YUMEKO'S POV
Another first day here, my last day here, and I spent it like I did every other first day, watching him. Kanji Baram, the captain of the baseball team, and my favorite man in the world, one who I would remember every encounter in. I've known him for about twelve years now, but we've only had a handful of interactions, and I think about them every night. Father says to marry right, father says to listen, I know what father wants and what father likes, and I KNOW he likes Kanji. It just so happens that Kanji and his friend have been working for my father's business for about two years now, and he does a great job, he never makes a mistake or leaves a mess for others to clean up, and I admire that. I have no interest in doing anything dirty with him, I just want to get closer. I have no interest in marrying him, I just want to pretend. I have no interest in Kanji as my boyfriend, I just envy him.
I feel like I was blessed by some god that I have never prayed to and have always ridiculed because Kanji, the man of more than a few encounters, was in my homeroom this year, right next to me. He sat there, as if no one was paying attention to him. He was biting into an apple, the sound of him eating was a deaf noise to everyone else except for me. He was still the same as he ate, he never made a mistake or left a mess, it was incredible. If he just turned his head a few degrees to the left, we would have locked eyes, which would have sent me into full on fan girl mode, asking him how he does it, in front of the whole class. If my father heard about me doing that, he would have me pulled from school automatically, so I won't. I would be nothing without my Kanji, MY Kanji.
Behind me I could hear multiple low male voices whispering, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, but my name was alerted onto the radars of my ears, they were talking about me. I turned my head for the first time in ten minutes, my bones in my neck making a creaking sound as I very slowly turned my head, to shoot them with a glare. They noticed me and stopped talking whatever shit they were talking and gave me that pathetic gross and filthy lying smile, acting like I was creepy for looking at them when I could OBVIOUSLY hear them, stupid shits. I cracked my neck back around, you know to look at Kanji again. But as I was looking over towards him, he looked back. My body sank. I could feel my heart start to drown in my own boiling blood as my arteries and capillaries bursted out with the raging feeling of anxiety, but I liked the feeling. My face went red but was still shaped in the glare that I deathened with the guys behind me. Kanji looked confused and furrowed one of his eyebrows, his dark black eyebrows that were never trimmed in their life but still looked like if god wanted to make the most attractive eyebrow and succeeded. I loved it when he was confused, poor boy doesn't know how much I want him to myself, he doesn't know how powerful and lethal we would be together.
"What are you looking at?" He sharply asked. His voice sounded pure liquid gold, it was smooth but deep with a hint of raspiness. I froze, this was maybe the most interaction that I've ever had with this man, and I loved it.
"Sorry... I was turning my head and we happened to look at each other! Strange right? Heh..." I would struggle so hard just to make those few words come out clearly. I think he got confused because of how fast I spoke and he slightly tilted his head and scoffed before looking over at the window that was right next to him. The window was right next to part of a walkway where many students walked, but it was almost empty right now because of home room getting very close to starting. One person was on the walk way though, Reo Desselle. He was a short little guy that was extremely popular, filthy rich, from France, and head of the photography club, which I was also a part of. Since today was the first day of school, he was in a rush to get dozens of photos for the school website to show off how happy the new students are to be here. As he rushed past, probably heading to take pictures of different classrooms, I could see Kanji's face weirdly light up. He showed a smile, which he only shows around his close friends. Was Kanji friends with Reo? They're polar opposites I don't think they would be but just as I was thinking that, Kanji sprung up from his chair and poked his head out of the open window right next to him.
"Hey Reo! Where are you off too?" Kanji kind of shouted but it was deafening to everyone but Reo and I since the class was very loud. Reo would stop in his tracks and look back at Kanji with a big smile on his face.
"Just going to take pictures of the grade eleven's! Principal Hikaru wants me to get photos so the parents can see them and blah blah you know how the drill goes." Reo seemed a bit too excited to take pictures of the new students, either that or he was really excited to see Kanji.
"Ah I see, good luck! You should totally come over and take a picture of our class!" Kanji said loudly towards him, maintaining his smile as he offered Reo the suggestion.
"Will do! I'll be in there as soon as I finish some photos with class B-7. Also, dinner at your place tonight after practice right?" Reo exclaimed.
"Of course! I'll call you when I'm done with practice okay? Class is about to start so I'll see you later. I love you." Kanji said.
"Okay! Love you too!" Reo said before rushing off very quickly. Kanji would lean back into his chair again, tapping his fingers on his desk slowly. I was blind to what happened until a few seconds passed by. I. Love. You? Kanji loved Reo... Is Kanji gay!? I mean I had no interest in dating him but the thought of just someone else being moderately close to him makes me want to burn down an orphanage of traumatized kids. WHAT THE FUCK. I'll admit I had some dark thoughts then. I had thoughts of different ways to kill off Reo, but he's done nothing wrong to me, he's only done something wrong to Kanji and I's future, as business partners, yeah, that's it. As I contemplated how to get rid of my dear ol' pal Reo, Kanji turned over and saw me staring at him once more.
"What the hell, what's your problem?" He asked me sharply as he gave me a glare I never wanted to receive, I used to love his attention but it makes me feel weird now, that attention belongs to someone better, like Reo.
"Nothing... But I do have a question." I said as I sounded sad, which was the first time I heard myself sounding that way. He seemed to not care though, which was usual for him, he wasn't being a jerk.
"What." This was the most amount of conversation I've ever had with him, and I didn't know how to feel about it anymore.
"Is that Reo guy... your boyfriend?" I asked this slowly, much different from what I said to him earlier in my fast toned voice. He smiled at me, it felt warm but I knew it wasn't because he was smiling at me, he was smiling thinking about Reo.
"Oh yeah! I know it may be a shocker cause I've never dated a guy but I think I might be bisexual, I just really love him. We started dating last week, he's pretty cool right? Aren't you in the photography club with him? So you know him?" I just shut him out. I didn't notice that I started to cry but I could feel a few warm tears fall down my cheek. I looked down at the floor and nodded at what he said. I could see a tissue go into my blurry vision as he handed me a tissue with a big smile on his face. "Hey... Yumeko was it? It's okay. I know the air is super dry in here, my eyes were watery earlier too." He was so stupid, but I let out a tiny laugh. Maybe I could still be his friend, but it still hurt to see him with someone else. I swear I didn't have a crush on him, I've never had a crush on anyone and I never plan to, but maybe I did.
"Thank you..." I asked while struggling to form a proper sentence even that small because of tears gushing down my cheeks. I have never been one to cry but just something about Kanji being happy with someone else that was hitting a certain area in my heart and I don't even know how to explain or understand it. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and used the tissue to wipe my runny nose. I sniffled once more before looking up to talk to Kanji again, but his mind was obviously lost again, thinking about something. Even though he wasn't mine, he was still so interesting. I wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe doing business for my father, killing his worst enemies in the worst ways, or maybe he was thinking about... about... Reo. While I was trying to observe his mind, which lasted multiple minutes long, I could hear the class door slide open. The average heighted, grey haired, blue eyed, and tanned boy that went by the name of Reo Desselle stepped in. I could see Kanji in the corner of my eye bolt up and hug Reo. And there we go, my tears started falling again. In the middle of the hug, Reo saw my sobbing state and walked over, kneeling down next to my desk. I didn't know what to think of the situation, I mean he took the person I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life, it was all his fault.
"Hey Yumeko! Are you okay!?" Reo said to me at the side of my desk. He was an extremely nice person, which was why he was friends with everyone and such a great club leader, and I hated it.
"I'm fine just-" I looked over to see Kanji smiling at me, standing up with his hand on Reo's shoulder. "Just the dry air. I'm not used to it yet..." Reo gave me kind of a weird look to my response.
"Oh... well I guess the air is very dry, and your eyes must be very sensitive. I apologize for that and I hope your... eyes get better!" He sounded like he was judging me but he tried to be nice about it. I could see right through his bullshit. Him and Kanji walked away as Reo held his camera a few inches from his chest, obviously getting ready to take photos of the class. He smiled up at Kanji and it made me sick. I reached over and grabbed onto my little box of strawberry milk, trying to calm myself down with the sweet beverage. I looked up while raising the drink to my lips and I saw Reo holding the camera in a selfie position, next to him... was Kanji kissing Reo on the cheek. This crossed my border. I was so angry at this that I squeezed onto the strawberry milk and the box exploded, with strawberry milk shooting out of the box and landing all over me, my desk, and the floor around me. Pretty much the entire class turned over and looked at me, which did make me really anxious. I couldn't just sit there covered in strawberry milk so I had to go to the locker room and change into my gym clothes, maybe call my dad so he can take me home to change and then come back. But I didn't care about that at the moment, I only cared about getting out of that classroom. I stood up slowly and looked over at my teacher.
"Uh miss, I'm going to go wash up, please excuse me." And before she could even say anything or deny me permission I ran out of that classroom, the same classroom that offered me embarrassment, hatred, and jealousy. I rushed down the empty hallway and towards the changing room right next to the gymnasium. As soon as I reached the door to the women's changing room, I could hear some feet moving behind the door. I assumed that it was some girls that were using the bathroom section while gym class was underway but I kind of stood stunned as I remembered, it is homeroom period, no one currently has gym class. I shook it off, assuming a different reasoning, maybe another girl had an incident like mine and was washing off.
I slowly creaked open the door, and saw no one so I shrugged it off and started walking my way to the sinks. But as I was making my way to the ancient looking sinks that looked like they would fall apart and stop working any day, I saw a figure near the locker section. In the corner of my eye, I recognized the figure. It was a man in the girl's changing room. But it wasn't just any guy, it was Ryusei Yamamoto, the captain of the school's basketball team. I looked over at him to see why he was in here in the first place. And what I saw was absolutely disgusting. He had a locker open and was holding up a grey sports bra. He bit his lip as he looked down at the bra, obviously looking at it for sexual reasons as whatever dirty thoughts he created rushed through his perverted mind. He was notorious for being the school pervert, taking pictures up girls skirts, grabbing girl's butts, and sleeping around with anyone and anything that he could convince. I passed by, shooting a glare his way but he was lost in whatever disgusting thoughts he was storming up. He didn't see me and I didn't think he heard me but I just walked over to the sinks. There was no way in hell that I was going to change in here with that pervert lurking around so I was just going to wash off my hair and my face and then I would be back in here later to change before homeroom ended.
As I leaned down at the sink and turned on the water, I could hear the faint footsteps of Ryusei in the background, it sounded rather quiet so I assumed he heard me and rushed out, embarrassed, good. I washed my face off, clearing off the strawberry milk with the cold water. I rubbed my eyes, trying not to get any water in them as I looked up, with my eyes still closed and I grasped onto a paper towel, wiping off my face. But as the water cleared away I could see Ryusei behind me, what the fuck was he doing. I wasn't bent over the sink but I was leaning, and I could see him with his phone aimed at the exposed part of the bottom of my skirt, taking a picture of me. He looked at me through the mirror and gave a devilish smirk, as if he expected me to be like 'Aw Ryusei if you wanted to see my panties you could have asked me, I love you!!!' Yeah, fuck no. I turned around, no conversation because no conversation was needed with this fucking pervert. I raised up my heel and kicked him straight in the dick. He didn't fall back because my legs were rather scrawny but he did flinch and hold onto his crotch, whining in pain.
"OW WHAT THE HELL BITCH." He exclaimed with anger in his eyes, but those were the same eyes that were now swelling with tears, so I showed no sympathy. I then raised up my hand and slapped him across the face hard enough to give myself time to push him onto the cold tile floor. He hit the ground with a loud thud and I walked over next to him. He looked terrified of me and I loved it. I put my shoe up to his cheek, the same shoe I used to ensure that he has no children ever, children that grow up to be like him or even resemble his perverted face. I pushed the shoe against his face, twisting his neck a little bit. I didn't want him to apologize, I didn't feel like killing him myself, I just loved the look of him being helpless and being shocked. After a few seconds of him crying with my shoe against his face, I lifted my foot and started walking away.
"Tell anyone about this and you won't be at school tomorrow, got it?" I barked at him before he nodded quickly, shaking a bit. I walked out of the changing room, a smile on my face. I lied to him, even if he didn't tell anyone, he still wouldn't be showing up to school tomorrow. I can't wait to see what the newspapers say once they find his body with cement dried around his feet as he was forced to drown in the lake. What would the headline be? 'Ryusei Yamamoto, captain of the basketball team, found dead at the bottom of Lake Biwa.' or 'Teen found after missing for weeks, found dead in Lake Biwa, caused by a probable murder.' I was so excited just thinking about it, I can't wait for his ass to be gone, finally.
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