A/N: SHIT! I'm so sorry for not updating last week! With summer classes over and school starting this upcoming Monday, things have been kind of hectic for me. Please forgive me! :'(
A big thank you to Attackoneverything, inlovewithshizaya, NaruShika-Forever, and KawaiiiPotato for the reviews! I'm sure you know by know what I'm going to say next but I'll say it anyways: You are all amazing! Lots more followers and favorites gained again.
Attackoneverything: Oh, wait until you see what we have instore for Rin.
inlovewithshizaya: I don't know. Can you hit someone with glasses? :P Haha, Bon does not know Rin has amnesia… yet! Hopefully this chapter helps you with the timeline. Also, don't forget this is Bon. Do you really think he is going to stop hitting Rin?
NaruShika-Forever: Doesn't he? :D This is why I love Bon. He knows exactly what to do. ;)
KawaiiiPotato: It is wonderful to hear from you again! My coauthor, Evilneko101, is amazing! She came up with all of last chapter herself. Cliffhangers are everyone's best friend. Muahahaha! As for your other questions, I'm sure they will be answered in this chapter.
The majority of this chapter was written by Evilneko101. I wrote the beginning and edited the rest.
Before we start chapter 8, here is Evilneko101 with a short message:
In the previous episode- er, chapter...
"Okumura!" He yelled, attracting attention from other bystanders.
"Eh?" Was all I was able to so eloquently say.
He bolted towards me and all I could dumbly think of was how cool his piercings were before his fist became well acquainted with my face.
And now...
Before I could even think to react, I was sent plummeting to the ground and slammed against it, my shoulder taking the brunt of the damage.
"OW! What the hell is wrong with you, dude?!" I could taste copper in my mouth and on my lips.
Who is this guy? Who does he even think he is?! Did he seriously want to get into a fight with me right now, of all times? Why did he punch me?!
"What do you mean, what the hell is wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you?! You really are an ass, you know that?!" He yanked me up by the collar of my shirt, spit flying in my face as he yelled.
I tried to pull away but he obviously wasn't intending on letting go anytime soon.
"What the hell are you talking about?! Dammit, let go of me!" I yelled back.
This guy was seriously pissing me off! If he didn't let go of me this instant, I swear on everything good and holy I'm gonna-
"Why'd you gotta run off like a coward and make everyone worry?! Is it your personal goal to give your brother a goddamn heart-attack or something?! Because you're makin' some damn good progress! What were you thinking, you moron?!" The angered teen shook me, making me choke slightly while being flung around.
That's it! Without thinking, I instantly drew my fist back.
I had a grip on the old monk's robe and I whirled around to face the two-tone haired teen. "And Suguro..." My fist curled tightly into a ball as I drew it back, yelling. "You jerk!" A burst of cursed blue flames danced upon the top of my hand as I hurled my fist into his cheek.
The brat was sent flying backwards, a light burn on his quickly swelling cheek.
"B... Bon!"
"Was... That a flash just now?"
The teen stood as he rubbed his bruised cheek and spat up blood. "Why you..."
"Why you..." The stubble face brushed his cheek as he got to his feet, "For the second time this goddamn week too-!"
I froze, staring at the hat wearing teen in front of me who, I realized with a jolt, looked livid. He sprang up and grabbed me by the wrist this time.
"Seriously?! Cut the shit already, Okumura! Come on, we're going back to your brother."
He knows Yukio? "No!" I refused, yanking my wrist out of his hand. "I don't even know you!"
I began to stalk off in the opposite direction, having both a new memory to process and boiling anger to manage, but this asshole was persistent. Great. He grabbed my shoulder to forcibly turned me to face him.
"What the hell? Seriously, drop the act already, it isn't funny anymore!"
"Why does everyone think I'm screwing around?!" I barked. "This isn't a goddamn joke!"
That had something of an effect on him. He froze in place, my words finally registering through that very thick skull of his. Slowly, he turned to look at me with wide eyes.
"You aren't?"
"Of course not, idiot. Why else would I say it wasn't a joke!?"
"Then-Then why are you here? Weren't you the one telling me yesterday to show you the way to Kyoto Tower so you can climb it?! Didn't you say you were embarrassed cause you never climbed it before?!" He sputtered.
A crowd had formed around us and people began to whisper. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Even in Kyoto, I couldn't escape the whispers, could I?
"Look, if it's that important to you, take me back to my goddamn brother." I sighed, fed up with all of this goddamn bullshit.
He dumbly nodded, pulling out his phone and calling someone, saying something along the lines of "found him", probably me. Pushing through the crowd of whispering tourists that had gathered around us, he followed behind me as I walked down the stairs down to the entrance and out the door, stopping.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked.
"Because I need you to lead the way. I don't know where I'm going." I placidly stated.
"Oh. Right. Yeah... Yeah, okay." He distractedly muttered.
I quirked a brow at his behavior (I mean, he'd been yelling not even five minutes ago) but brushed it off, figuring I'd ask him about it later along with how the hell I knew him. The silence was damn near suffocating, both of us having something to say but neither of us willing to talk first as we walked side-by-side, my hands shoved in my pockets and his arms loosely crossed.
"Oh, screw this." He muttered, and I turned to look at him. He sighed, clicking his tongue before looking at me from the sides of his eyes "So... you don't remember... anything?"
I sighed, shaking my head, "To me, it's still late March and my old man's still alive."
"Your dad's dead?"
"Apparently."
"Well... that explains one thing." He muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing special. But... you don't remember me?"
"Nope."
"Or Kamiki?"
"Is she that chick with the polkabrows?"
"Shima?"
"Is he the one I ran into this morning?"
"Konekomaru?"
"Depends. Is he a cat?"
"What-no!"
"Well, I'm out of ideas. Sorry." I shrugged indifferently. "Let me guess; you all hate me too."
He suddenly faltered in step and stopped. I turned around to face him and quirked a brow.
"What?" He asked, looking almost... stunned? Why?
"I said, you all hate me too-"
"No! No! I got that! Just... what do you mean by that?"
"Mean by what?"
"Why would you think we hated you?"
"Beeecause everyone does?" I asked, giving him the "duh" look. "It's not like I know why. Wait, let me guess, you're my friend, aren't you?" I sarcastically spat, remembering all the times that I'd had a "friend" and they've only been there as a dare, or because they "pitied" me, or they were scared of me and they thought they'd be immune or something if they were my friend.
I don't need anyone's pity.
I don't need people who were there for their own self-indulgence.
I don't need friendship.
"Yes, we are."
Haha, so funny. Like I was going to buy that anytime soon. I don't have friends. I mean, it wasn't like I haven't tried my best to make friends before, but regardless, no one stuck around, usually warded off by my freakishnesss. Or... or they ended up liking Yukio better. What could I say? I'm a screw-up, and my brother's everything I'm not. It's no mystery why they'd like him more. Compared to him, I'm a total loser. I guess that's why I don't even bother trying anymore. There's no point. Like I said, they just leave. So, what on earth made this guy think I'd be his friend?
"Save it. Come on, rooster boy, let's go." I rolled my eyes, continuing forward and shoving my thumbs in my pockets.
"No! Wait! What do you mean by that?!"
"Come. On. We don't have all day." I stressed, getting impatient.
Now that I think about it, I've never been a very patient child... er, teenager, I guess...
"Not until you tell me what you meant by that." He said stubbornly.
... Maybe that's why everyone likes Yukio more. That was probably it.
"Okay. Well, have fun standing here. I'll find my way back myself." I widened my eyes dramatically and spreading my arms in a "come at me" motion and flopping my hands back down to my sides.
And I kept on walking, leaving him behind. I heard him scoff, and he walked behind me.
"Go left." He ordered, refusing to walk next to me.
Prissy cabbage patch kid.
"K." I replied.
...
"Go to the right."
Pretentious douchebag.
"Okie dokie."
...
"Just walk in a straight line and we'll be back."
"Finally."
We walked in relative silence for the second time that day.
"Are you... ever going to tell me what you meant by that?"
"Nope." I replied, popping the P.
"I just... I don't get it. You're acting all stoic and dickish. It isn't like you."
"This is how I always act."
"No! It's not! The you that I know is always screaming and acts all brassy and... and excited! And happy! And the you that I know is always annoying me for the hell of it and is sociable and... I just don't understand what's going on!" He burst out, sounding very frustrated.
"Well, I'm obviously not the Rin you apparently know, rooster boy." I said, furrowing my brows.
Why the hell would I act like that? Around this delinquent, of all people? Rooster boy just sighed.
"Well, just so you know, my name isn't rooster boy. It's Ryuji Suguro."
"I'd tell you my name but you already know it." I shrugged indifferently.
Suguro just scoffed and looked away. "Well, we're here." He muttered, stalking off somewhere.
What a weirdo. I walked through the doors, people I didn't know greeting me left and right, and I quickly found Yukio working a hole in the wooden floor with all of his agitated pacing.
"Yo." I called out.
His head shot up, his eyes met mine, and in an instant he was standing in front of me with his hands on my shoulders, calling me an idiot. 'Nothing new there, little bro.'
"Why would you run off like that!? Oh, Rin, what if you'd gotten hurt or something?! And another thing-" He rambled, shaking me occasionally and making me dizzy while some weird kids on-looked in slight surprise, slight relief, and something else. I eyed them back as they stared and quirked a brow. They all seemed a bit awkward, like they weren't quite sure what to do. That is, until...
"Rin, I'm glad you're okay!" Some blonde chick with large breasts (God, do all of these girls have huge boobs?) suddenly wailed and she tackled me in a hug.
What... the hell?
It was like a flip had switched. Wait, no, that's wrong. It was like a switch had flipped. The other weirdos suddenly jolted into action as well.
A girl with weird eyebrows that I instantly named Polkabrows was like "You're such an idiot! Why would you go off like that? Are you trying to die?"
A short teen with glasses chimed in with "I'm happy to see you aren't injured."
"Man, are you trying to kill your brother? You're gonna make him have a stroke!" The pinked haired teen laughed. I think I'll call him Pinky.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. Who... are these people?
"Yukio, who're they?" I bluntly asked.
And suddenly, everything fell silent.
Annnnnnd that's a wrap. Yes! Tragic tidbit = Unlocked! I hope you enjoyed; if we can do it, we'll try to make a double update. Hang in there!
