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II
"He seems like a man who knows what he wants, and the problem is he wants what I want." – Abbi Glines
"Your mom isn’t here anymore, you’ve got to calm down. I don’t have any time to pamper you around, Aoba. You are big boy, you’ll just be fine", Tae hisses and pats me on the cheek. I shake my head.
"NO! You can’t leave me here, granny, not all-"
"Bye bye, Aoba."
"- alone."
"Good to see you again, Sly, sit down, please", the man with moustache says and I cough.
"Excuse me?” I ask and his eyes widen slightly, but not wide enough to change his cool expression.
"I apologize? Is that you, Aoba?" I nod silently, I can’t say I like this man that much. Granny just brought me here and now I have to tell everything. At least I’m not alone, if there’s any need to be positive. And I will do if granny wants me to.
Maybe I success to get sleep without shedding any tears tonight.
Maybe.
I’m late again, and normally granny wouldn’t have called, but now there’s 12 unaswered calls in my coil’s caller log. It’s funny and I know it has everything to do with this Aoba guy. Does granny know him? I have heard her muttering things about that guy sometimes she's angry at me. It’s so weird, having a similar* name with me. But no matter what, if he tries to steal my granny, I’ll destroy him.
I run, Mizuki calls me again, I answer and he starts to talk about that guy too. Just what the fuck is wrong with people nowadays? I’m really starting to hate that person with a passion.
I stop for a moment, just to see my coil is ringing again. Koujaku, it says, but who the fuck is Koujaku anyway?
I answer, saying "Koujaku" and smiling wryly. I bet this is going to be real fun.
"Aoba?" he says and I understand now. That guy is some town-weirdo like Clear. Stealing other people’s coils and families. But rather than telling Koujaku I’m not the person he think he’s speaking to, I decide to play along. Maybe Aoba looks like me, just maybe, but this town is way too small for two blue haired bitches. And this life was mine first so that psycho can go home crying.
"Yes, Koujaku?" I answer him but he doesn’t sense the mocking tone in my voice. I smile, he smiles back. Ha, what a bunch of losers those guys are. Koujaku and Aoba, a real heartbreakingly sweet pair going all homo homo. But I don’t care about it, now all I care about is destroying that idiotic Aoba.
I moan, loudly. It makes those two blonds happy, I can see it.
"Aoba, was it?" I nod. They smile like predators.
"Virus."
"Trip."
They grab my hair together, I cry in pain and they like it. And I think, maybe pain isn’t as bad as it’s supposed to be.