Chapter two
The night was calm, no sound expect for the sharp whisper of the bartender as he cleaned the tables. Just a few people, drunks of course, gulping down the liquid and muttering about how unfair life was. I guess I couldn't complain I was there to, swigging down vodka and just thinking. If Takeru could see me now he would be disgusted, he would help, mum would to. I tried to find them once, when I was thirteen. I gathered up all the money I had (which I hid of course) and then tried to find them, but I never did, and when I did get back home my dad hit me so hard that I couldn't go to school because the bruises were so bad.
I couldn't help but take another shot of the clear liquid as I remembered the blood and the screams.
Some of the drunks were thrown out, and one old man begged to stay. In the end I was the only one who remained expect of course the bartender who was still wiping the tables but talking to me at the same time.
Well he couldn't chuck me out seeing as I did rent a part of the flat upstairs, he was lucky though, he had a beautiful wife and a nice dog. They were so kind to me letting me have dinner with them if I wanted and offering me a job which pulled in all the punters and girls, of course I got paid and they didn't seem to mind that I drunk a lot. I guess they were the closest thing as a family to me.
The door opened from behind me and the bell rung, I took a small sip of vodka feeling sick and dizzy. The stool beside me creaked and I could feel a pair of eyes on me, I shuddered hating the feeling. I wanted nothing more than to hit the stranger and yell abuse but I knew better than that, I just ignored him/her and downed another glass.
"You shouldn't do that it could damage your liver." The stranger said, it was a male, he sounded like one of those jocks in the films, the one who got all the women and failed his grades but was good a sports. I chuckled then drank another glass, sadly the vodka bottle was empty now and I felt myself shivering unconsciously.
"Here." the male whispered putting a leather coat over my shoulders. I stopped shaking and clenched my fists. I wasn't a sad weakling. I shook the coat off me and slammed my fist against the bar. I regretted it as I saw the site of red.
"Ouch!" The stranger gasped, his gloved hands shot out and clung onto my fist which was still clenched into a tight ball, he began to smooth the knuckles but I quickly flapped him off knocking the glass which tipped the rest of the vodka out onto the floor. Anger boiled up and I turned around to punch this guy, when I stopped, it was him, the boy I saw when I was singing. This time he was in motorbike gear, a helmet tucked neatly under his arm. He was looking straight at me, a small smile on his face. I couldn't help looking a little off guard, he switched his gave to my hand.
"Your hand…" he trailed off meeting with my eyes again, before reaching out and taking it, I flinched and tried to snatch my hand away but with a quick look from his eyes I calmed down, I watched with a cold glare as he massaged my hand, why did this boy have such a affect on me? No one had before, not even my mother, with this person I felt cared for. He let go of my hand and chuckled as he saw me giving him the cold glare.
"What's your name?" he asked as I took back my hand.
"What's it to you?" I snapped unkindly. I leant over the bar and grabbed a bottle of brandy which was half empty, I put it to my mouth when I could hear him shuffling through something. I put the bottle down and watched as he pulled something from his bag. It was a small parcel, he placed it in my hands and smiled.
"You work here right?" he said, I nodded and he let the parcel drop into my grasp. I looked at it in confusion it wasn't until he stood up and dusted himself that I looked back up at him.
He bent down and picked up his leather coat and began walking away. I stared after him and for a second I felt something I never felt before, scared. I stood up and yelled to him.
He turned around looking at me in confusion. I leaned forward.
"What's your name?" I said, he looked away for a moment and then looked at me and nodded.
"My name is Yagami Taichi." and with that he opened the door and was gone.
I starred after him before looking down at the parcel in my hand, I opened it up and grinned.
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The place was packed again, girls screaming my name and the drummer yelling to me impatiently. And for once I was smiling, I put the ear plugs in my ears, and everything went silent. I relaxed picking up my guitar and walking onto stage. The girls were jumping up and down but I couldn't hear them. I began to play and searched the bar for his face, I couldn't see him at first but then spotted him walking through the door and smiling up at me when I finished I mouthed two words at him, 'Yamato ishida' the walked off.
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