Book II: Ushio After
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- Forward Momentum -
The sun shone bright that morning as Ushio and her father, Tomoya, were avoiding its rays inside. They were sat in the Okazaki's living room, Ushio on a comfy armchair which was to the right of an equally comfy sofa; Tomoya was stretched out on it. They were both still in their pyjamas, each with a video game controller in hand. The sound from the television gave off a lot of loud bangs and shouts. The screen was split down the middle, they both had a virtual avatar on each side; donning camo armour and holding rather large guns. The two Okazakis stared intently at the screen, eyes twitching, their thumbs jumping between buttons. Tomoya's tongue was stuck out to the left of his mouth, Ushio was edging further towards the screen, hanging over the edge of the armchair. "Keep pushing forward," Tomoya muttered.
"Yeah, we've nearly got him," Ushio nodded, eyes still glued on the screen. Tomoya's forehead began to sweat as he grew tenser.
"We've gotta get that little twerp this time Ushio," He hissed. Ushio gave grin.
"Got him in my sights dad!"
"Take the shot!" Tomoya yelled. Ushio pulled the trigger button of the controller. A loud bang from her avatar's gun was heard yet suddenly – the screen cut to black. "What the hell?!" Tomoya cried. A small cough could be heard from behind the two of them. They both shot around. There, stood behind the sofa, TV remote in hand, was Nagisa. "Why'd you do that?" Tomoya asked, evidently, he was rather distraught.
"Yeah mom!" Ushio chimed in. "This kid online has been teasing us for weeks! We nearly had him!" She groaned.
"Honestly," Nagisa sighed, arms folded. "Do you two have nothing better to do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's nearly 9am."
"We're bonding," Tomoya retorted in a sarcastic manner.
"Exactly," Ushio added, mimicking her father's tone. Nagisa shook her head.
"If you must be in front of the TV, at least watch something educational, yeah?" She pointed the remote at the screen, turning it back on and switching it over to the local news channel. "There you go," she smiled. "See what's happening in the world."
"You do realise this is just local, right?" Tomoya muttered. Nagisa rolled her eyes at the man as she smiled.
"See what's happening in your town then," she laughed as she exited the room and went to prepare breakfast. Ushio and Tomoya slumped in their respective seats with a sigh.
"She just doesn't get it," Tomoya huffed. "That kid has it coming."
"We'll get him next time," Ushio replied. Tomoya gave a laugh.
"Easy for you to say, I'm well into my 40's, I don't have much time left." He jested. Ushio rolled her eyes, taking on a manner much like her mother's.
"Honestly dad, you're becoming just as dramatic as Aki."
"Don't say that," Tomoya uttered, giving his daughter a blank stare. "Never say that." He shuddered. The two shared a laugh as their attention was drawn to the TV in front. "Hey, isn't that the club you went to the other night?" Tomoya asked. On the TV was a picture of the nightclub that Ushio and her friends had attended a few nights before. A commentary was playing over it.
"With the booming success due to the early opening of a new venue within the Furui district of town, more venues, event halls and other facilities are being prepped to be built soon. The large development plans for the area are a first for the town of Hikarizaki due to the sheer expense being proposed as the budget for the project. However, some citizens are showing concern over the project. What follows is a segment from an interview conducted yesterday with the Mayor of Hikarizaki; Mari Kojima." The screen cut to a view of a middle-aged woman. She had dark hair brought up to a tidy bun, with a dead set of deep blue eyes. Her makeup was simple and professional. She held herself with a look of no-nonsense, rather bold and brass. Infront of her, from the view of the camera was an outstretched hand holding a small voice recorder. The voice belonging to the hand spoke.
"Mrs. Kojima, what do you make of the concerns being made known from a number of citizens within the town?" It asked. The mayor held a strong, focused look as she spoke.
"I'd first like to say that your opinions are heard and noted. The Hikarizaki Council members are hard at work on these new developments and we can assure you that they will only benefit our town and its people in the future."
"What of the claims of 'Westernisation' effecting the town? Some are concerned that old traditions and beloved landmarks and structures will be pushed aside to allow for a more 'modern' takeover."
"Westernisation is an extreme that I personally feel is unrealistic. I understand the worry, yet we are more so trying to push for a more openly cultural side of town. I stress that only the Furui district is being developed for the time being. The Furui district, as we all know, has needed renovating for a number of years. We feel that the opportunity brought forward with the district simply allowed us to embrace this kind of cultural shift, which again I stress, is not founded within the fabricated 'Westernisation' of our beloved town."
"What then can we look forward to among these new developments?"
"We are currently discussing the idea of several new restaurants, sports facilities, apartment blocks as well as, potentially, a new community college. offering recently graduated students from Hikarizaki high, along with mature students, a place to study and prepare for their futures." Mayor Kojima concluded.
"Thank you for you time Mayor," the interviewer replied. Ushio's attention was brought away from the screen as her father spoke.
"This town never stops changing. I gotta, say I agree with a lot of others. It feels like Hikarizaki is losing its charm." He mumbled.
"Surely development is a good thing though," Ushio smiled. Tomoya looked over to her. "More facilities and nicer areas mean more people, which leads to a better economy … right?" She uttered, not sure if she was on the right track.
"Well yeah," Tomoya nodded, "but at what cost? We've always said this town is special Ushio, you can only change so much before it stops being what it once was."
"I suppose," Ushio sighed. Tomoya smiled.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad this town is thriving and growing … but we can't forget our roots, can we?" He said. Ushio nodded. "It just makes me wonder where they're getting all the funding for it."
"Who knows," Ushio shrugged.
"Exactly, that's what feels strange to people." Tomoya sighed as he gave a big stretch. Lifting himself up from the sofa, he smiled once again at his daughter. "Hey, don't let me be a downer," he laughed. "I'm sure it's a generational thing. To be honest I am a little jealous there wasn't more going on here when I was your age, but as is life." Tomoya preached. Ushio raised an eyebrow.
"So, do you agree with all this or not?" Ushio wondered.
"There's pros and cons I suppose." He stated. "Anyway, let's go join your mother in the kitchen. Maybe she'll let us play some more video games after we eat," he laughed. Ushio smiled as she got off her chair and followed her father into the kitchen, ready to eat.
The smell of gradually toasting bread filled the air as Kaito leant against the kitchen counter. His chin rested in his hand as his eyes lingered over the metallic toaster. He could see his reflection, the smart cut of hair on his head still alluded him, he was not used to it. His short stubble nestled his palm as he rubbed it back and forth, thinking. It had not even been 24 hours since he had returned to Hikarizaki and already he felt unsure about being there. Takeshi had not spoken to him outside of his comments whilst Kaito had finally opened up to his friends. He had not even seen the man since he had locked himself in his room. Despite this, Kaito did not want to lose heart. He was finally thinking on a more positive track as of late, Takeshi would just be one of a number of hurdles he would have to face. Of course, Kaito knew he had crossed a line before he left, a line which he knew he could cross again but he would not let himself. However, he did miss his friend and hoped Takeshi could look past it and see that Kaito needed him. Time is what he needs, Kaito thought to himself. I hope he can forgive me. Takeshi was the main thing that occupied Kaito's thoughts at present; as always, he tended to ruminate on a single thought, often spiralling out of control. He tried to ground himself, taking a few deep breaths, something he had gotten used to. In truth, it annoyed him how temperamental this technique was. It only worked every now and then; when Kaito's was willing to accept that it would. Still, he knew the road ahead would be a long one. After three years of neglecting himself, he knew it was time to give himself a push, no matter how hard it would be. The words he had spoken to his friends the night before was perhaps the most open and genuine he had been with them since... he didn't know how long. All he could do was be appreciative of their support and try, not just for them but for himself, to get better. Though truthfully, he was unsure of where to start. He knew he needed help; he knew he could not alone. His train of thought was suddenly cut off by the sound of toast popping up from the toaster. Kaito reached out and pulled out a slice; it wasn't nearly done yet. Giving a sigh, he pushed the crank on the side of the toaster, letting the lightly toasted bread slip back down into its crevasse. Just then. Another sound alerted him as he heard Takeshi's bedroom door creak open. This is it, Kaito thought. Just talk to him. Kaito waited for Takeshi the enter the kitchen, yet all he heard was the sound of the bathroom door being forcefully closed. Kaito brought his palms up to his face as he breathed heavily into them. "Come on," he muttered through them. As Kaito brought his hands away from his face, a strong and musky smell entered his nose. His eyes darted over to the toaster. He quickly stretched over to the plug socket, turning it off. His toast popped back up, completely black. "Great," Kaito groaned as he threw the burnt toast into the bin and grab a few new slices of bread, ready to try again. Turning the dial on the toast, he set it to a slightly longer time than his first attempt, hopefully it would toast it just enough. He stood there, half annoyed about his toast and half nervous about speaking with Takeshi. He heard the bathroom door open again as footsteps came towards the kitchen. The tall, blonde-haired man entered through the archway as Kaito looked over. "Morning," Kaito said.
"Morning," Takeshi echoed, giving a slight nod. Takeshi was fully dressed in a white undershirt with black and white cross patterned pants, his work uniform. A tall shoe rack stood next to the apartments front door which sat between the kitchen and dining area. Grabbing a pair of comfy looking pumps, he sat down at the table and began to slide them on. Kaito looked on, he could feel a heavy atmosphere over the two of them. Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Are you heading straight out?" He asked. Takeshi gave a nod, not looking towards Kaito. "No breakfast?" Kaito added.
"I'll eat at work," Takeshi mumbled, tying the laces on his pumps.
"Right," nodded Kaito as Takeshi finished tying his laces. Standing up, he grabbed his rucksack that sat next to the shoe rack, throwing it over his shoulder. He made for the front door and grabbed the door handle, turning it. "Takeshi," Kaito said as Takeshi came to a stop. The man looked around; eyes locked on Kaito's. "Look man, can … can we talk?"
"I've got to get to work," Takeshi muttered dryly. Kaito nodded again.
"When you get home then?" Kaito asked. Takeshi gave a sigh as he readjusted his rucksack.
"What about?" He questioned. Kaito could see that the man was becoming a bit agitated. Kaito didn't know what to say. He cleared his throat as he gave a weak smile.
"Forget about it," he stated. They stood there in silence for a short minute as Takeshi gave a slow nod. Kaito's eyes averted Takeshi's as Takeshi turned around, left the room and shut the door behind him. Kaito looked back up, eyes glaring at the shut door in front of him. He turned to face the counter as his fist lashed out towards a cupboard door above him. The sound echoed through the cold apartment as Kaito brought his forehead towards the cupboard door, resting his head against it. "Just breath," he muttered to himself. "Just. Breathe." The same smell as before came over his nose as he looked over to the toaster. The toast inside suddenly popped up as once again, it was completely black.
The local supermarket was maintaining a steady flow of customers as Yumi continued to scan several goods across her till. Beep. Beep. Beep. She wasn't exactly focused today. Her uniform consisted of a simple pair of dark trousers and a red shirt with her name tag pinned on her chest. Keeping as if to a script, she looked up to the customer, a man, that stood on the other side of her till. "That's seventy-two forty all together." She stated, totalling the items that the customer had purchased.
"Is there no offer on the tins of beans?" The man asked. Yumi looked over her till's screen, scanning her eyes down towards the information on it.
"I can't see anything," Yumi replied. The man gave a sigh.
"The sign by them said it was buy one get one free." He huffed. Yumi nodded.
"Okay, there's nothing telling me here that it's on offer though." She retorted.
"Well then why is there a sign there saying there's an offer?" The customer questioned smugly. "I'm not paying for them otherwise." He stated.
"One minute, please." Yumi sighed as she scanned around the area. There were a few people queuing behind the man, they were all looking on blankly. Among the isles were busy shoppers all filling their baskets and trollies. Yumi's eyes landed on a young man, around her age. He had a crop of light brown hair and blue eyes. He wore the same uniform as Yumi. "Haru!" She called over. The man looked over, giving a smile. Yumi gestured for him to approach, he did. Coming up to her till, he stood tall next to her and smiled again.
"Everything alright Yumi?" He asked.
"Apparently there's an offer on the tins of beans. There's nothing coming up on the till though," she sighed. Haru smiled once again as he looked at her screen.
"Well, we can ju-"
"I've already said I'm not paying unless I get them on offer," the customer interrupted. Yumi gave a roll of her eyes, fortunately the customer did not notice. Haru nodded as he spoke calmly.
"I understand, unfortunately our tills sometimes don't get updated in time for our staff to change the offers on stock. This happens occasionally."
"It's never happened when I've been here before." The customer huffed. Haru nodded.
"Right, well I'll just amend the price for you on here and we'll get that offer taken down asap." Haru stated, tapping away on the touch screen of the till. Yumi glared at the customer who glared back. "All sorted, sir." Haru said. The man nodded as he paid the amended price. Giving one last leer towards Yumi, the man grabbed his shopping bags and began to leave. Yumi gestured for the next customer to approach as Haru spoke. "Are you okay?"
"Just tired," Yumi mumbled.
"Do you want me to take over for a while?" He offered. Yumi looked up to him as she nodded.
"If you wouldn't mind," she said. Haru returned the nod as Yumi rose up from her chair.
"Take a break and grab yourself a tea in the staffroom." Haru smiled as he sat down at the till.
"Thank you Haru," Yumi uttered.
"Anytime," Haru replied as Yumi left the till and began making her way down an isle. She slipped past a few customers, hoping that she wouldn't be flagged down to assist. Up ahead, she could see the door that lead to the back of the store where the staffroom was. Giving a sigh of relief she reached the door and placed her hand on it, ready to push.
"Excuse me," a voice came from behind. Yumi's face dropped yet she composed herself, though she couldn't hide her agitation. Letting out a tired sigh, she turned around and was met with a familiar smile. There, right in front of her with a wide grin, was Ushio Okazaki. "Do you work here by any chance?" Ushio jested. Yumi let out a quiet chuckle.
"Very funny," she said. "What're you doing here?"
"My mom wanted me to get some shopping for dinner. Plus…" Ushio hesitated slightly as Yumi looked on. "Well, I wanted to see how you were. Two birds, one stone and all that."
"Right," Yumi nodded. Ushio tilted her head slightly as she gave her usual, warm smile.
"Are you okay?" She asked innocently. Yumi raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't I be?" She questioned, rather defensively.
"Well," she began, "you spent a while in the bathroom last night," she said as Yumi looked away. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Kaito," Ushio continued. "I just hope you're not too upset about Takeshi."
"I have more important things going on at the moment," Yumi said sharply, returning her gaze to Ushio.
"Is everything okay?" Ushio wondered. Yumi let out a sigh.
"It's just … home stuff really, my parents and my brother Kazuki. It's not really the best at the moment." Yumi shrugged. "Of course Takeshi's a part of it but … I'm done in that regard." She said, arms folded. Ushio could see that Yumi was still raw about the situation, so she decided not to push. She knew her friend well, and a step back was definitely the right way to go about it.
"Yumi, I'm always here if you want to talk, or if you want to hang out of course," Ushio said, presenting her smile. Yumi looked on. As many others had witnessed before, Ushio's smile brought such a warmth, one that was not lost on Yumi. Though, she could not bring herself to open up … not yet, and certainly not in her place of work.
"I know," Yumi nodded. She gestured with her head towards the door behind her. "I'm off on my break so…"
"Sure, don't let me hold you up," Ushio nodded. Yumi turned as she went to open the door. Stopping, she looked back around to Ushio who was still smiling. Yumi let the door close as she edged towards Ushio and embraced her. Ushio was taken aback slightly, yet she wrapped her arms around her friend. They stayed there for a moment, not saying anything. Then, they parted. Yumi traced her hand down and past her friend's arm as she gave Ushio's hand a light squeeze. They smiled at each other. Both of them knew what the other wanted to say, yet they left it at that. Yumi turned and made her way through the door, letting it close behind her.
The clatter of pots and plates could be heard in one of the local cafes as Rin Watanabe was sat in a small booth. She had been here before of course. It was a quirky little café, the walls filled with posters, memorabilia and other assortments of odds and ends. Rin looked down at the mug of coffee that sat on the table in front of her. She was dressed in her usual dark clothing. Her long dark hair trailed down her back. Her bright green eyes were also accompanied by some dark eye shadow, again her usual attire. She brought her mug of coffee up to her mouth as she took a sip. Placing it back down, she glanced around the café. There were a few people sat at tables, enjoying their food and conversations. A few waitresses shuffled between the tables and chairs, giving out plates and taking orders. She could not see who she was looking for though. Maybe he's late? She thought to herself. Or maybe he's not coming. She sighed as she took another sip of coffee. Just then, a waitress approached the table. She was an average height, though her body was quite curvy. Her blue eyes complimented her blonde hair, which was tied up in a bun. Rin clocked her as she approached. "Can I get something to go with your coffee?" The waitress smiled. Rin shook her head.
"That's okay," She replied, eyes widening. She noticed the uniform the waitress was wearing. "I like your outfit by the way," she smirked.
"Thanks," the waitress laughed. "They're not exactly comfortable," she added. Rin nodded as she looked the woman up and then down.
"They're cute though," she shrugged. "Suits you," Rin smiled. The waitress shook her head.
"You're too much," she replied, fighting a grin. "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?"
"Honestly, I'm fine." Rin replied. "I'm just waiting on someone."
"Boyfriend?" The waitress asked, raising an eyebrow. Rin let out a rather loud laugh.
"Yeah, he wishes." She said, smirking again. The waitress shook her head again as she grinned.
"Well, I'll leave you too it." She said, giving a smile. She walked away as Rin's eyes lingered on her. The door to the café opened as Rin's attention was brought towards it. She gave a weak smile as she saw who had entered. There he was, the person she had been waiting for, Kaito Sakumoto. Kaito had a dark jacket thrown over a red jumper. He wore a pair of simple jeans and heavy boots. He returned Rin's smile as he made his way over, coming to a stop by her booth. Rin immediately noticed his new look.
"I like the hair," she said. Kaito ran his fingers through his dark locks.
"Thanks."
"So, are you gonna sit down?" Rin asked, gesturing to the other side of the booth. Kaito nodded as he slumped into his seat. They locked eyes. Kaito shifted in his seat, feeling a bit awkward. Rin narrowed her brow as she spoke. "Bit late, aren't you?"
"Sorry," Kaito apologised. "I was looking for- well, this." He said, reaching into the wide pocket of his jacket. He produced a square, slim object out of it.
"Is that a CD?" Rin asked, pointing at the object. Kaito nodded as he slid it across the table to her.
"Michael Jackson, remember? A while back you wanted to borrow it and well … that's when I found my gran's box."
"Right, yeah … I remember," she nodded.
"You're the only person I know who still listens to CDs," he chuckled. Rin sported her usual smirk.
"Please," she scoffed. "You just need to meet more people."
"Well, I can't exactly argue with that." He sighed. Rin nodded as she took the CD.
"Thanks, Kaito." She said. The waitress from earlier returned to the booth as she smiled at Rin.
"I see you have some company now," she said, looking to Kaito. Rin laughed as Kaito looked between the two. "Can I get you anything?" She asked, still looking over Kaito.
"Um- What have you got?" He asked, looking to Rin's mug.
"Coffee," she chuckled. Kaito cleared his throat.
"Same, please." He said rather bluntly.
"Okay, would you like a refill?" The waitress asked Rin. Rin smiled again.
"I shouldn't, I'd like to avoid the caffeine rush," she said. The waitress grinned.
"That's something I'd like to see," she laughed. Rin rolled her eyes, keeping a smirk.
"I doubt that." She retorted. The waitress smiled at Rin as she turned and left to make Kaito's coffee. Kaito narrowed his eyes as he looked on at Rin. "What?" Rin questioned. Kaito shook his head.
"Nothing." They went quiet for a moment. Rin looked on, studying Kaito as he looked around the café, tapping his fingers on the table. He came to a stop as Rin spoke.
"You seem different." She stated. Kaito let out a sigh.
"A lot happened when I left." He said. Rin nodded.
"How did it go?"
"It … It was good for me. I got to know my uncle, my cousin and my aunt … she gave me the haircut," he laughed. Rin smiled, reaching over, she tugged at his thick locks.
"I do like it," she said, letting go of his hair. She lent back down into her seat. "She did a good job." Rin added as Kaito held a warm smile. "Seems like reconnecting with them was the right thing for you." She said.
"Yeah … yeah, I think so." He agreed. The waitress returned with Kaito's coffee as she placed it down on the table.
"Enjoy," she said as Kaito thanked her. Rin gave the woman a smile as the waitress left them to their conversation. Kaito took a sip of his coffee as Rin did the same with hers. Placing it down, he let out a cough.
"Look, Rin. I- I'm really sorry about how I left things." He let out a sigh. "I fucked up; I know you must think I was way out of order."
"I don't think that at all," Rin said. Kaito was taken by surprise.
"Really?"
"Kaito, you've been going through a hell of a lot of stuff, I get that bringing in my own problems was a lot to dump on you like that. I was more worried that you thought I was crazy or something." She remarked.
"Come on Rin, you know I don't think that."
"Well I wouldn't exactly blame you if you did," she laughed. "I mean," she began, taking a quieter tone. "I know that what I was doing was messed up. I get it. I lied about being bi-polar. To be honest, I'm only glad you still want to be friends." She smiled. Kaito gave a light shrug.
"We've all done stupid stuff before," he said.
"I know but- … Look, I just want to get us on the straight and narrow, yeah? I want to be honest with you about this … I remember you told me that you had been completely honest with me, so I think you deserve the same." She muttered as Kaito went to speak.
"You don-"
"And I know I've told you this before, but I want to tell you now." She said as Kaito went quiet. He studied her for a moment and then nodded. She smiled. "Good. So, like I told you before. My dad left my mom when I was super young, she always kept that stuff close to the chest. I don't think she liked talking about him much." She shook her head as she gave a huff. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not hung on my dad or anything. I don't particularly care if I ever see him again, I got past that a long time ago." She took another sip of her coffee, wetting her mouth. She placed it back down as she traced the rim of the mug with her thumb. "Dealing with my mom was really hard though. After she got in the accident I mean, obviously with her being paralyzed I had to care for her from a young age. I'm sure with your grandmother you understand just how difficult it can be to care for someone who should be caring for you, yeah?" She croaked. Kaito gave a slow nod, remaining composed. Rin shrugged. "She became a completely different person and yeah … she was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder." She folded her arms, as if guarding herself. "Its really embarrassing but I kind of latched on to that idea myself. Like, yeah, I went through depression … I mean I missed out on a lot of my childhood and my time in highschool. I didn't have many friends and the few I had were more just acquaintances. I- I guess I wanted to blame it all on something but … I just couldn't resent my mom for something that wasn't her fault. So, I think I just convinced myself that I must have been the same way, and I kind of ran with it. Don't get me wrong, I knew what I was doing but it made me feel a lot better. To pretend that my problems could be so easily defined you know?" She said, looking to Kaito.
"Yeah … yeah I get that." He nodded. Rin sighed.
"Then … When she died, I was just alone. My whole world, the one person who was my entire purpose in life was just gone. So … as you know, I had been taking my mother to support groups and I kind of just took her place. I suppose it was a way to kill time and be around people who at least understood to some degree how I felt. At the time though, I didn't want to stay in the place I had lived with her, I wanted to just start over, I guess. So, using my inheritance and what was left from my mom's pay out; I moved here. Still though, I couldn't start over. I fell into the same habits and kept up that charade. The only good thing to come out of it was meeting you." She let out a deep sigh as she gave a bashful smile. "I know that sounds pathetic." She mumbled. Kaito looked on as he spoke.
"It's okay Rin, honestly." Kaito stated as their eyes met.
"Kaito," she began again. "I- I really just want you to know though, that you mean a lot to me. I know I've said this before but you're the first real friend I've ever had. I get that we haven't known each other for too long but I feel like we could be long lost siblings or something," she laughed. Kaito did the same.
"Course," he smiled. "I know what you mean, I feel like we're cut from the same cloth, yeah?"
"Exactly!" Rin beamed. "Also, I- I was so happy when you brought me out with your friends; I know it was a bad night for you, so I'm sorry to bring it up but … you all made me feel so welcomed and included. I can see why you care so much for them." She said. Kaito let out a slight chuckle.
"To be honest Rin, I think you got on better with them in that one evening then I have for, well … for a long time." He admitted. "I know the others liked you, I could tell." Kaito shrugged. "I mean, you got on with Yumi like a house on fire … Which is a pretty big achievement to be honest."
"She was cool," Rin laughed.
"Yeah, she is." Kaito nodded. Rin took her final sip of coffee. She brought the mug back down and gave a smile.
"I'm not going to go to the support group anymore Kaito, I see now that I don't need them. I just hope that we can still be close. I really missed you when you were gone."
"I missed you too," admitted Kaito.
"And I don't want you to feel bad about leaving. To be honest, I was really upset." She said as Kaito looked away. "But I understand it. I really do." Rin confirmed as Kaito looked back to her. "So … friends?" She asked, placing out her hand. Kaito felt a big smile come across his face; he felt elevated in that moment. A feeling that he was not entirely used to. Placing out his hand, he grasped Rin's as he shook it.
"Friends."
It was nearing 5pm as Takeshi was coming to the end of his shift; ready for the hand over to the evening staff working that night. He sprayed some surface cleaner onto one of the counters as he wiped it down. The kitchen he worked in was rather large and well kept. Rows of counter tops stacked with an assortment of cooking utensils and other equipment surrounded him. During his hours of work, where he would be cooking food for hungry customers, the kitchen was a well-oiled machine. Though, when it came time to clean down and move over to serving on an evening, he and a few of his colleagues would be able to talk and unwind whilst they worked – as long as the work got done of course. Takeshi continued to scrub the surface, staying focused on his task. Four other members of the kitchen staff were also present, each focusing on their own area. One of his colleagues, a stocky man with a quiff of dark hair, was cleaning on the station just over from Takeshi. The man glanced over, making note of how quiet Takeshi was. The man grabbed the damp cloth he was using to clean and launched it over to Takeshi, it landed right next to him. Takeshi looked over; he wasn't amused. "Come on Takeshi, lighten up." The man said. Takeshi grabbed the cloth and threw it back over.
"Sorry Ito," Takeshi muttered. "I've just got a lot going on." Ito gave a shrug as he picked up his cloth and continued cleaning. The two other colleagues in the room chimed in.
"What's up then?" One of them asked. It was a young woman, rather tall with straight, jet black hair and blue eyes. "You haven't been as funny lately."
"Yeah, Niko's right. Not about being funny I mean, but you've been miserable all week." The other one stated; a man. He was slim and quite short, standing at about 5'7. He had a buzz of brown hair and brown eyes to match. His name was Yuuma. Takeshi let out a sigh as he moved over to another section of the counter. Spraying some more cleaner on the worktop, he began to scrub it. Yumma gave huff as he spoke. "Fine, be that way."
"Is it that roommate of yours again?" Ito asked, taking a judgemental tone. Takeshi had often spoke about Kaito to his colleagues at work, never in such a negative light though. Yet, they knew that Kaito's behaviour had taken a toll on Takeshi. "He still acting up?" Ito added.
"Look, can we just drop it please?!" Takeshi barked, silencing the others. He continued to scrub the surface as the others looked at each other, widening their eyes as they realised they had over stepped. They all went back to cleaning their stations, staying in silence. A while later, they had come to the end of their shift. The kitchen was clean and sparkling, ready for the next set of staff to use. The four of them made their way out of the kitchen and down a long hallway. Takeshi stayed at the back as the other began to talk again.
"Who's coming for a drink tonight?" Ito asked.
"Sounds good," Yuuma nodded.
"Count me in," Niko added. She looked behind her to Takeshi as she smiled. "You coming?" Takeshi looked tired and fed up as he replied.
"Nah, I'm busy." He said bluntly. Niko nodded as she turned back around. Coming to the end of the hallway, they came to two separate doors leading into two changing rooms.
"Right, see you guys outside," Niko said as she slipped inside the women's changing rooms. Ito and Yumma entered the other door. As Takeshi was about to follow them, a voice spoke behind him.
"Fujimoto," the voice said. Takeshi turned around. Stood in front of him was a burly looking man. He was dressed in a smart suit with slicked back, dark hair. It was the Restaurant Manager, Mr. Kido.
"Mr. Kido," Takeshi nodded respectfully. The man smiled with a sense of professionalism.
"Can I have a word with you in the office please?" He asked. Takeshi nodded as he followed the man back down the hallway. Taking a left turn, they continued walking. Takeshi wasn't sure what his manager wanted. He did not think his work ethic had slipped, despite recent events. He hadn't had any issues that he knew of either. Perhaps it was to do with his Culinary Course that the restaurant chain had been funding? He did not know. As they came to the end of the hallway, they reached the main office. Entering, Takeshi saw the large desk on the right-hand side of the room, it belonged to his manager. There were several security screens on one side of the wall, giving footage of the restaurant, showing the front of house and bar areas. His manager pulled up a chair in front of the desk, gesturing for Takeshi to sit. He did. Mr. Kido took the seat on the other side of the desk. Sitting straight, he spoke. "So, Takeshi. I just wanted to see how you were getting along." He said.
"Fine sir," Takeshi replied. He was not exactly sure as to what his manager was alluding to.
"I'm aware that since we placed you on this access course that your workload hasn't exactly been easy." His manager gave a smile. "Though I'm impressed that you've managed to keep on top of things."
"Well," Takeshi began. "I never actually thought I'd be able to do anything equivalent to a college course, so I'm not exactly taking it lightly." He stated. The man nodded.
"Of course, of course. I suppose with it being mostly online it allows it to be a bit more manageable."
"I guess," nodded Takeshi. Mr. Kido let out a slight chuckle.
"I didn't exactly ask you in here to quiz you on your course," he smiled. "I'm not sure if you've heard. Mr. Matsuura; you know the owner of our restaurant chain?" Takeshi nodded. "Well, he's looking to open several more establishments across the country."
"I see," Takeshi uttered.
"Basically, he's looking for several team members, in house, so that he can place each one at the head of the kitchens within these new restaurants. Do you see where I'm going with this?" He asked. Takeshi nodded. "It would be a major step up from your current position and you'd be given the training you need before hand of course. Do you think it would be something you're interested in?" Mr. Kido asked. Takeshi thought for a moment, he wasn't sure if he was ready for a such a big step in his career. He hadn't exactly been in the right state of mind lately to make such a decision.
"I- I'm not sure. I mean, how far away are we talking?" Takeshi questioned.
"It could be anywhere from the next town over to the other end of Japan. They're still finalising a lot of the sales, which will still take a few weeks." The man cleared his throat. "I don't want to force you into anything of course."
"Do I have time to think about it?"
"Yes, of course. They've only asked me to give any names of whom I think will be suitable candidates. To be honest, I think you'd be perfect for the job. You have the talent, the right discipline within a kitchen, the work ethic and the right personality." Mr. Kido stated. Takeshi was caught slightly off guard; he had never received so many compliments at once. "Personally, I think you would flourish." He concluded. Takeshi mused over his manager's words as a thought popped into his head.
"So, if I were to put my name forward, and I got the job. What would happen with my course?"
"Well, I'm afraid that's the downside. The workload you would be taking on would not account for it. The company would no longer fund it; however, your starting salary would be much higher than what you are currently earning. You would have job security. Also, as I said, you would receive the necessary training for the role. I understand you've been working hard, but I think you can understand that it would be a necessary sacrifice you would be making."
"Right," nodded Takeshi. The choice was still weighing on him, if anything the idea of dropping his education made the decision even more difficult.
"As with anything there are ups and downs," Mr. Kido stated, attempting to impart some wisdom. "Again, I don't want to force you. If you decide you want to stay here and continue your course, then that's fine. However, I really do think you should consider this Takeshi. It's a massive opportunity." He finished. Takeshi nodded.
"Yeah … of course I'll consider it." He replied. The man gave a smile.
"Good. Right, well I'm not paying you overtime to sit here," he laughed. "Go on, get yourself home." They both stood up as Takeshi nodded.
"Thanks sir, I'll see you later."
"Take care son." Mr. Kido said. Takeshi turned and made for the door, he exited the office, closing the door behind him. He gave a deep sigh as he made his way back down the hallway and towards the changing rooms. He was quite uncertain as to how he felt … for it was yet another thing that would weigh him down.
Yumi strolled along the busy streets of Hikarizaki. She had just finished work and had left, taking no time to get out as fast as she could. It had been a long day for her. She adjusted the large coat that was wrapped around her, keeping her warm from the chill of the evening air. Coming to a stop, she felt a vibration in her pocket. She pulled out her phone and slid her finger across the screen, gaining access to it. She found a new message from her dad. It read: 'Your mom has gone to the hospital again, so it's just me and you for dinner. I hope you're up for bacon and eggs.' Yumi smiled at the sight of the words 'bacon and eggs' yet it dropped when she thought of her mother. Yumi's father, Riku, had told her before that her mother, Sayaka had been spending much more time at the hospital as of late, watching over their son. Yumi knew that her brother's state was dwindling. Though, her parents always managed to stay optimistic, which, Yumi had to admit, was a help to her. She sent a message back to her father as she placed the phone back in her pocket. She was about to begin walking again when she heard her name being called. Turning around, she saw one of her colleagues, the man from earlier that day; Haru. "Hey," Yumi nodded as Haru came to a stop in front of her.
"Don't worry," he laughed. "I'm not stalking you; I walk this way to get home."
"I see," Yumi mumbled, giving a curious look. Haru was obviously flustered.
"Um- yeah, I saw you coming this way so I called out." He told her. Yumi folded her arms.
"I know that," she chuckled. Haru went a shade darker as he cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I was just wonder, do you fancy grabbing a drink? There's a bar just around the corner if you fancy it?" He asked earnestly. Yumi thought for moment as her eyes drifted away from the sight of the man. Of course, she didn't want to go for a drink. Though, not wanting to be rude, she smiled.
"Sorry, not tonight. I've got a few things going on so I'm a little busy." She stated.
"Ah, okay." Haru uttered, quite disheartened. Giving a shrug, he smiled. "Another time then," he said. Yumi nodded. "Cool. I'm up this way," he said, pointing to a road leading off to their right. "When are in work next?" He asked.
"Oh, first thing tomorrow," she sighed. "I can't wait," she huffed with a shad of sarcasm. Haru let out a laugh.
"Well, see you tomorrow." He grinned, turning to make his way up the road. Yumi watched him for a moment, then she called out.
"Haru," she shouted. The man turned back around. "Thank for today by the way, I really couldn't deal with those customers," she jested.
"Ey, anytime Yumi," he beamed as he turned back around and set off once again. Yumi sighed as she returned her hands to her pockets and continued walking down the street. About 15 minutes later, she came to her house. Making her way through the garden, she entered. She took off her jacket as the warmth of her home hit her. Hanging up her jacket, she bent down and untied her shoelaces and slipped them off. She walked through the hallway and into the living room. She met her father as he was sat on the sofa, a mass of papers were spread across the coffee table.
"Evening," she yawned as she took a seat next to her father. He smiled at her.
"How was work?" He asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she sighed, glancing over the sheets of paper in front of her. "So, what's all this?" She asked. Her father, who was a small and well kempt man, took off his spectacles that had been sat on his nose and placed them onto the table front. He slumped back into the sofa as he brought his over his face. "Dad?"
"Finances." He muttered. Yumi look on with a sense of pity. She knew her dad was working hard to make ends meet, but it was clearly not enough for him to cope.
"Have you told mom about the debt yet?" Yumi wondered. Her father shook his head.
"Not until I know I can sort it."
"Okay … but what if you can't?" Yumi sighed. Riku gave a sigh as he got up from the sofa and made his through to the kitchen. Yumi, taken by surprise, hesitated before following him through. In the kitchen, Riku had begun to take out a few pans aswell as the bacon and eggs he was preparing for tea. Placing the frying pan onto the kitchen hob, Riku went quiet. Yumi came up next to him, waiting for the man speak. Riku fixed his gaze towards the floor, unable to look at Yumi.
"I've tried working this out Yumi," her father began. "I've tried every calculation I can think of, anything that could be cut to save money, I've taken into account but it's come to nothing. I've spoken to a loan manager."
"What did they say?" Asked Yumi. Riku shook his head.
"They said that our income compared to our outgoings does not grant me eligibility to be allowed a loan," he recited in a cold manner. "You know, we pay our taxes, we pay towards Kazuki's care, we work had and for what?" He sighed. "They reject you when you most need help."
"Okay, so there must be something else we can do," Yumi suggested. "There has to be something."
"Yumi," Riku sighed. "There's only one thing left to do and believe me it's the last thing I wanted." Yumi looked on as Riku moved his gaze back to his daughter. "We're going to have to sell the house." He said. Yumi folded her arms as she leant back against the kitchen worktop. "If we take out another mortgage on a smaller house, we should be able to scrape by until Kazuki-" The man stopped himself. Both he and Yumi knew exactly what he was about to say. Neither of them needed to hear it out loud though.
"He could get better dad," Yumi said. Riku nodded.
"He could." They both fell quiet as a chilling atmosphere fell over them. Riku felt rather helpless in this moment. Yumi, noticing this, sprang back into action.
"Okay dad, so we have to sell the house. If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." She said. Riku looked over to his daughter once more. "But you have to tell mom about it. She'll understand."
"Yumi," Riku sighed. "Telling you're mother isn't what's bothering me about this." He admitted. "I'm just … I've let you down. You've only just got back and … what about you?" He asked. "We'll have to downsize."
"Then I'll get my own place," Yumi stated bluntly. "I'll be able to afford it soon. If that's what needs to be done so you and mom can live more comfortably then I want to do it. I know you won't accept my help or money on this, so at least put me out of your mind. I'll be fine." She finished, folding her arms and forcing a smile. Riku's face turned to a smile as he eyes went misty.
"Yumi," he uttered as he placed his arms around his daughter. "You truly are an amazing daughter," Riku smiled. Yumi wrapped her arms around her father, he stood a few inches shorter than her. They parted as Riku spoke again. "You know how much your mother and I love you," he stated. Yumi nodded.
"I know, and I'm so grateful for that. But dad, now you guys needs to focus on yourselves. I'll talk to mom with you if you want but please, just do what needs to be done so you guys can be better off." She ordered. Riku nodded sharply as Yumi smiled. "Okay, I'm going to get a quick shower before dinner."
"Right, I'll get to it then," Riku smiled as he began to heat up the pan. Yumi made her way to the kitchen's exit as she looked back at her father. She noted how lighter his mood seemed, at least I helped in some way. She thought to herself. She left the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she went to the corner of her room and picked up her old guitar. Planting herself on her bed, she strummed a few of the strings. Suddenly, she froze. Leaning back on her bed, she placed the guitar to her side. She was exhausted. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rolled over onto her side. Tears began to stream down her face as she wept into the soft fabric of her bedsheets.
"Dango, dango, dango, dango, daaango, dango Daikazoku." Nagisa sang softly as she stood over her simmering pot. Ushio stood next to her, chopping a few herbs, preparing the ingredients to join those that were already cooking away. Nagisa's song phased into a hum as she took the herbs from Ushio and gently brushed them into the pot. Ushio watched her mother who happily swayed as she continued to hum the Dango song. Ushio felt a warmth come over her.
"Mom," Ushio said. Nagisa looked over to her daughter. She gave a bright smile.
"What is it sweetie?" She asked. Ushio let out a sigh.
"C- can we talk for a minute?"
"Of course," Nagisa replied, turning the hob down low as she stood next to her daughter. "So, what's up?" She wondered. Ushio tugged at the end of her sleeve as she spoke.
"It's just, well … you know how I told you about everything with Takeshi and Kaito and how weird everything has been lately?" Ushio said. Nagisa studied her daughter for a moment as she nodded. "When Yumi and I were over at Takeshi's last night, Kaito turned up."
"Oh, is he alright?" Nagisa fussed. "I know you said he's been gone a while and none of you had heard from him." Ushio smiled at her mother's gentle and empathetic nature.
"Yeah, he seems okay. He looked healthy and he seems to be a bit better in himself," Ushio replied. Nagisa nodded.
"Thank goodness," she beamed. Then, she frowned slightly. "So, what happened then?" She asked in her light voice.
"Takeshi could barely look him in the eye, there's a lot of resentment there I suppose."
"Well, it's been only Kaito and Takeshi for what, three years?" She wondered. Ushio nodded. "Sweetie, there's bound to have been a lot of things gone on between them that you don't know about or could possibly understand right?"
"Right." Ushio echoed. "But Yumi and I, we're both in the middle of it." Ushio collected herself as she continued to tug on her sleeve. "When I came back from college, I was really unsure about seeing them all again. When we all met up again though, I was just … I was so happy to see them. I mean, it had been so long since I'd seen them, or even spoke to them. We grew apart I guess but then we were thrusted back together."
"You all went through a great deal together Ushio," Nagisa sympathised. "It only makes sense."
"I know," Ushio sighed. "But mom, I've only just got them all back. Now, now it feels like it's all falling apart all over again. I mean, Kumiko hasn't been in touch with me for so long, so having the others back was just … I just feel like I need my friends around me right now."
"And you're scared that this rift between Kaito and Takeshi is going to ruin that?" Nagisa asked. Ushio nodded.
"Is that selfish?" She threated. "I know I'm putting my own feelings above there's but I just wish … I wish things could go back to how they used to be. Before- before Junichiro …" Ushio went quiet. Tears came to the corners of her eyes as Nagisa move towards her daughter. She placed her hands on Ushio's shoulders she gave them a squeeze.
"Ushio," she said as Nagisa met her daughter's eyes. "I know it's difficult. You've all been through too much for ones so young. However, the reality is that you have. I know you miss your friends, but they are their own people Ushio. Nothing stays the same sweetie. People change, relationships come and go. Although, you'll find those that tend to gravitate back to you." Nagisa let out a sigh as she tucked a strand of Ushio's hair behind her ear. "Ushio, you have to let your friends come to their own decisions and make their own choices. I know you wish all was well, you always do. It's not your place though, you can be there for them and support them but Kaito and Takeshi need to deal with this themselves."
"I know," Ushio nodded.
"Look, even if the two of them can't reconcile. That doesn't mean that you can't have your own friendships with them individually. I mean, look at your father. He sees Uncle Youhei once in a blue moon and they're still best friends. Then there's Kotomi who lives across the ocean, yet we still maintain our friendship with her. The point is, it's all a part of growing up sweetie." Nagisa concluded, smiling at her daughter. Ushio wiped her eyes as she nodded.
"Thank you," she sighed, smiling. Nagisa beamed.
"You have your whole life ahead of you Ushio, you never know what may be waiting around the corner." She smiled. Just then, Tomoya popped his head in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Everything okay?" He asked, noticing that Ushio seemed a bit off. Nagisa nodded as she and Ushio shared a smile. "Just to let you know," Tomoya began, "Kouko has just dropped by, she is waiting in the living room. She wants to talk to you Ushio."
"What about?" Ushio asked. Tomoya shrugged as he entered the kitchen.
"Go on," Nagisa said, nudging her daughter. Ushio gave her mother a suspicious look as she left the kitchen. Tomoya walked over to Nagisa as he folded his arms.
"You know why she's here, don't you?" He smirked. Nagisa returned to her simmering pot as she smiled.
"I'm not sure what you mean," she giggled as Tomoya let out a groan. Making her way down the hallway, Ushio came to the living room entrance. The door had been left open slightly and she could see Kouko's fair bob of hair just over the top of the sofa. Ushio placed her hand on the door and lightly pushed it open.
"Yoshino-Sensei," Ushio announced. Kouko turned her head around as her hazel eyes landed on Ushio.
"Oh, Ushio." Kouko laughed, standing up. "You know just Kouko is fine," she smiled.
"Old habits," Ushio joked as the two embraced. As they came apart, Kouko looked over to the sofa.
"Let's sit down." She said. Ushio did as she said. Kouko, brought one leg over the other as she sat in a rather professional manner. Ushio tried to keep her back straight, attempting to match Kouko. "Now then," Kouko began. "I was talking with your mother a few weeks back and she told me about where you're at in life at the moment."
"Okay," Ushio uttered, slightly confused.
"Well, I know you're between places at the moment, in regard to work and such. So, we put our heads together. I know you're passionate about your art and along with your college degree you took an elective within education, right?"
"I did," Ushio nodded. "Though, I'm not fully qualified as a teacher."
"But you are qualified as a teaching assistant correct?" Kouko smiled. Ushio thought for a moment. Putting two and two together, she looked towards Kouko. Ushio had to fight her grin.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She beamed. "You want me to be the teaching assistant to your art class?!"
"Hang on," Kouko said, placing her hands up as Ushio started to become rather excited. Ushio went quiet as Kouko lowered her hands. "As you know, the first semester of this school year will be finishing next month. My current teaching assistant will be leaving to pursue another career so there will be a vacancy. I have spoken with the principle and I've made my case as to why you would be perfect for the job," Kouko said with a nod as Ushio blushed. "You would be looking at an early September start date. However, you still need to go through the usual process. So, the principle would like you to attend an interview for the position."
"Om my god!" Ushio grinned. "Kouko, thank you so much!"
"Don't thank me yet," Kouko stated. "You still need to pass the interview. Of course, I'll help you prepare for it." Ushio nodded at the woman. "Well then, are you ready to get into gear Ushio?" Ushio gave a determined look. She nodded once again, ready to pursue the oncoming task.
Takeshi shifted gears as he drove down the straight and narrow road. He brough his speed down, slowly swerving to the side of the road. He came past a row of houses as he came to a stop. Pulling his handbreak up, he unclipped his belt and opened the car door. He stepped out, shutting it behind him. Looking ahead, he saw a familiar sight. A small yet rather quaint house stood among several others in a row. The garden wasn't overly large, yet it held enough greenery to call itself a garden. There was a small lawn with several shrubs and beds of flowers around the edge of it. A few tools were laying across the lawn, belonging to a middle-aged man with a crop of blonde hair who was knelt down, tugging at some weeds. Takeshi held a weak smile as he made his way over. Leaning over the garden wall, which stood next to the pavement, he spoke. "Evening." The older man looked up, it was Takeshi's father, Marcus.
"Evening," Marcus beamed. "I wasn't expecting you over this way today."
"Well," Takeshi started, "I was on my way home from work, so I thought I'd drop by."
"A bit out of the way isn't it?" His father asked, pushing off the ground as he came on to his feet. Takeshi gave a slight shrug as he spoke.
"Even so. I wanted to see you."
"Well, it's a nice surprise." Marcus smiled, meeting his son at the other side of the wall. Takeshi looked over the garden and the work that Marcus had done so far. Takeshi gestured towards it with his head.
"Want a hand?" He asked. Marcus looked over to the garden and then back to Takeshi.
"I've only got the one pair of gloves," he said. Takeshi nodded. He walked over to his car and opened the back door. Reaching in, he rummaged around in his rucksack. He pulled out a pair of rubber kitchen gloves. He made his way back over to the garden, coming to the front gate. He opened it as Marcus smiled again. "Let's get to it, shall we?" He asked as Takeshi nodded. They began to pull more weeds up from the turf. The chill of the evening breeze was quite soothing as they worked. They worked quietly for a while; Takeshi did not feel the need to speak at this point in time. Marcus however, was just happy to have the company. Takeshi continued to pull out several weeds, coming to a large one that sat on the corner of the lawn, he gave a pull - nothing. Giving it another hard tug, he cursed. Marcus looked up. "Here," he said, approaching Takeshi. He handed his son a small trowel. "Just dig around the root a bit with that, it should come loose." Takeshi nodded as he bent back down, his father watching him. Takeshi went at the roots with the trowel, digging in heavily. "Take your time with it," Marcus commented. "Go too hard and you'll cut the root off instead of getting it all out. It can still grow back if there's any left." Takeshi nodded again as he worked his way down the root of the weed gently. He scooped away the hard dirt that surrounded it, clearing out the majority of it. "Right, give it another pull." Takeshi did as father said and made for another tug on the weed. This time it came clean out. "You see," Marcus smiled. "Patience is the key." He chuckled. Marcus moved back over to the other side of the lawn. He knelt down and began to pull up some more weeds. Takeshi threw the large weed into a sack that contained the rest of them. He turned on his knees, looking over to this father. Leaning back, he sat down on his bottom. He looked up the sky, giving a sigh. Looking back over to his father, he spoke.
"Kaito came home last night." Stated Takeshi. Marcus stopped what he was doing, though he didn't turn around.
"I see." Marcus mumbled. "How is he?"
"Okay." Takeshi replied bluntly. Marcus turned his head to face his son. Takeshi stared right back.
"And how are you?" Marcus asked. Takeshi didn't respond. "I mean, are you glad he's back?"
"I'm glad he's okay." Takeshi admitted.
"But?"
"But when I saw him again, it was like … like I couldn't feel anything for him." He muttered, picking at his trouser leg.
"It's understandable that you feel that way Takeshi." His father said, turning and sitting down on the lawn. They sat there, at a level with each other as once again the cool evening breeze came over them, gently blowing their hair. Takeshi brought his hand together as he sat up straight.
"I'm not sure if I can be around him anymore dad." Takeshi confessed. Marcus' eyes appeared solemn as Takeshi spoke. "He tried speaking with me this morning and … and I just wanted to leave. I suppose the thing that's making me feel bad about this is that I don't exactly feel bad. I feel like I'm done, like there's no remorse."
"I'm sure he needs you Takeshi," Marcus said. Takeshi let out a huff as he shook his head.
"Do I need him though?" He wondered. Marcus looked on at his son with a sorrow gaze. Takeshi let out a sigh. "Then there's this thing with Yumi as well …" Takeshi said, going quiet. Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"What about her?" He asked. Takeshi shook his head as he quickly brought himself up from the ground.
"You know what, forget about it." He said as he pulled off his gloves and made his way over to the garden gate.
"Takeshi," Marcus sighed as he hoisted himself up from the floor and followed his son. Takeshi came to a stop by his car as he turned around to face his father.
"I shouldn't have troubled you."
"Takeshi, you know if there's anything troubling you, we can talk about it." Marcus stated. "Just talk to me," he pleaded. Takeshi looked into his father's eyes as he thought on his words. He wanted to let loose about everything; his situation with Kaito, his troubles with Yumi, the prospect of the new job he had been offered … everything. However, he couldn't do it. Giving a weak smile, Takeshi placed his hand on his father's shoulder.
"I'll … I'll see you later okay?" He said. Marcus went very quiet; he was clearly disappointed. The man nodded as Takeshi removed his hand from Marcus' shoulder. He turned away, opened the car door and fastened his seat belt. Moving to close the door, Marcus stopped it.
"Takeshi." He said. Takeshi did not look over to the man. Marcus let out sigh. "See you soon." With that, Takeshi closed the car door and turned the engine on. He moved into gear as the car began to drive away. Marcus looked on, knowing that the weight of the world hung over Takeshi's shoulders.
The relaxing sound of a piano hit Ushio's ears as her phone shuffled a music track. She was sat at her desk in her bedroom, a large leather portfolio case sat on top of it. She was picking out her best illustrations and sketches. Kouko had told her that during her interview, not only should she show her capability within a classroom, but she should also show her passion for the subject of which was being taught, Art. So, they decided I would be a good idea for Ushio to present a portfolio of work to show that she knew the subject. Opening a draw, she pulled out a stack of sketches. As she flicked through them, she wasn't quite sure which would best show her skills. She picked out a few landscape pieces along with a few sketches of animal. Searching a bit more, she came to a sketch that made her stop. It was a drawing of Kaito she had done, a long time ago. She had used a mixture of broad strokes and heavy lines to make up his face; he looked quite stoic. She turned to the next sketch; this one was of Yumi. She looked viciously beautiful as Ushio incorporated more detailed lines and a broad range of colour, allowing her violet hair to stand out. Ushio smiled. She turned again to one she had done of Takeshi. The sketch was unkempt and wild, much like Takeshi personality; it suited him at the time. She thought to herself. The next sketch made her pause for a moment. There, on the thick paper in front of her, was the bright smile of Junichiro. She had captured him in such a happy moment, one of pure joy. His soft demeanour was perfectly displayed on the page. Giving a sigh, she turned over to the final sketch. It was Kumiko, one of many, many sketches she had done of her friend. Ushio remember back to when Kaito had seen her masses of drawings. She had described Kumiko as beautiful; she was. Ushio had used a delicate mic of soft pencil strokes and watercolours, capturing the innocent look of her friend. Ushio thought for a moment, she remembered her mother's words 'Nothing stays the same sweetie. People change, relationships come and go. Although, you'll find those that tend to gravitate back to you'. Ushio deeply missed her friend. Taking out her phone, she went to her address book and found Kumiko's number. She felt butterflies in her stomach. It had been a while since they had last spoke, Kumiko had no idea about the past few months. Ushio composed herself as she looked back down to her phone. She hovered over the call button for a minute, debating on whether she should call. Taking a deep breath, she hit the call button. Bringing the phone to her ear, she smiled. However, the smile turned to a frown as the call went straight to voicemail. She opted not to leave one. Hanging up, she put her phone down. Then, she placed the stack of sketches aside as she continued preparing her portfolio.
The evening light had grown darker as twilight had hit the town of Hikarizaki. Kaito strolled across a winding path. He pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets as he breathed into them, warming himself. Shoving them back in, he continued on. He was in a large cemetery, graves and tombs surrounded him at all side. However, he had only come for one. A series of lanterns scattered the area, illuminating Kaito against the gravestones. He left the path as he followed on between a series of graves. Above him stood several cherry blossom trees, as if leading the way for him. A he came to the end of the row of graves, he saw his destination. Although, as he looked on, he saw someone approaching the gravestone that he was heading to. It was a woman, a woman of similar height to himself, with a bob of violet hair; Yumi. He was taken aback a little bit, it was obvious that Yumi had not noticed him. She came to a stop at the gravestone. Kaito thought for a moment, should he go over? He wasn't sure. He noticed the distant look that Yumi's face held. He saw her brush the sleeve of her jacket over her eyes. He readied himself, placing one boot forward, he made his way over. "Yumi," he said, coming to stop next to the girl. Yumi looked over to him.
"Hi Kaito," she said with a straight face. Kaito shuffled on the spot, hands buried in his pockets.
"So," he began. "What are you doing here?"
"Same thing as you I'm guessing," she shrugged. She turned her head to face the gravestone, as did Kaito. The large headstone of the grave read: 'Junichiro Akimoto 16/03/2006 - 20/04/2024: A beloved son & cherished friend.' Kaito let out a sigh as he looked back to Yumi. She continued looking on at the grave.
"You know, I'm sorry we haven't really had a chance to catch up since you came home," Kaito said. Yumi nodded, still focusing on the grave.
"You're here now," she uttered. "That's what matters."
"I suppose," Kaito replied, looking back to the gravestone. "So, how are you?" He asked in a very genuine manner. Yumi sighed as she looked to the man. Kaito looked back.
"Not great, if I'm being honest."
"Is it Takeshi?" Kato wondered. Yumi eyes were heavy as she gave a slow nod.
"Among other things."
"You can talk to me Yumi," Kaito smiled. Yumi brought her hands out of her pockets as she breathed into them, mimicking Kaito's earlier action. She let out a heavy sigh as she put them back in her pockets.
"Well, as you know, my brother Kazuki is in hospital. They don't think he'll ever wake from the coma." Yumi sniffed. "My mom has been spending every minute of the day there … so she doesn't know." Yumi said, trailing off.
"Doesn't know what?" Kaito asked.
"We're in a lot of debt," Yumi confided. Kaito let out a sigh.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"My dad doesn't want me to help. I've offered him money, but he won't take any. So, he says they're going to have to sell the house."
"I'm sorry," Kaito muttered. Yumi smiled weakly, showing her gratitude.
"They're going to be getting a new mortgage on a smaller house so …"
"You're going to have to move out, right?"
"Right."
"That sucks," Kaito said. Yumi shrugged.
"I would've done it at some point, I'm not sure when they're going to put the house on the market. But you know, life goes on and all that." Kaito nodded. Yumi gave wondering look as she spoke. "How are you feeling Kaito?" She asked. Kaito looked on at Juni's grave.
"It's weird," he admitted. "When I left my uncle's, I felt almost … invincible. Like nothing would beat me down again, you know?" He shook his head. "Then, as soon as I entered my own home, it all crashed down again. Takeshi doesn't even want to speak to me. I don't exactly blame him."
"He's dealing with his own problems." Yumi said darkly. Kaito nodded.
"I get it. I guess that was just a kind of wake-up call. I knew it wouldn't be easy Yumi but god, I didn't think it would be this hard," said Kaito. Yumi could see the frustration on the man's face. She thought it would be best to change the subject.
"You said last night that you were going to see Rin today, how'd that go?" She asked.
"Good," Kaito nodded. "We're on good terms again." Yumi smiled.
"I'm glad … she was nice you know; I could tell she cared a lot about you."
"She's a good friend," Kaito replied. Yumi nodded at him. She shivered as the cold air ran up her spine. Linking her arm with Kaito's, they huddled for warmth. They shared a smile as Yumi spoke again.
"I'm guessing you're going to be looking for a job now, right?"
"Oh," Kaito uttered. "Yeah, I suppose I'll need to."
"I can ask at the supermarket. I think they're looking to hire some more staff soon." Yumi offered. Kaito was unsure.
"I don't know, I'm not sure if retail would be right for someone like me," he worried. Yumi shook her head.
"Kaito, if you're going to get better then you need to get back to some form of normality, right?"
"I suppose so," he nodded.
"You're going to need to push yourself even when you feel like you shouldn't. Get some momentum and move forward in life. Besides, a job is a job." Yumi stated.
"A job is a job," Kaito echoed.
"Good. Then I'll ask in the morning." She said. "Speaking of which, I need to get going." She unlinked her arm from him as she pulled her fluffy hood up and over her head. Kaito was at her eye level.
"Thank you, Yumi." He smiled. She returned it as they shared an embrace.
"See you later," she said as she made her way down towards the path that was illuminated by the lanterns. Kaito returned his gaze to Juni's grave once again. He stood there for a while, stoic and silent. He thought on Yumi's words, that he would need to push himself even when he felt that he shouldn't. He knew she was right. He only hoped that he would be ready for what lay ahead.
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