I have been on a long hiatus recently and have decided to continue on this story for my old followers. It has been to long and having no PC to work with that time is a huge factor. So for those who might still be interested, please enjoy.
Sekai was fuming. She didn't know what to do at this point. She couldn't stop thinking about the sight she saw on the train station. It was the only thing in her head.
"Why? Why? WHY? What more does he want? Why won't he consider me? I have always been faithful to him from the start, even letting go of my own feelings for his own happiness.". Sekai was crying.
She sat down on the floor of the kitchen thinking about what else she did wrong.
"If he won't think about me, then I don't think it would matter if I'm gone. There's nothing left for me to hold on to. He doesn't want you but I want him to take care of you." Sekai was rubbing her belly with a dead look in her eyes. She spots the knife she used to prepare dinner with and inched closer to it.
Makoto was speechless. He didn't know what to say. It was as if he didn't know words and couldn't express his thoughts.
"What do you mean? You did it with Sawanaga? How could you?". Makoto was getting furious.
"It wasn't my fault, Makoto-kun, all I did was wait for you in the classroom like you said. You were the one who didn't come for me. I did everything that you wanted and then when all I wanted to do was to dance together, you didn't come for I do something wrong that time Makoto-kun?". Katsura had tears falling down her cheek. Makoto was taken back with what he saw.
"It was you fault then! You let him have your way with you, then you didn't tell me about it? And I thought I was gonna be your first but you just had to be a slut about it!".
Makoto quickly stood up and started putting on his clothes. Katsura sat up on the bed, holding the blanket over her exposed body.
"Why are you like this Makoto-kun? Don't you love me?". Katsura sounded sorrowful.
"I only wanted to be your girlfriend and have sex with you! I never thought about anything else but getting to that slutty body of yours! And now that you're pregnant, I don't want it anymore! You lied to me!".
Makoto was being played on by his feelings. He didn't know who to choose anymore. Yet he knows that he doesn't need to. He can have ANYONE he wanted. He was feeling too full of himself. He didn't care anymore about Katsura. He threw the money he had with him towards the bed.
"Here, pay for yourself! I'm not gonna take care of that abomination that you made with Sawanaga! You ask him to do whatever the hell you want! I'm out of here!".
Makoto stormed out of the room and was already heading down the stairs. He saw through the glass of the lobby that it was already sunrise. He saw a familiar face at the reception area.
"So how'd it go then? Aw, you kids sure have it good these days. You always-"
"She's gonna be the one paying. Don't talk to me."
"Well, someone must have had a bad night. Poor girl.". Rose looked up towards the ceiling, thinking about the girl she saw coming up with this young man who looks like his heart is in disarray.
Walking alone, Makoto had time before he got home. He went to a convenience store and bought himself a melonpan and an orange juice.
"I haven't had anything to eat yet since last night.", he thought. "I should just cook something when I get home. I'm sure Sekai won't be there anymore."
He remembered what Sekai said as well. He knows that he is the father of the baby, he just didn't want to acknowledge it. He knew that if he did, he'll be throwing away his whole life to live with just one woman and he didn't want that. Having a baby is difficult enough in this time, but in high school? He could not get over the thought.
His house was already in view. He could see the gate leading up to the door which he saw was ajar.
"I didn't leave this open didn't I?", Makoto thought to himself.
He cautiously went inside the house, worrying that there might be an intruder inside. An umbrella was right by the shoe rack and he took one for his protection. As he was walking inside, he didn't notice a pair of women's shoes near the door as he was going in. He crept up towards the kitchen and as he turned his head, his face went pale.
On the floor he saw a disturbing sight. A woman he knew as Sekai was laid down, a bloody knife next to her, with blood stains near her abdomen. It looked like she struggled with stabbing herself as he saw multiple tears on her uniform. Her face turned into that of a doll, lifeless with signs of tears on the sides. She seems to have been there for a while, with the stench of death in the air, mixing in with the rotten smell of yesterday's dinner.
Makoto knelt down on the floor, staring at Sekai's eyes. He held up her head to lay on his lap and started crying. He was at a standstill, staring at the body in front of him.
Kotonoha was done crying. She stayed there at the love hotel where Makoto left her. She felt sadness that the one person she loved would leave her.
"Did I do anything wrong? Have I not been a good girl? I am aren't I?, Kotonoha kept asking herself.
"I need you Makoto-kun. You are mine and mine alone. You won't need to look for another woman because I am the only one you'll need. I am the ONLY one for you."
She started putting on her clothes and went down the elevator. She was greeted by Rose, the receptionist, who she still remembers the night before.
"Hey, you okay girl? I saw your boyfriend leaving earlier. Did he hurt you?", she said.
"I'm fine. Here's the payment for last night. Don't worry about me, I just need to look for him. He'll come back to me. I know it."
Rose turned her back and was preparing the receipt for their stay when Kotonoha quietly took a knife she hid in her jacket and stabbed her..
"AKKK!" Rose shrieked. She fell on the floor and was in excruciating pain.
"Don't even think about going for him. HE'S MINE!", Kotonoha shouted as she took a few more stabs at Rose.
Leaving a pool of blood behind, bloody knife in hand, Kotonoha smiled. She smiled as if she hadn't smiled like it before. She was happy. She was ready to take back what was hers.