*Heads up I added more stuff to the last chapter.*
"I don't even get why the teacher keeps picking on you for that. I have purple hair for goodness's sake." Scowling, Shinso furrows his brow as he and the younger Sayako make it out of class, her brow furrowed simply staring ahead.
"It's fine Shinso." Sighing, Sayako slumps her shoulders, her brow furrowed when her ears perk up hearing hollering in the distance seeing a boy being thrown against a wall, being pinned down by a familiar group of bullies making her scowl.
"Sayako…" Shinso begins his lilacs softening sadly. He knew she had been zoning out more but the teacher had nothing to use against her, he couldn't counter with her snippy remarks so aimed for the hair it was the only thing the teacher would do and he had hit it.
"The teacher's just iffy cause I'm making more money than him with the modelling." Sayako sneers. He didn't know why Sayako hated her hair he knew she had thought of dying it she thought it'd be fine since a fair few students had their own unique hair colour but never acted out on it. But since the teacher found that weak spot he had used it whenever possible whenever she would counter and it would swiftly shut her up.
"That still shouldn't be a excuse to…" Shinso insists only to falter from the sharp slam of a body and cry of pain making them turn towards the scene of the bloodied battered boy being pinned to the wall.
"Hey batty boy saw you on the school paper." Sneering, one of the males sneer.
"So you think you're hotshot for pegging some sicko spreading diseases?" A girl by his side adds.
"I…I just…" The boy bows his head.
"You take Sora from me. I would have given him a real relationship!" The girl glares daggers at him.
"You lot think you can take anyone want you want, convert them into having a relationship, you got to be kidding me." Sneering, the male chuckles as Shinso and Sayako scowl noting the teachers and other student bodies watching on, no one stepping in, no one doing…
"Hey!" Sayako snaps stepping forward alarming Shinso.
"Sayako stop!" Shinso cries out only to stop, his eyes widening when hearing the crisp crunch of bone and smelling the heavy stench of iron in the air…
"…Dad?" Frowning, Sayako calls out as she enters her home, her brow furrowed when seeing the cardboard boxes littered about the small cramped place, seeing the cracks of the window, seeing the plastic plastered to some of the windows, noting the letters scattered all over the place, ruby red ink littered on each and every one of them, kneeling down, she notes an open wound, furrowing her brow at the death threats at the ruby red ink screaming kill yourself, die. Sighing, she brushed it off as she turned to the male before her, her greens softening sadly at the sight of the male before her, at the sight of her hero…now slumped over on the sofa, a beer bottle in hand.
"…Hey sweetie? How was school?" Sweetly, he turns to smile at her a heavy raw red tint to his cheeks. She hears the faint clink of glass ringing, turning to stare down at the numerous bottles before the two.
"Nothing much." Aloofly, she shrugs kneeling down, picking up the bottles before her.
"That isn't what those bruises are saying." Kazz notes clearly concerned making her freeze from his hand on her cheek.
"Just got into a scrap no big deal." Huffing, she brushes his hand off.
"Sayako you didn't…" Worried, Kazz furrows his brow the question hanging heavily in the air making her scowl.
"I didn't say anything dad don't worry." Curtly, she answers a fang pang of bitterness to her tone.
"Sayako…" Kazz sighs slumping his shoulders as she turns towards the TV.
"You're watching this again." Annoyed, her olive hues narrow at the screen showing a certain blonde, girls glued to his side, seeing a number of photos of him at nightclubs, some in rather compromising positions and some of him during shoots, from behind the scenes making her blood boil, bubble, burn, blinking back the tears threatening to fall.
"It…just came on." Strained, Kazz smiles up at her daughter.
"Sure…" Snippily, she sneers just as it came on every night, she knew splitting up could be rough but it had been weeks now he was either here being depressed or working himself to his bone, she didn't know which one was better.
"Hikaru hates it here, says it's too cramped…" Strained, Kazz smiles gesturing upstairs up as she hears his whines, his whimpering, his thumping no doubt hitting the wall or floor below as she notes the faint dusty debris come crashing down, falling on Kazz's brown locks making Sayako's olive soften sadly at the mess that was her hero…all thanks to him.
"Dad…" Sayako sighs, her brow furrowed only to feel his hand on his cheek, feeling his thumb brush against her cheek when seeing his smile, his strained smile, his pained expression just from the sheer sight of her.
"You just like your father you know? You're lucky you got his looks from his blonde roots to his olive hues…" Solemnly, he smiles unaware of her flinch from his words, unaware of her olive hues turning glassy. She knew the truth, she knew him seeing her only brought her more pain, only made him hurt more, only made him remember the old times. At least with Hikaru he looked like him so didn't have to think of him but her…? She was practically a carbon copy of him and she hated it, she hated seeing him every single day…
I just…don't want to see him in the mirror…. Solemnly, Sayako bows her head trying to blink back the tears threatening to flow as she stares down at the cracked mirror small snippets of crimson crawl down from it as her fingertips as white as chalk shake around the rim of the sink as the tears freely flow. She slams the hair dye down onto the sink. She had to do this, she had to stop hurting him, hurting everyone, hurting her loved ones. She didn't care if the models dropped her, she'd find work elsewhere all she wanted was to stop hurting her dad, was to stop seeing his face every day in that stupid stupid mirror, stop being a reminder to her family's pains…
Just got to fake it till I make it. Pained, Sayako smiles strained as she stands before the cameras flashing as she poses, ready for yet another photoshoot…they needed the money, they needed it, they needed everything they could get even if it was due to his looks that they got the money, the looks that she so hated, that she so despised, so she so loathed if it brought food to the table, she would do it, she would fake it till she made it.
Creaking, the wheel rolls through the heavy filled aisles of people from children, teens to adults even some elderly as they sit perched upon their seat, some kids move their legs up and down bashing the seat in front while others spring side to side squirming at the constricting chairs they are perched upon. Others are engrossed in the screen playing out before them while others have other waits for time to go by in particular, the soft snores echo as the male sits in his seat, staring at the snoring mess by his side. His lilac hues dart down to the girl by his side, sleeping on his shoulder bringing a small shy smile to his lips at the sight, his fatigued features softening from the sight.
"Attention passengers this plane will begin its descent to I-Island…." The boy perks up at the announcement. He lowers his phone, feeling the faint tug of his earphone popping out of his ear as he sees the other earphone nestled in Sayako's ear. His hues dart back down to the sleeping figure before him, sighing when feeing his arm begin to throb from the sharp sting of pins and needles, feeling his shoulder go numb as he gently nudges her.
"Sayako…" Shinso calls out nudging her. Shinso wears a coal black jacket with a grey shirt underneath with a few thin lilac lines on. He also wears a pair of black trousers and hiking shoes. He furrows his brow as he gazes down at his phone, his lilacs gazing down upon the screen presented before him.
"Hmrh…" Stubbornly, Sayako nestles, nuzzling further into Shinso's side making him sigh.
"Come on Sayako." Gently, he places his forefinger upon her temple, trying to apply gentle patterns upon her temple, trying to coax her to awaken.
"No…" Sayako whines nuzzling further into his side.
"Time to get up." Shinso furrows his brow at her as she curls in on herself, having brought her legs to her chin, resting upon her legs.
"I don't waaanna." Whining, she draws out nuzzling into the pillow of his shoulder.
"And I didn't want to come to this event, but you don't see me complaining." Shinso points out making her furrow her brow.
"You did just then." Slowly, she opens her eyes, her dazed green glaring into his bored lilac.
"Come on you told me to wake up you when we got there." Tiredly, Shinso reminds her gently placing his hand on her back, pushing her forward briefly.
"Urgh…stupid past me all awake and shit." Scowling, Sayako grumbles to herself, using his arm to wipe away at the sleepy dust, releasing a small yawn. She stretches while Shinso cradles his shoulders, flexing, trying to get the blood pumping, trying to get some sense of feeling in his shoulder, trying to get the nerves to wake up in some sense.
"Please keep your seatbelts fastened and do not unbuckle them until we advise you to do so." The feedback of the announcer's mic echoes making Sayako slam her eyes shut, slamming her hands down on her ears trying to recover from the brief pang of pain as the woman announces it.
"Noooo…" Sayako slumps her shoulders, bending over slightly bowing her head drained.
"Come on." Shinso repeats rolling his eyes at her.
"Stupid voice telling me what to do who do they think they are?" Annoyed, she crosses her arms over her chest, bringing her legs closer to her chest.
"The professionals driving this plane." Bored, Shinso stares down at his phone as Sayako passes him his ear pod back before looking out at the window while Shinsho smirks slightly at the cat video playing before his eyes.
"Wait do you drive a plane or do you fly it?" Confused, Sayako's eyes narrow at the thought turning to peer over her shoulder looking up at Shinsho.
"Does it matter"? Shinsho raises a brow baffled by the question.
"I'm too tired to argue with you." Exhausted, Sayako huffs slumping her shoulders once more slouching in her seat.
"But you'll happy to undo your seatbelt." Sternly, Shinso points out as she squeaks slightly from the turbulence of landing fortunately Shinso swiftly catches her, steadying her from the shaking plane.
"Teenage rebellion Shinsho." Smugly, Sayako moves her neck up, looking up at him, her arms draped over his muscular arm as he sighs.
"Teenage stupidity would be the more fitting term. Now come on." Fed up, he huffs as the woman announces they can stand seeing the light blares as the other adults gather their things and file out with their kids.
"Go on without me." Dramatically, Sayako drapes herself over his arm making him roll his eyes at her.
"I would but you have the tickets." Truthfully, Shinso deadpans.
"You're cruel you know that." Pouting, she huffs, quirking her head to the side leaning against the surprisingly comforting cool arm before her.
"Yeah, yeah now come on." Smoothly, Shinso removes his hand from her.
"Urgh…fiiine. " Frowning, Sayako stands only to grimace at the sudden drop in her stomach making Shinsho sigh as he steps back, arching a brow bemused when watching Sayako try to reach her luggage above but…
"Need a hand?" Smirking, Shinso raises a brow down at the girl flailing her arms about, on her tippy toes trying to reach the bag but…
"I am a perfectly capable adult." Huffing, she crosses her arms over her chest pouting as Shinso simply smirks easily taking the duffle bag from her, swinging it over his shoulder.
"I'm sure you are." Shinso smirks placing his hand over her dyed brown roots ruffling them making her whine as he leaves her.
"Shinso wait hey! "Annoyed, Sayako whines at the ass, trying to catch up to his long swift strides only to falter from the sharp crawl crumbling down her legs making her grab hold of a nearby seat steadying her before gathering her bearings and descending down, glaring daggers at the sly smirk of Shinso patiently waiting for her as they get off the airplane having arrived at I-Island.
*So I wanted to clear somethings up I hoped this chapter did because people pointed out a valid point about Sayako seemingly being insecure only then to be okay as a model. Sayako is the sort to fake it till she makes it, she hates how similar she looks to her father that's the issue she has because she feels as if every day when she comes home, she is a reminder to Kazz of Best Jeanist. Every day she wakes up to Jeanist face almost and she hates it because of how he hurt the family and how she feels like she's hurting the family by being a reminder of what happened. She doesn't want Kazz to be hurt by the sight of her anymore, so she tried to dye her hair.
She models for the money for her family due to the debt they've began to pile up from the lawsuits thrown Kazz' way hence why he became a doctor in hopes of trying to pay the people off but can't pay for it all so Sayako tries to help when she can. She may seem confident but deep down this girl has some issues.*