Chapter Twelve
His parents never met her. He never knew his mother in the first place, so how could she have met the woman he was going to marry? His dad did meet her once. but he had been so drunk he didn't remember it the next morning, so it didn't count.
His brother met her, though. Daisuke had loved his brother, almost as much as he loved her. So, the two met, introduced themselves to the other, and went their separate ways. Daisuke walked across the store they had been in. She had been buying something, his brother worked there.
"That's her," Daisuke had said. "She's the one."
His brother had laughed. "You really think you're going to get her?"
Daisuke stood proud. "Of course I am," he said. "Just watch. Did she look my way at all?"
His brother sighed. He wasn't sure if he should lie and give his brother false dreams, or tell the truth and be blamed for hurting his heart. "Nah," he said. "She looked down a bit, or at least when I was looking at her. I didn't pay that much attention."
Daisuke shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't remember coming over last week."
His brother laughed. "She should just be glad I didn't sit on the couch on top of her! Oh, she was so drunk, maybe even worse than Dad."
"She wasn't that drunk," Daisuke said. His brother just looked at him. "Fine, she was pretty drunk but that doesn't make her a bad person or anything. She's still beautiful."
"You need to stop thinking about her. Clear your head or you won't get anything done," said his brother.
"Whatever, I'm just glad you met her. What did you think?"
"I wish you the best," he said.
Three weeks later, Daisuke's brother was killed. He had been accused of stealing from that very store, and he already had a record. He tried to run, but the police wouldn't let him get away. The eldest Yamazaki brother was dead at nineteen years old.
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She had done a number of terrible things in her lifetime. By the time she was thirteen, Erisa had already been stealing packs of cigarettes. She also wasn't above stealing alcohol from her parents and neighbors. Yet still, none of them noticed. It didn't matter to her. She simply didn't care what she did.
The day Daisuke's brother was shot was a day that would forever be in her mind. She had been sent by her mother to pick up some groceries. She had found the items and was paying, she recognized that the man was Daisuke's brother but she did not know his name and she did not care. As he opened the register, an elderly woman dropped a carton of milk, which spilt all over the floor, and fell down. The elder Yamazaki brother rushed over to help her, leaving Erisa alone at the cash register.
She didn't have much time to think about it, she knew that he would be coming back. The moment fell into place and landed on a decision. She could wait for him to come back, or she could take what he left unguarded.
As mentioned above, she didn't have time to plan and consider it, it was so short a time to make such a drastic decision. She did what she thought she could pull off. She reached over the counter, took all the money from the open register, and she ran.
She didn't think it would matter as much as it did. She figured that he could just tell his boss that some punk kid stole it. The boss would be understanding and call the police over it. Erisa didn't stop to think that the Yamazaki man already had a police record, and that he could easily be blamed. She didn't think that somebody else would die as a punishment from her crime, but when she found that he did, she did not care.
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Daisuke had decided from the minute he had realized his feelings for her. He would be her knight.
He would love her for all eternity, and he would do anything for her. He would do whatever she asked, be whatever she needed, and it wouldn't matter to him what he gained from it. He didn't mind just waiting to be thrown away because at least he would get to spend time with her; at least he would be able to make her happy, even if only temporarily.
He didn't care what happened to him, he only cared about what happened to her. She could live without him, but he couldn't survive, couldn't breathe without her. Therefore he had to protect her, he had to take care of her. It was his job as a lover, even if she didn't love him back.
"Hey man, how have you been?" someone asked him.
Daisuke spun around and faced him. Behind him stood Isamu Tanaka, boy #6. Daisuke felt a bit of relief. He knew Isamu pretty well, they grew up in the same neighborhood. Isamu thought that they were friends, but at the same time he knew that Daisuke was tough. That's why he didn't dare to be the first to pick a fight.
"Isamu," Daisuke said. "You scared me."
His friend laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Even though he and Isamu had been friends, Daisuke cut right to the point. "Have you seen anybody?"
Isamu shrugged. "I've been hiding. I've heard people walking by but I wasn't always sure who they were. Why? Are you looking for someone?"
"Yeah," Daisuke said simply.
"A girl?" Isamu guessed in a playful manner. "A special girl?"
"Yeah," Daisuke said again.
"Well?!" asked Isamu. "Tell me who it is!" Daisuke wouldn't deny his love for her, so he told Isame the girl's name.
Isamu stared at him for a minute.
Isamu laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. "What's so funny?" asked Daisuke.
"You really like her?! Of all people? She's just so boring."
Daisuke said with slight anger in his voice, "You don't know her."
"I know she's probably pretty prude. She hasn't been with anyone. Maybe no one wants her."
"You don't want to go there, Isamu," Daisuke warned.
"Hey, I'm not saying that I wouldn't do anything to her. She's not ugly. I'd consider it, then I'd drive her crazy," said Isamu with a proud tone in his voice.
"You're not going to touch her," said Daisuke.
Isamu smirked. "Want to make a bet? I bet I can find her before you do, seduce her, and have her moaning my name."
Daisuke lunged towards him and pushed him down. "You stay away from her. If you hurt her, I will hurt you ten times worse, Tanaka. You know that you don't want to mess with me."
"Whoa, it's okay," he said, faking defeat. "She's not pretty enough for me anyway."
Daisuke growled. He took out the gun in his pocket. Isamu held up his hands. "Calm down, I don't have a weapon. I got string, just a string. Don't kill me, please. We're friends."
Isamu was crying. "We're not friends at all," Daisuke said. "I'm not friends with anyone who doesn't care for her, or at least accept that I do. You're pathetic."
And with that, Daisuke pulled the trigger in her name.
"Shit. . . I was just kidding. . . just. . . playing around. . . you know?"
Boy #6, Isamu Tanaka - Dead
12 Students Remaining
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Yukio thought about all the people who were remaining. In his eyes, none of them seemed like a threat to him. He hadn't yet heard the update on who was dead at the moment, and he didn't care.
It didn't matter to him. They were nothing, and they would always be nothing to him. He didn't owe them anything. He didn't appreciate them. He didn't have to take care of them. There was somebody else who was his priority.
He had to return to her. She had taken care of him through everything, it was the least he could do. He had to win and get her out of there. He had to rescue her, to give her hope.
If he didn't, he would only be a waste of space, a wasted effort. And for both their sakes, Yukio refused to be a failure. He would go back to her, and he didn't care what he had to do in order to succeed at that.
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I got "React" out, everyone! Hopefully you'll all like that one too, don't be afraid to check it out!
Well, of course I procrastinated as much as possible with this one. Then, when I did decide to write, everyone decided that they wanted to talk to me, Netflix decided to be a million times more interesting, music decided to try to inspire me to write other things, and so on. Oh, and of course my wallet decided to play hide-and-seek and I haven't found it yet but I need it for tomorrow. So yay. Anyway, hope you guys like this, thank you for reading. Review and make my day?
Sami: Oh, you write on Quizazz? I've never really used it, is it any good? And I'll definitely read your story, just send a link! I've been looking for something to read. As for your question, obviously it depends on the entire background of the family. A full-time job would make more money than a part-time job (in most cases). But as for the family, it definitely costs more to raise two children of the same age. If they were a few years apart, the younger could receive hand-me-downs from the older, but if they're in the same class, like you said, the parents have to buy two of everything. Double the amount of clothing, food, etc. I think both parents would have to work harder than if they only had one child. Then again, it depends on the year and the entire economic background of not just the family, but how well the country's doing. And there is a tax for marriage and for children (I believe,) but I'm not exactly sure how it works and if it goes up per child or not. Sorry, but I hope I helped! The next update is due when?