Chapter 20: Free to Ourselves
Once Owada left, I wanted to take a rest. But I remembered one other person to call before I did that. Dad still thought I was dead. I called him up, but there wasn't an answer. I called once again, still nothing. Odd. Dad always had time for me. I called a third time, and finally I got an answer, but it wasn't from Dad. "I knew you weren't actually dead." my mom said on the other side. Mom's usually busy on days like this. I honestly couldn't tell you what she did for a living because I've spent a lot more time with Dad, but that doesn't mean she was never an influence to me. "You were right. It's been a pretty fucking interesting couple of hours." I said. "I can tell. Your dad had what looked like a seizure on the ground after the call with your friend ended, screaming that you were dead before he cried himself to sleep on the couch. No, it wasn't an actual seizure. Since you're kind of a big deal, I guess, I looked you up and didn't find anything about you dying. But I found something about you dating a pop idol? And do people think that fat guy in your clothes is actually you?" she asked. I laughed. "I couldn't believe it either."
"You know, I've never actually questioned this, and I don't know if you care if I ask, but why do you wear the girls clothes?" she asked. "I just like fucking with people. I'm not aroused by it or anything. That's weird." I said. I then began to internally question why family didn't question anything. There's nothing wrong with that, but the idea that no one had questioned why I continuously wore clothing of the opposite gender made little sense. "Hey, I get it. I like fucking with people too. Always have. Might even be the reason I'm with your father." mom replied. Wait, what? "Please elaborate on that, I don't think I've ever heard this." I asked. She chuckled a bit as she reminisced. "I know you wouldn't understand this because you're a boy, but god damn, your dad was and still is hot. At the same time, though, he was a weird computer dweeb, and none of my friends liked these weird computer dweebs. So what they liked doing was flirting with some of them but then making fun of them behind their backs. Eventually most of the computer geeks would find out, but I never did this to your father because was a nice, cute boy, just the way I liked them. I think most of my friends are prostitutes now." she said. Not the most wholesome story, but alright.
"Well, that's not what I expected to hear, but it's not like I have an issue with it. You know, I know I haven't been able to tell you this but I've had a weird, unusually brutal, unusually sexual last few weeks at this school and it's absolutely killing me. But that's all settled and tonight I'm just taking a rest and having sex with a girl." I said. "Sounds like a good night. Hope it is." Mom replied. I could hear some yawning in the background of the call. "Your father is waking up. Just a second, let me give him the phone." There were a few seconds of silence for us both. "H-hello? Are you actually alive?" Dad asked. "Yes, I am. The girl that called you is a bastard." I said. I could hear the phone drop on the other end as my dad loudly celebrated, yelling about how I was alive and most likely crying tears of joy. I smiled, there really was nothing like my dad acting extremely happy. Once he picked the phone up again, I updated him on the weird shit that had went on since the last time I called him, like the call with mom. It was also a rather pleasant call, and it brought up my spirits more. After the call ended, I took my well deserved rest.
Sometime during my rest, the door opened. I guess I had forgotten to lock it after Owada had left. I woke up to see Saionji sitting by my bed. "Is it finally time?" she asked, excitedly. I grinned. "Hell yeah it is." I said. She began to remove her kimono, she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I thought of an idea. "I like your hair as it is now, but I really think your look better if you let it down. Could you do that for me, please?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and said "I don't think it looks better. Plus, it takes a lot of time to perfect my hair. So I'd prefer not." I sighed in disappointment. "Not even for me?" I asked. She thought about the question for a bit before making a decision. "Alright, fine. But you're not gonna like it." she said. She removed her hair ties and her hair went down her back. Her hair was really really long, but she looked absolutely gorgeous. I pulled my fingers down her hair. At first it startled her, but she began to find comfort in it. "I think I like it more this way." I said. "I don't, but alright." she said.
I turned off the room's lights as I removed my clothes. Once that was over with, Saionji got into my bed and we locked lips. A perfect ending to a fascinating day. Or at least, it would have been. The door was still unlocked. And in walked the last person I would have ever expected to see. Well, I didn't really see them due to the turned off lights, but I saw their silhouette, and that's about the same thing. "Alright, bastard. Byakuya-sama knows that you fucked me like a bitch, and now I have no choice but to fuckin kill you!" they said. They then raised the scissors that they were holding. Anyone could tell you who those scissors belonged to. Genocide Syo, the most famous yet still most mysterious serial killer in the nation. I had heard rumors that Genocider Syo was attending the school under a different name, but never in a million years would I have expected him to be Toko Fucking Fukawa. I instantly knew it was her due to the way she addressed Togami, and of course, her voice. And since she knew about my tool from down under, I had become a prime target for Syo. I looked to my side, Saionji was now hiding under my sheets. Who would have thought that I would have been killed by one of the most famous murders of our time? Who would have though that I had sex with one of the most famous murderers of our time?
Many thoughts rushed through my head in the few seconds I had to react, but there was one much smarter than the others. Next to my bed was the dresser with Owada's gun in it. With incredible speed, I opened it up, grabbed the gun, and shot the killer in the knee. "SHIT!" she yell as she fell to the ground. For a second, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Not only had I busted Enoshima's plan and gotten the girl, but I had also solved the mystery of Genocider Syo. But that yell, it didn't sound like Fukawa. The groans of pain and anguish she made didn't sound like hers either. God fucking dammit. This bullshit again. I got up and turned on the lights. Sure enough, the Imposter dressed in Fukawa's clothing was on the ground, scissors to his sides. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. It was then I remembered that I was naked. "Nothing! Just a little prank, that's all! I swear!" he said, covering his face, preparing for my potential wrath. But I chose not to do anything. Instead, I just got back in bed, and told Saionji that it was the Imposter, to which she said "You think this is funny, fat man? Here's a reminder of what you just did, you bastard. You pretended to be a mother fucking serial killer and tried to kill my man. How the hell could you try something so damn cruel?"
Knowing the Imposter, he was likely doing this because someone told him to. "Who asked you to do this?" I asked. He stumbled to his feet, still holding his knee. "Doesn't matter, I swear! Get me a band aid or something!" he yelled. Me and Saionji looked at each other before I volunteered, putting on my skirt and getting a band aid package. As I did this, I had a sudden realization. "I know you said you came from absolutely nothing, but do you actually even have a name? You just addressed yourself by your talent." I asked. His grunts of pain made it hard for him to talk as he applied the bandage to his knee, but I still understood what he was saying just fine. "I-I don't have a name! If I had a name, I'd tell you! I just like pretending to be other people! I put in so much effort in to doing this, you don't get it! I've even done some basic studying into the talents of everyone here! Please, god, don't hurt me again!" he yelled. At this point, tears were starting to come out of his eyes from the pain. I don't want to say he deserved it, but he did. What he did was far from a funny little prank.
But this gave me another realization, a point that I couldn't believe I didn't bring up during the trial. "Is this why Enoshima knew about the code that deleted itself? Because you found out about it?" I asked. "Yes! Yes, I told her! Please, god, don't do anything to me! I've taken enough hell within the last couple of weeks, I can still feel her fingers inside my asshole! It's disgusting! Please don't hurt me more!" he whimpered. I didn't plan on doing anything more to him, I think that was punishment enough. "You never really answered my question, though. Why would you do something this awful?" Saionji asked. "B-b-b-because of Nanami! She wanted me to do this as another payback for what you did to Hinata!" he said. Nanami again? I wouldn't necessarily call her a nice girl, but I kinda wanted to know her more. But damn, did she have a sick sense of humor, somehow even sicker than mine. Getting the imposter to dress up as Genocider Fucking Syo just to fuck with me? What the hell?
"Oh yeah, she also wanted me to tell you to come to her room. She wants to play video games with you." Are you fucking kidding me? This is about video games? Well, to be fair, this was Chiaki Nanami that we were referring to. But this made the whole situation worse! "Tell her I say no, and then get out of here. Alright?" I asked. The Imposter nodded as he headed towards the door. However, just as he was about to open it, Nanami herself opened it before he could. "Why are you taking so long?" she asked. She looked down at the bullet in his leg. "Yeah, that'll do that to you. Fujisaki. Smash. Now." she said. Saionji hugged me, pulling me towards her. "But I was about to smash him!" she said. Nanami rolled her eyes and yelled "Not that kind of smash!" She made that pouty face she always made when she was annoyed. "I know we kinda got off on the wrong foot, Fujisaki. Me kicking you in the balls, you torturing my boyfriend, but even if we're in other relationships, I want our relations to improve! I can tell you're kinda in the middle of, hehe, something, but come on! Bros before hoes!" she said. Despite the fact that Nanami couldn't be a bro due to her not being a guy, and the slight offense Saionji took to that, me and Saionji both decided we'd go over there after we were done having sex. Nanami and the Imposter both left, and we were left to ourselves.
Before we began, Saionji had a question to ask me. "Do you see this relationship as kind of, you know, illegal?" she asked. That question didn't even make any sense. "No? Why do you ask?" I said. She didn't say anything for a little while. "No reason." she would later say.