"I hate this place," Sport tires chewed loose gravel. "Hate it."
Usami mansion, the dullest rich home in Japan. The three stories, brown paint, basic, too much to work with.
Now a condo, just enough potential. Just enough rooms for everything, easier to fix up. Mine of course, isn't at all plain. Misaki can bitch all day about, it's not changing.
"I'll pick you next Saturday. I love you Aki, remember the roses, remember my baby."
I stepped out, sighing when Tanaka hobbled out.
"Master, good to see you home."
"Hey Tanaka, good to see you. Are they here?"
"No sir, they've gone on a business trip for a few days. Are you here to see them?"
"No, just wanted to pick up a few things." I lugged to the front door.
"Ah, I'll arrange for dinner then."
"I won't be here this long, thank you."
I dropped coat, Alexander jumping my legs.
"Hey boy," I knelt, dog pushing me down. "Easy."
Alexander licked, and licked. Loving every inch of me. Nice change of pace.
"Come on," I got up, Alexander following upstairs.
Misaki got lost in this house last time we came.
"Stop." I whispered, opening the third right door.
Misaki fell out of this room, dolt. Like shirts will hold your fat ass.
I sat on the desk, pulling a notebook out.
Misaki read these.
The yard's still the same, well cut, like an old man. Mom's rose patch long gone.
The "Baby Romantica's" welted leaves caught my tears.
"Sir, you're getting dirty."
"I don't care!" Itty fingers straightened the stem, falling once let go of.
"Sir-"
"This is mommies, mommy told me to take care of this."
"Si-"
"All the other roses could've died, but not this one." I tried again, resurrection failed.
"I'm sure she won't-"
"What if she comes back and see's this? I ruined her rose, her baby."
"You need to calm down, you'll have an anxiety atta-"
"Shut up! The baby's dead, I killed the baby."
"Sir-"
"I killed her baby, I killed it, I killed her-"
Tanaka firm palm slapped me, all lost.
"Sir, she's not coming back," Tanaka leaned down, my face still jerked. "She hasn't come back for months now."
"She has to come back, she's not dead."
"Let's get you in the bath."
God, I hate this place.
I pulled the rest out, a small box laying beneath. The lid fell off, Mommy's face smiling.
"Hey," I whispered. "Good to see they didn't throw you out."
Picture after photo, Mom's face. Green eyes, brown hair, tan. Why'd I have to look like dad's sister?
Then his face. Mr. Wolf.
We were in the backyard, his tongue peck my trembling neck. I'm surprised dad never found this, he's always up in my shit.
The picture, my shirt gone. I turned, photos back in the box. Wolf thought we needed more pictures together, one's daddy would never see.
Had them home developed.
…..
The balcony, Misaki had planted a few flowers. Most died.
Most.
One rose had survived summer's heat, white, purity.
Funny, only one to survive was white.
I miss Misaki's eyes.
I poured vegetable oil on it, box kissing stem.
Just about to light, and my wallet skips out.
Our trip, Misaki's grin with me sulking in the back.
I'll burn that one too.
And the lighter falls, so fuck purity.
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