful, young lady. I don't want any out-burst from you"
Ponyo swallowed her anger which scraped and boiled down her throat
"Of course"
The teacher paced away, and Ponyo glanced at Daichi.
He didn't seem fazed that the teacher had sentenced him to detention, in fact he walked away like a king.
Ponyo's anger roared I frustration. That jerk, he tears my art book and doesn't even have the decency to feel bad about it.
Her whole world was teeming with ultra violet colour, she snatched a pencil from the table and flattened the remaining pages of her art book. A little voice in her head whispered continuously.
How could he? The jerk doesn't deserve to live. He just destroys...
First Ponyo's gently outlined the body shape, then she dived into detail; sculpting his rigid face.
He doesn't deserve to live. Can't anyone see that? Can't any...
Next came his cramped fingers, his lifeless black eyes, and finally the maggots which crawled out out of the Earth itself to cleanse the world of him.
As soon as the last line was flicked out onto the page; Ponyo's sighed in relief. All her anger had been drained while crafted it.
"Are you going to name you seriously depressing drawing?" Satsuma said over her shoulder
Ponyo felt a smile twitching at the edges of her lips. She wrote above the picture: Daichi Mitsomono Drops Dead And Maggots Feast On His Flesh.
"Very creative" Satsuma mumbled
"Why thank you" Ponyo grinned and glanced back at the picture. Instead of pride, she felt guilty for portraying such a gruesome death.
But didn't he deserve it?
Suddenly a woman's scream cut into everyone's ears.
Ponyo twitched her head to see what all the commotion was.
It was like her drawing was lying in front of her. Daichi's pale clenched body was tangled upon the fresh shots of grass. His pale hollow cheeks and cloudy dark eyes staring into churning grey clouds.
Little white seeds started emerging from the green blades; they then began to bury themselves into his bleach white flesh. Ponyo's heart froze when she realised that they were maggots.
Maggot's feasting on his flesh.
Tiny drops of water began to fling themselves from the sky and onto the dead boy's body.
"How is this possible" Satsuma started to say, but Ponyo didn't hear her finish.
Because she was already running away through the rain.