Chapter 7: No More Innocence
'W-W-What happened?' Mineta thought as he continued to shriek, clutching his head, trembling in absolute shock and terror upon looking at his bloodied self.
A loud knocking on the bathroom door wasn't enough to snap the boy out of his screams. The door slammed open, and a concerned Travis entered, frantically kneeling down, and trying to make Mineta stop.
"Kid! C'mon, snap out of it!" Travis forced Mineta to face him, and started shaking him. That...didn't work too well.
'Shit! What do i do?' the Otaku asked himself in his head. Mineta's screamed worsened, and tears ran down his face like a dam with large cracks. There has to be something that Travis has to do to stop Mineta from screaming.
He could slap him, but things wouldn't be so-
'Wait...I got a perfect idea...'
SLAP!
...I stand corrected.
The screaming stopped, and Mineta looked at the otaku, as if he had been in a trance.
"T-Travis...I...I killed someone, did i?" the boy asked.
His question was answered with complete silence, until Travis answered...
"Yes."
In that instance, Mineta felt his stomach churned once again, and bile rose from his throat. He dashed away from Travis, and kneeling down at the toilet, he vomited once again.
Travis grimaced. 'How much puke does Mineta have? He's like a fuckin' machine.'
Speaking of machines, Travis's phone rang from his bedroom, which the otaku turned to the sound.
"I'll get it. You gonna be okay?"
"...No...But- BLAAARGH!" Mineta said as he vomited once more.
"...Okay." Travis rose up and exited the bathroom.
(NMH:PV)
"Travis. Is Mineta awake?" Sylvia asked on the phone.
"He's in the bathroom, puking his guts out. And this time, it's not on this shoe." Travis almost snickered at the thought of Sylvia getting some bits of deserved karma. Especially after all the shit he had to go through.
"Very funny Travis. Could you tell Mineta that his next fight is coming up soon?" The french woman asked.
"Um, i dunno if he's is ready for that. It's his first kill, and he's not taking it too well. Can it wait?" Travis asked. Does she not care about this kid's well being?
"I would...but..."
Travis impatiently asked: "But what?"
"The Junior Ranking Fights must be carried out faster than the normal one. It's one of the rules. and I don't make them."
"Well, we both know that you can make up a lot things."
"What can i say. You're still an fucking idiot for killing others so you can have sex with me. Anyway, if you have the time, please tell Mineta about his next fight?" Sylvia asked, the sounds of flopping was heard on the line. Probably trying out new shoes.
"Sure. What is it?" Travis replied.
The sounds of the toilet flushing was heard, and Mineta exited out the bathroom, clenching his stomach and flopping on the red chair in the living room.
"Mineta's next opponent is a daughter of one of the assassins you've fought. You remember Dr.Peace, right?"
Travis sat at the desk near the the phone hook. "Yeah I do. For an blood thirsty killer, he was a good gunslinger...and a singer. he did mentioned someone named Jennifer in his last breath."
"Jennifer Peace, or Ranked #91, is Mineta's next opponent. That reminds me: the entry fees."
"Oh boy. My favorite." Travis's word was laced with sarcasm.
"What? You didn't expect the boy to get his fights on a fucking silver spoon? Just like that spoiled brat Yaku?"
"Hold on. Who the fuck is this Yaku fellow? One of your "business partners?" Travis asked, as Mineta looked at the Otaku curiosity. Jeanne had finished eating, and walked towards the boy. She had jumped up, and curled up next to him.
"Just pretend you didn't hear that name. The entry feeds costs half of your previous entry fees. Just send the money. Got to go!" Sylvia said as she was in a hurry, and hung up.
"...Well that was weird." Travis placed the phone back onto the holder, and got off the desk.
"You good?" Travis asked Mineta as he walked to the living room. The boy sighed, and leaned back onto the chair.
"I've been expelled, all of my friends back home hates me, and i killed someone.Well, the wrestling show we've watch was cool. My favorite was when this girl was pile driving another girl with no top on-OF COURSE I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!? IT'S LIKE ASKING FUCKING HITLER AFTER HE KILLED MILLIONS OF JEWS IF HE'S OKAY! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN! ARE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING?!?" Mineta yelled as he leaned foward, with both of his arms extended outward.
"Woah, chill the fuck out kid!" Travis tried to calm Mineta down, but that only fed the fire.
"CALM DOWN?!? YOU'RE TELLING A KID THAT MURDERED TO CALM DOWN. YOU KNOW, I JUST WANTED TO BE A HERO JUST TO LOOK COOL AND GET GIRLS! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT! WHY DO I ALWAYS SUFFER? IT'S LIKE I CAN'T FIND THE EXIT!"
Travis paused, processing what Mineta. "...Bro...I know exactly how you feel right now."
Mineta was about to speak again, but he was cut of by Travis. "I know how it feels to be trapped. To be locked in a endless cycle. No matter how much we struggle to escape, we get trapped all over again. I've looked for that exit. I've wanted to look badass and get laid too. Look at me. I'm a assassin that was scammed out of his fucking money by miss slender bitch. I know you want to redeem yourself, and i respect the fuck out that. However, we're not fucking saints. You're not gonna walk out of this untouched, without any scars. You're gonna kill, and you'll have to suck it up. That's it..."
A silence entered between the two.
"...I guess this how people like us get rewarded."
Mineta stared at the otaku, and felt his own face, the dried up blood, which became a new reminder of his life.
"You're right Travis. I may look like a monster to others, but I'll keep fighting!" He rose from the chair, and walked towards the Otaku. He placed his hand on his shoulder. "After all, I'm not a simple comedic relief anymore."
Travis looked at the boy, and smiled. "I guess not."
(NMH:PV)
In Sylvia's Office...
"So that's everything you need to know. I want you to look after the two and maybe teach Mineta Minoru some skills." Sylvia said to an mysterious figure in her office.
The figure spoke...in a heavy Irish accent.
"Of course. someone has to look over family, especially their twin brother."
To Be Continued...
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is short. I was caught with some stuff and had to whip something up. Please Enjoy!
