Last Supper

I had given myself over to fate. It seemed that I would only attract the crazies in my life. It was best to let fate guide my life from then onwards. I had to change out of my assignation clothing and let them wash for the evening. Fortunately, I was able to finish cleaning my room thanks to the cleaning materials given by Misako. I wanted to thank her, for also making the anti-hangover soup and making notes for me. I thought to perhaps purchase a gift for her, but I did not know exactly what to buy. I stepped into the kitchen to find that only, Mister and Missus Takahashi, Yuta and Misako were sitting by the dinner table. I figured the rest of the house mates were either out for the evening or reluctant to see the demon-child Yuta.

“Sorry, I was caught up with the last of my cleaning.” I apologized as I sat beside Yuta.

I looked at Misako who was opposite me, she seemed nervous. I wanted to break the tension as Missus Takahashi prepared the dinner table with mounds of food.

“Thanks for the detergents and stuff, they worked like a breeze.” I said to Misako.

She jittered at my response. I was curious as to why she was constantly nervous whenever I was around.

“N-no problem.” She trailed off.

I wondered why her change in attitude so suddenly. I wondered if I did do something to her on accident. I could feel a prodding in my right side, as I looked, I could see the devil-child Yuta jamming his toy-gun in my sides. A shockwave of shivers ran up my spine. I silently pleaded to the boy not to pull the trigger. And the little devil smiled at me, SMILED! He was missing his front tooth; I hoped that his adult tooth would never come in.

“Yuta, no toys at the table.” Mister Takahashi said sternly.

“Humph.” Yuta huffed, placing his toy gun on the floor beside him.

He turned his head back to me like a demon, and mouthed the words: “You’re lucky, creature. For now.”

‘God please, save me.’ I prayed internally.

Missus Takahashi had finished placing all the food on the table before us, my nostrils were hit with a gracious number of pleasant smells and aromas. I was deeply famished, as I’d worked myself into exhaustion. We ate in silence, and as the night continued, I devoured more and more Tonkatsu. I felt bad that Hiroshi was not there to experience the food with us, but then again I knew he would ruin my dinner in some way or another. A we ate, I saw Misako steal some looks at my direction. I was growing worried I’d done something to her that made her scared of me.

“When is that Hiroshi coming back, David?” Missus Takahashi asked me.

“He said Monday, but I hope he never comes back.” I replied.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.’ The sound of the front door banging sent shockwaves through my system.

“Helloooooo.” A voice sang from outside.

I’d spoken too soon, as the door to the entrance of the house swung open.

“Your saviour has arrived.” Hiroshi spoke.

“What are you doing here? You said you’ll be back on Monday.” I said interjecting him.

Hiroshi scratched his forehead. Like he’d never said anything like that to me.

“I don’t think I said that.” He said to me.

“You did.” I replied.

“Whatever, I’m here now.”

Hiroshi saw the young Yuta sitting next to me, seeing the toy-gun placed on the ground. Hiroshi approached the young boy, picking up the weapon of mass destruction. Hiroshi whistled as he inspected it. My brain told me that I was about to suffer one-hundred times more in due time.

“Nice firepower, kid.” Hiroshi said.

“Thanks, it’s a prototype I designed.”

‘You did not design the gun, kid.’ I refrained from speaking aloud.

“Wanna hunt some monsters?” Hiroshi asked Yuta.

Yuta had stars within his eyes, like he was waiting for something to ask him that question.

“DO I? Of course!” Yuta yelled, shooting up from his chair.

Yuta followed Hiroshi to the front of the house, and they pretended to be on the prowl for monsters. I was glad that I was not their target. I decided to help Missus Takahashi clean the dishes, it was the least I could do to show my appreciation for the delicious meal.

“Kid, go talk to Misako.” She said as I cleaned some plates.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it.” She commanded.

She then yanked the cloth from my hand, shooing me to go talk to Misako as she sat by the back porch of the house. I could see her deep in thought, I wondered if it was the right moment to speak with her. I noticed in that moment, her pale skin shine under the moonlight, she looked almost porcelain. I sat on the porch next to her wheelchair, she did not greet as I caught her attention.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

“It’s going to be summer, soon.” She said, rejecting my question.

“Wanna go to the beach?” I asked her. She recoiled at my question.

“W-why?” She asked with a stutter.

“I wanna see the beach, I hear they are amazing in Japan.”

I could see Misako relax from my answer. I did want to visit the beach, I wanted to experience as much as I could in Japan in the coming year. The beach was also inexpensive, allowing me to not spend a bag and a half to enjoy the activity.

“Oh, I see. I would like to go. I haven’t been there in years.” Misako stated.

“Why?” I asked her.

“Are you blind? I’m in a wheelchair.”

I was confused at her answer, that seemed like a cheap reply to me. Back home, everyone went to the beach no matter their ability or capacity.

“That wouldn’t stop me from going. Because you’re in a wheelchair does not mean you don’t get to enjoy some things in life.” I stated.

“But it hinders other people, I’d have to rely on them to look after me.” Misako said.

I could see she grew sad at her answer. I understood her in that instant. I knew she did not have friends. I knew the type of person she was from that single statement.

“What’s so wrong with that?” I began, “Bother others, if its for your enjoyment, you should ask for help.”

She puffed her cheeks at my question, I was afraid my prodding would be a bit too much for her.

“I don’t want to be a bother to others.” She said with a sullen voice.

I could see Misako tilt her head downwards, she was sad. She was like me, not liking to bother others, rather keeping to oneself and become a sort of ghost in life. That was my original goal in Japan, anyway. But I knew that would no longer be possible.

“I would never think you’re a bother. We all need help once in a while.” I said to Misako.

Misako looked at me with those violet eyes of hers. As if she needed to confirm what she heard.

“When it gets real hot, let us four all go. Your demon-child brother included.” I said.

I could see a faint smile on her face. But she rejected it immediately.

“He’s not a demon-child.” She retorted.

“He assassinated me.”

“You’re alive, not dead. So you haven’t been assassinated.”

“Attempted assassination, he shot me.”

“Maybe you deserved it, David.”

She’d called me by my first name.

“I did NOT deserve it! He just shot me unprompted!” I yelled.

“He saw the evil within you.” She snidely remarked.

I could see her attempt to contain her giggle.

We continued to admire the night-sky. Tokyo was beautiful at night, even through the evening nightlife, the nature seemed, serene. I prepared myself, mustering the courage to ask her a vital question.

“H-hey, Ishihara?” I asked.

“What is it?” She responded.

“W-why did you change your attitude so suddenly? Like the other day when you made me food, and the cleaning supplies you gave me?”

I could see her face redden with embarrassment; her face shot in a direction away from me. I thought perhaps I shouldn’t have asked her that question.

“N-no reason.” She whistled.

She was lying.

“Did I do or say something?” I asked.

“What do you mean! Y-yes you did!” She blurted.

“Huh? I did?” I questioned, confused at what I did.

“A-A-Aunty Takahashi…”

“What about her?”

“She s-said, y-you liked m-me.” Misako put her hands in her face.

‘THAT SLY OLD WOMAN! WHAT DID SHE TELL MISAKO?’ My brain screamed internally.

“W-WAIT! T-THAT’S A MISUNDERSTANDING!” I blurted.

My face felt like a river of hot-lava.

“W-what do you mean!” She said, finally turning in my direction, “S-she told me! Are you saying she lied to me?”

“W-What about you? You also lied! You said you got my phone number from a note on the fridge! Aunty Takahashi said there’s no such thing!” I yelled back.

I was so embarrassed I could put myself in a hole for eternity. Misako jumped at my retort.

“W-well…” She trailed off.

“I was the one who gave your phone number to her.” A voice said from behind.

Misako froze. And I turned to see the culprit.

“Hiroshi.” I growled.

He stood with a toy-gun pointed in my direction. Yuta also stood behind Hiroshi, covered in green and blue paint from the gel-bullets.

“What’s the matter, pal?” He asked me innocently.

“How do you have my number? I never gave it to you.” I replied.

"Uhm..."

"Explain, now!"

Hiroshi sped off from my direction without another word. Yuta followed behind Hiroshi like a soldier following his commander. I decided then and there to end that man’s life before he put mine in any more danger. I got up from my sitting place, lighting ejecting from my eyes.

“I’m going to put you to sleep!” I said chasing him.

“The demon has awoken!” Yuta yelled.

“I AM NOT A DEMON. YOU TWO ARE!”