Chapter 3

Leaning back against a large tree, Mr. Gang Leader seemed so small in comparison, unlike his intimidating presence that seems to surge out like a tsunami and swallow you whole. The presence that would make any Yakuza wet his pants like a three-year-old having a bad dream. A genital breeze blowing through his glossy, raven hair as he clenches his right hand around the machine gun with a finger on the trigger. His eyes, displaying a blank stare that wasn't really focused on anything in particular, could easily trick the untrained eye into believing that his guard was down; when in reality, that's exactly what he wanted.

Mr. Gang Leader would lure you out with the promise that he would be easy prey to catch, but once you take the bait, it's over. It would be done without him even having to stand up because he has been waiting for you. A shiver ran up my spine and dispersed into my limbs, what a frightening opponent.

I breathed a sigh of relief, at least he's taking a break. Overexerting yourself with strenuous activity for longer than an hour without any food or water to replenish your sodium and water levels can damage your body...

I blinked, not only dumbfounded but shocked at this sudden thought. This new found concern I seemed to have for him was quite out of character for someone like me. So why am I worried over his well-being? Am I sick? Perhaps I ate something bad? It's not like I truly care about him on a deep level or anything, I'm not his mother. I just find him intriguing, that's all. And I don't want him dying on me when things finally became fun around this boring, deserted island. I concluded, nodding my head in agreement with my logical theory, which could practically be called 'truth' since it seemed to be the only possible explanation to this puzzling phenomenon.

With soft panting in the background, I crouch in the branches, waiting for his next move and planning my own, like a game of chess... Wait a minute... 'panting'? I spin around on my heel, my head swinging from left to right in search of the source. It's not coming from me, and it's certainly not coming from Mr. Gang Leader, so who? Who is watching who? Is this unknown "player" watching Mr. Gang Leader or me?

If they're after Mr. Gang Leader then I don't have much to worry about. But if it's me, that's a whole different story. How can I eliminate someone, having them scream for their lives or the sound of bullets penetrating their skulls, without Mr. Gang Leader noticing? Biting the bottom of my lip, I quietly growled in frustration at the challenge presented. If he realizes my existence, it's 'Game Over' for me and my observations. I really want to know what's going on in his head and my observations will help me attain that. You could even say it's my goal in life. Or at least for the moment, until I find something else to do. So now, where is that little rat?

My eyes cautiously scanned over the surrounding greenery until I came upon a pompadour hairstyle lying in the grass. He was probably from Mr. Gang Leader's previous group, not that I'm surprised. There is always a couple disloyal mutts in the pack when survival is involved. He licked his cherry red lips and inhaled the sent of a used cigarette with excitement... That is a guy, right? He's wearing thick mascara and blotchy lipstick, but he's also wearing a boy's uniform so he must be a guy. I think... I hope so, because that would be one creepy looking girl. (No offense to all you people who look like Sho Tsukioka)

Weighing my options, I decided that I should probably just stand back for now to get an idea of what this rat wants. After a few minutes of planning out my defense strategy in the possibility that I will have to engage in combat with Rat, Mr. Gang Leader jumped down the rough slope. He slipped in and around natural obstacles like tree roots and jutting rocks as if he were mist. Maybe I'll just head in the opposite direction from Mr. Gang Leader for a couple miles and see who this guy follows.

I silently darted up towards the more mountainous region of the island, sprinting as fast as I could until my lungs felt like they were going to burst. Slowly turning my head, I glance over my shoulder, expecting to see a figure running behind me. But there was no one. No one was after me, it was just Mr. Gang Leader.

I guess, I'll be able to take a breather for now, and since I'm pretty sure Gang Leader noticed Rat's stalking, he'll take care of him for me. It's too risky to have two on one, where neither are your friend. Too unpredictable, trust me. But maybe I'm overestimating Mr. Gang Leader capabilities. Would he be able to sense it if someone was following him? He's just a junior high student after all.

But then I remembered something. Just for a second, before I started running, I thought I caught a glimpse of Mr. Gang Leader releasing the smallest twitch, when I turned my back on him. My sweat froze into ice as I covered my mouth with my hand in shock. Did he realize? Did he realize I was with him? All this time, was I just dancing in the palm of his hand? "No, you don't know that yet. Gotta stay calm, keep my head cool." I repeated, trying to convince myself that it was true but to no avail. I decided to try to distract myself by using other forms of entertainment.

Maybe I'll go see how all the other "players" are doing to clear my mind, like Shuya or Kawada. I'm sure Kawada will be pleased to see me. I thought with sarcasm.

I let out a soft sigh, it's going to be lonely without him around. I've kind of grown accustomed to seeing his emotionless face and unhesitating hands making the gun spew out shell casings, even though it's only been a couple hours. I murmured under my breath, "You better not kick the bucket before I get back... Or else this would have been a huge waste of my time." I added, trying not to make myself sound like I cared. Not expecting anyone to actually hear me, I continued on my uphill path, not seeing Gang Leader pause before he entered the bathroom and turning his head in my direction.


Sorry for the short chapter again.

P.S. From now on, I'm going to kind of mess up some of the plot and character deaths, if you don't mind. Since now, she's going to get a little more involved in the story, so please don't be mad. I'm trying my best to make this a Kiriyama/OC fanfiction.

P.P.S. Yakuza= Japanese Mafia