A/N: I'm back and updating.
Haruhi
I can't think. My mind is too much in a cloudy haze to form coherent ideas that make an ounce of sense. I can't eat. My appetite is nonexistent and just the thought of food sickens me to the point where my stomach churns out of discomfort. I can't even sleep. The bed I lay in is nothing like the one I am accustomed to; sheets dirty and torn while the smell of stale urine fills the mattress and room. The only ounce of light I have to guide my weary eyes across the page of my History text book is the moon, shining brightly above my window with very little, if no, effort. It's the only pro I could sort out above all the cons going on with this place.
"HARUHI!" It's my aunt, calling from downstairs with that tone of voice that tells me she is drunk again. It's either Kino or Souza's doing this time. It's always one of the two. "GET DOWN HERE!"
"Hai!" I make no effort to move from my place upon the only sanitary object this house has to offer, my eyes still glued to the page about 'Barbaric Europe: Society In Transformation'. She is the one who lets those guys do her the way they do, so, in my opinion, she must pay for it. Kino is one of Tokyo's most notorious pimps with an average of three hundred girls- ranging from 9 to 18 years of age- working for him while having a huge chunk of illegal drag racing stashed away in his pocket. Souza, however, is a bit more dignified than Kino when it comes to choosing profession. He's a business mogul with a six figure salary that works with and owns parts of Sonny Enterprises. His only downfall is that he is Japan's most infamous drug lord to date, help from his brother- who is part of Tokyo government- covering his scandal that could cost him his reputation and disrupt the status quo. Amazing how power, wealth, and secrecy can rule a society once governed by exact ruling and morality.
"HARUHI!"
"Coming!" I shouted back with a hint of attitude. "Coming!"
I let out a small sigh of annoyance and removed myself from the hardwood floor, stretching my arms and legs to wake them from the tired spell I had placed on them from hours of sitting in an Indian position. Putting my book on the floor with my current page saved by a "Flower, Peace, and Love" bookmark, I examined the imprint embedded upon my rear from hours of sitting on an uncushioned surface; zigzags and diamond cutouts making a temporary home onto the fleece pajama set I had worn to keep myself warm on autumn nights. I didn't want to move but I had to. My aunt has a tendency to get physically violent when her commands aren't obeyed.
Quickly rushing down the stairs like a starved racehorse, I am confronted with my aunt Aikido standing behind her "snuff" table doing what she does best. I sigh and carefully make my way over to her. "You wanted me?" I can't help but show my irritation. She knows I have homework.
"You hungry?" She finishes her round and looks at me. I give her a perplexed look as she wiped white powdery residue from her nose, blood and other things I care not to know mixed in with it as it makes residence to the back of her hand. "Want to try some?"
"No thank you."
She shrugged and set her tool- a plastic bendable straw used to snort up the cocaine- down upon the metal plate. "I have cereal. It's a bit stale but you will eat it right?"
"Actually, I ate. I ate at the club and I brought you back some. It's in the fridge next to the carton of cottage cheese and Wasabi."
She didn't hesitate when I mentioned food. "This right here?" She asked moments later, holding up a folded napkin with the Ootori insignia embedded upon its borders. I nodded and she hurriedly closed the refrigerator door with a loud 'SLAM'. "I am glad you go to a rich school and have rich friends. Try and get pregnant by one of them. You'll be set for life. Just make sure you don't sign a prenuptial agreement though. Then, you'll be fucked."
"They are nothing more than friend's aunt Aikido." I sighed as she threw a piece of fresh lettuce in the trash, a fine slice of tomatoes and pieces of artichoke following next. "What's wrong with the food?" My curiousity got the better of me, so I had to ask. The main point of Turkey and garden sandwiches was to have the turkey AND the garden together.
"All that fancy shit wasn't needed." She bit into the turkey filled croissant and began to rummage around in the cupboards. She retrieved a small bottle of sake and downed at least half of it in a matter of seconds. "Just a plain turkey sandwich will do."
"But the sandwich is called "Turkey and Garden". You kind of need the garden."
"Garden my ass!" she took another huge chunk of the meat filled bread, chewing and smacking loudly as small particles flew in random miscellaneous places along her chin. "Don't fall for that rick people crap. They just add shit on to confuse people."
"It adds on flavor."
"It makes it worse." She guzzled down more sake, "Trust me. They fancy shindig parties are a way to confuse people."
"Have you even been to one?"
She gave me a malicious look that showed that she didn't appreciate the attitude I showed her- or the question laced in sarcasm and skepticism. I couldn't refrain myself. She speaks as if she has experienced a party of such character and stature. "Yes, a matter-of-fact I have. Back when I was twenty. My main man, Chun, was a wealthy son of a bitch and loved to take me to some rich people places. I have the orders and everything."
"Ordeurves?"
"Don't back-sass!" She snapped and threw the remainder of her sandwich in the trash bin, the empty sake bottle next. "Now, you done with your homework?"
"Yes, but I still need to…"
"I don't give a shit." She gave me a cold stare and brushed right passed me, grabbing the cordless phone from its charger. I tried hard to let my emotions show on my face but it was hard. "Now, my seven is going to be here so go upstairs or something."
"Your…seven?" I pretended to be curious so I could get some type of acknowledgement. The most I needed, if anything was attention. "What's….?"
"My seven o'clock dick Haruhi. I do have sex for a living you know."
It's hard not to notice. That is one of the main reasons- besides the unhygienic lump of material she calls a bed- I cannot sleep. Moans and loud music playing constantly wakes me up through out the night, often resulting in me not being able to fall asleep again until an hour or two later. Not only does it disrupt my sleeping pattern but interrupts me from learning the lesson the next day. I have been to detention twice this week because of my irregularity. "Oh."
"Yeah" she rolls her eyes and dials some number. I don't bother looking and take that as my cue to leave and go finish my book. "Haruhi, one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Lay out some fresh sheets and put out a new box of condoms would you dear? Kino is coming over before my seven and you know how he likes to get down to business."
Actually, I don't know, but fake I do and smile, going back upstairs to do as requested. I miss my home. I miss my dad. I miss my life.