@tru: Yossy's other victims' identities will be revealed eventually. I'm pretty sure I won't make Rika a victim. They are too close and it just doesn't seem right.
@JFC: Alcohol is fun, until someone gets hurt. Ah, I never really thought of that. Smart!!
They will be fixed....I think.
@wings4dreams: Yeah, it was more challenging to write from the victim's POV.
@peti-chan: Koharu is scared but she's a strong kid. Unfortunately, some of the others are less lucky...
@redux: No worries, I don't think you're morbid. Unless I'm a freak for writing this in the first place. I'm actually looking forward to writing the mending process. It's going to be hard, which is good practice! You're welcome and thanks to you for your support!
@zay05ohayou: Hehehe, maternity. That was funny! The others didn't really stay quiet exactly. Actually, I don't know yet.
@Nee-chan: Don't be too mad!! Cuz it's not totally Yossy's fault. It was creepy-ish but not really. To me, it was just getting into a character's head. Oh heeeeeell naw, you did not just go there!!! LOL but yeah, I am still that youngish. Koharu really relies on Miki now. She's her hero, the one who saves her from bad things. Personally, I don't know if I'd ever be able to forgive someone who did that to me. But perhaps Koharu will when she is able to see how sorry Yossy really is. It's ok, really. You have a life. (I think...
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Enjoy the next update!!
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Hero: Part 3
Why did I do this? I’ve ruined yet another life.
I shouldn’t have drank that much. I know what it does to me, but I let those stupid Melons convince me I could do it. It didn’t help that everyone else was encouraging them. “Tomorrow’s back to work so enjoy it now!!”, was Nakazawa’s tipsy statement, I believe. But it’s not their fault, you know? I’m pretty sure they don’t know about my condition and Nakazawa selectively forgets things when she’s drunk. So after who knows how many rounds of “Who can drink the most tequila shots?”, I stumbled my way back to my room. I’m lucky that Miki acted like a real adult and went to bed instead of drinking like an idiot. I kept telling myself, “Just ride the elevator all the way to the top and your room is up there.” But somehow, my feet carried my wasted body onto the 15th floor, where the rest of the girls’ rooms were.
Oh, shit. That feeling was coming back.
“Shake it off, Yoshizawa”, I snapped, trying to ward off the premonition of my disorder. But my thoughts fell deaf, as my body moved down the hallway. I stopped in front of one door, steadying myself on the frame before knocking loudly. The door slowly opened and there stood a sleepy Koharu. “Um, Yoshizawa-senpai?”, she asked in an adorable voice. “Hey Koha!”, I bellowed before slowly pushing past her. When I was successfully inside, I slumped onto her bed. “Get your ass out of here before you touch her!”, my mind screamed but the alcohol clouded my judgment, as well as increasing the power of my sickness. “Are you ok?”, she whispered, looking at me fearfully. It was as if she knew what was going to happen to her. I would give anything to have stopped it. “I think I need to call Fujimoto-senpai”, she mumbled, moving towards the phone. I couldn’t let Miki see me like this. I didn’t want her to scold me and see my bad side. I yelled and grabbed her wrist just as she was about to pick up the phone. I shouldn’t have done that. As soon as I felt her skin on my palm, it was over. I could feel the change in my body and my grip on her wrist tightened until she cried for me to stop. Soon, I was stroking her arm and holding her in my lap. Her body stiffened with every touch. When she tried to speak, I covered up her mouth and my other hand slipped up her shirt. Her budding breasts were soft and tender. She gasped and cried when I squeezed and prodded them. “You’re still developing, aren’t you?”, I sighed, “But they’re so beautiful already.” I caught a glimpse of her face and saw that she was crying and looking very scared. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable in my room”, I told her. I picked her up into my arms and we headed to the suite.
But I hit a problem when we were standing outside. I was still drunk so my hand-eye coordination was pretty non-existent. I couldn’t get the damn card into the slot. I decided to hand it to Koharu who fearfully unlocked the door and I gave it a good shove. It hit the wall and startled the already scared girl in my arms. I soothed her nerves and carefully laid her on the couch before straddling her hips and pinning her arms down. She stared at me as I peeled her thin tank top from her body and felt all of the skin normally hidden under it. I kissed her hard, groaning into her mouth. My hands moved down to rest on her hips and fiddled with the waistband of her shorts. Thumbs slipping under the elastic, I slowly lowered them until a pool of green terry cloth lay on the end of the couch. “Yoshizawa-senpai…”, her tiny voice croaked, “Please stop” Suddenly, I felt someone’s eyes on my back. “Yocchan, get off of her!!!”, Miki-chan screamed, reaching for my hands which were keeping the other girl in place. I whacked them away and turned back to Koharu. My only warning was Miki’s hands gripping my wrist before I was thrown onto the floor. I jumped up to face Miki, growling with anger. Who does she think she is?! I mean, we’re close but no one has the right to toss me onto the floor like a damn doll. Unless it’s foreplay but this was definitely not the case. “What the hell are you doing?!”, I sneered. “Keeping you from making a big mistake”, she replied after a short pause. I swung at her head with my fist because I just couldn’t take her saying that. Somewhere in my head, far from the tobacco-like invasion, I knew she was right. But I was in no position to properly comprehend anything rational. She dodged it and planted a good one right on my left eye. I stumbled backwards and was upright until Miki’s foot rammed into my rib cage. I clutched my torso as my body made a beeline for the floor. The last thing I saw was the tan carpet.
“Uhhh”, were the first sounds from parched lips. My head was pounding and it hurt to move. The bed on which I was lying felt strangely familiar as I struggled to open my eyes. I managed my right side but shut it immediately to block out the evil sunlight. My left eye, though, wouldn’t open and it was sore as hell. Then all the memories from the previous night came flooding back. All the drinking, the bad things I did, the fighting and yelling that had gone on. “Nice to see you up”, Kaori’s voice resonated in my ears. I cracked my right eye open to see her smiling at me. I tried to speak but I coughed instead, which made it known to me that my stomach was also sensitive. Pain rushed from my gut all over my body and I groaned loudly. “You have a few broken ribs and a fairly nasty black eye”, she informed me, pouring some water from a pink pitcher on the tray and handing the plastic cup to me, “Miki can certainly take care of herself.” I grabbed it and greedily poured the liquid into my dry mouth. The cold substance ran down my sore throat, soothing and moisturizing it. I set the cup back down and Kaori refilled it, knowing I was dehydrated. We repeated the process a total of 4 times, before I covered the open top with my hand. “How is…she?”, I asked quietly. I couldn’t bring myself to further stain her name by saying it. “Well, she was sleeping when I saw her yesterday”, my doctor replied, “And she and Miki should be on their way.” I started to feel a bit anxious, wanting to see them but at the same time, I wanted them to stay as far away from me as possible.
Kaori’s pager buzzed, signaling that they had arrived. She gave me a quick smile and scurried back to her office, closing the door as she exited. I was left alone once again, alone with my thoughts. Those awful thoughts of what I did to her. And to the others before her. There aren’t too many, only 4 others but I know they’ve all suffered too. I was caught off guard when the door opened and Miki appeared. I could tell that she was disturbed my injured appearance. “Hey”, she called to me. I replied, smiling as normally as I could. She asked me how I was and I told her in a joking way that thanks to her, I had broken ribs and a black eye. The tension was crazy because she looked a little uncomfortable, even though it was perfectly clear that I was kidding around. I could tell she felt bad and she really shouldn’t. Miki only did what was necessary to save Koharu. “I forgive you”, I spoke up, “It’s all my fault and I deserve it all.” She seemed a bit relieved and even more perplexed that I knew what she was thinking. It was written all over her face. I asked about Koharu and was told that she was afraid to go into the hotel living room and that she wouldn’t leave her hero’s side. “Shit”, I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I ruined two relationships in one stupid, drunken night. Miki tried to make me feel better and let me tell you, it worked. “You shoulda seen the look I gave everyone this morning when I came down with Koharu”, she giggled, “I swear I could see into their minds” I laughed as she described her latest adventure with her death glare. “I’m sorry to interrupt but Koharu wants you, Miki”, Kaori said as she pushed open the door and poked her head in. Miki smiled at me and got up.
My mind seemed to ease a bit after talking to Miki. She always knows what to say and how to say it. No bullshit and no sweet talk. Just straightforward facts. I felt that she forgave me for what had happened. But the one girl who I needed to be forgiven by was broken. Poor little, innocent Koharu was probably scarred. She’s the youngest and I was supposed to take care of her. I promised Tsunku and her parents and the rest of the members. A good leader isn’t supposed to touch their kouhai that way. I have failed everyone: my group, my boss, myself. I lay down and stared at the spotted ceiling. I tried to count the pock-marks in the panels but I kept getting lost. “Arrh”, I grumbled, slowly propping myself back up. I winced at the stabbing pang in my abdomen, my ribs shifting painfully. I heard a noise outside of the door that sounded like deep breathing and whispers. But nothing could have prepared me for who came through it.
It was Koharu. Miki was leading her in, attempting to look sure of herself.
“Yocchan, Koharu-chan wants to speak to you”, she announced, giving the young teen a little nudge towards me. Her pale face looked at me in fear as she tried to retreat. But our sub-leader wouldn’t allow it. So Koharu cautiously walked closer to the bed, her skinny frame shaking slightly. “I forgive you for last night, senpai”, she whispered, her tears dripping down steadily. I was astonished by the words that left her 13-year-old mouth. She was forgiving me?! Perhaps she was more mature than I gave her credit for. “Thank you, Koharu-chan”, I beamed as long-overdue drops slipped from my eyes, “I’m so sorry this happened” I lifted my hands up and went to grab hers, to show her that everything would be ok. But as soon as I began to move towards her, that look of apprehension flashed in her pupils. She shuffled backwards, away from me. I dropped my arms down, trying to play off this awkward and agonizing moment.
It is going to be very hard to regain her trust. But I am willing to do anything and everything in my power to get this little girl to believe in me again.
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