~Mikado's Point of view~
I heard shouts. I heard screams. Feral growls and snarls. The noise of blades clanking. All noises that I fear and despise. With trembling steps, I crept forward through the purple misty fog. I must say, the people who did this are amazing. No person could pull something like this without a lot of money.
People were running and shouting, some groaning in pain. I heard people scream in fear and the scuffle of footsteps of a fight breaking out. I could hear the panicked footsteps of people that were scared. Gunshots echoed around the place, making it ten times scarier. What is happening? A serial killer?
Suddenly, somebody or something pounced on my back. Instead of throwing the person of, I didn't do it. This person was crying, sniffling and scared. Just like me. Both of us are scared, lost, confused and for once, I do not frown upon these feelings. For once, I am reassured that I am not the only one that feels like that. That I'm not weak or pathetic but it's just a normal thing for a human: to feel scared, insecure, lost, confused. It's normal for a human because humans need each other in the end. They will always need each other, no matter what. Support, encouragement, help. That's what friends are for, a family. If only I could have experienced all of those things. But right now, a little girl sniffling in my back, the sounds of gunshots and fights. The screams of kids being frightened, it's changed my views about a human, humans specifically.
For some reason, I'm not scared anymore, or frightened, or lost. I know what my aim is now, to get this little girl safe. Maybe, there is no real danger but it sure sounds like one. Maybe, these noises are all background noises that are pre-recorded. Maybe. Yet, my goal is to get this little girl to safety, no matter what. Or at least, get her out of here so she stops crying. I guess that's because she reminds so much of myself when I was younger.
She has brown hair like me, definitely expensive clothing and she seems like she can stand on her own two feet. Just like I can and could. I was like that when I was young yet, when I was sad or scared, when I was crying, there was nobody there. I had no shoulder to cry on. I actually feel glad that she found me, because she has found somebody to help her. Unlike me, she found help when I didn't. Maybe that's what I lack, the determination, the courage to admit to myself I am weak and not strong. A he that's my problem. I should stop being envious of my siblings. Maybe it was because I never went to them of my own accord, and asked them to play with me. Maybe, when I thought I was strong, I was just too much of a coward to know their answer, fearing they would say no like my parents did. Maybe, it's not the fault of my siblings but mine and my parents'. So many maybes and not a single true answer. Just, what if's hanging in the air.
Carrying the little girl on my back, I cautiously walked through the mist, reassuring the little girl that everything would be okay. She stopped crying but was still sniffling and I couldn't help but smile to myself. It was reassurance to me that I was not some ice cold person with no sympathy, compassion, empathy. It reassured me that I was a good person that did care for others somewhere in the heart.
People did come at me with those fake knives yet they look so real but I fought them off. Or, ran away and out ran them. Piece of cake really. I heard more noises that would send me into hyperventilation but I thought nothing of it. The only thing I was bothered about was getting this little girl out of here. However, suddenly, something blocked my way: a barrier of people and this time, the weapons were real. I could tell, that bright glint of the rare light, that evil mad glint in their eyes, these people were killers, murderers and hired, professional ones: assassins. Their stances too perfect, their eyes with that killer intent. People trained to kill stand before me. Yet, so do I.
Carefully, I let the girl down. She was very reluctant, clinging to my back but I reassured her, "don't worry little one. Everything will be okay". My voice was so quiet, so tender, like a mother speaking to her child. She nodded hesitantly whilst I led her to sit down next to a tree. Then, I faced the men, wearing costumes for the Halloween event. No wonder so many people were out. This person hired professional killers. No matter.
2 ran towards me, drawing back their weapons to strike. It didn't matter to me. It was relatively boring, waiting for them because I did what any normal person would do, duck and then kick their legs from underneath them, making them fall on their diereée with a thump. I kicked away the knives and smiled triumphantly. This shall be a piece of absolutely delicious cake. The fight didn't last more than a matter of 10 minutes and I was slightly out of breath. Only one man left yet, he's standing in the mist, hiding his face.
"Well well well. I completely underestimated you, Shibuya Heir."the male voice drawled, his silhouette pulling out a sword: a katana. "I should've brought more men."and then, I recognised that voice. I heard that voice yesterday, that yellowed eyes, blue haired boy: Gae Min Jun. He's trying to kill me? Now I didn't see that coming. Although, it does make sense why he suddenly approached me. He's one of the hottest 'bachelors' in the school. He never paid attention to me until now. Now I understand although, yesterday I completely forgot what his name symbolised. His surname however means Dog in Korean. Must've had a hard childhood because the sure made is easy to make fun of.
Suddenly, the cool feeling of the blade was at my neck and his neon yellow eyes met my gold ones. They had some sort of dangerous glint yet a hint of...sorrow? Regret? That's also not what I was expecting. No matter although, I have limited options. I can't duck or dodge or roll. I can kick him where the sun doesn't shine. Can I go backwards? Probably not. Well, here goes.
"Argh! That freaking hurts!"he yelled, immediately dropping his weapon to clutch his...crotch. Hehe. I a, especially good at kicking. "Well. Since the pleasentries are out of the way, why are you trying to kill me?"however, he could not answer because he was in serious pain. Too bad. "Come little girl. Let's go."I called out to her and she quickly ran towards me, taking my hand in her tiny one. "Wait!"he called out, panting in pain. "S-S-S Somebody is after you. I…j-just a-an E-E-employee". I looked like I ignored it but I didn't. So somebody really is trying to kill me, just like Nancy said. So,ebony wants my head on a silver platter, without their hands getting dirty. Somebody that is close yet distant. That could only mean as the famous saying goes: where there is smoke, there is fire. My family is the only explanation for this. Well, one family member although, maybe all of them. Most of them do hate me and if they don't, they purely dislike me and ignore my whole existence.
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Author's note
This chapter is insight again, an insight to what Mikado feels again. The message in this chapter is that it's okay to feel scared, intimidated, afraid. It's okay to ask for help, to cry. It doesn't make you any weaker but stronger because it proves that people care. That people will stand by you through thick and thin (good or bad). It's okay to feel insecure. That's not a bad thing. It just shows that you are human and that nobody can be perfect.
The other message is: nobody can be perfect, even really rich people or heirs to something. Like I said, showing these small bits that are not perfect just proves that we are human. That we aren't robots and that we all have feelings we wish were respected and known. Don't let perfectness influence your life too much. Don't let your own pride stand in your way. Sometimes, you must lower your pride and let others in your life or take the reins. Sometimes, it's good to do that so yup can rest and recuperate. It's okay to be strong but there is a difference between being strong and working yourself to your early death bed. People don't live to work, they work to live.
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