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Was that the kind of flashback you get before your life ended? Probably. He dreamed of it till this very day. His brother catches him and takes him back to his Cage.
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"Fuck.. I feel dizzy."
Michikatsu Miyashi woke up with a ring on his ears, he's been crying the whole night.
I slept in the bathroom.
He stands up, brushing some dirt on his cloth, looking at a mirror. It's ironic, the last time he saw this mirror, was when he thought about Yoriichi catching him. And now, probably the last time he's gonna see the mirror. He's caught.
His appearance was horrible, his face was half-red, and his hair was messy. Wouldn't it be funny to go out like this? Sure his "mother" would scold him, but she's done it countless times. And why would it matter? Why would anything matter now? It's over.
"The fuck am I gonna do with myself."
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Miyashi walked out with any kind of cloth, it didn't matter. His mother of course scolded him, saying he was too plain, and he needs to dress up more. He only walks past her.
They didn't have time anyway, there was already a car waiting for him outside. It was about 9 am when he finally met the car. But it has been there since five. His mother had tried waking him up for hours.
"Mr. Miyashi."
A man bowed down to him, showing respect to the young boy. It's kinda his first time being respected. Her mother greeted the man as well, before she left, she whispered to her child.
"If you dishonor us I'll fucking kill you."
Miyashi was led inside the car, it was peaceful. And there was another servant in there. "I will be your driver for the ride. I promise to secure your safety."
This could probably get counted as kidnapping, cause he didn't want to be here. He thought when he opened the door Yoriichi would appear. But instead, his "kidnapper" was kind to him.
The car was silent, there was no music playing. And he quickly pulls his phone out. He wants to distract himself from this horrible fate. In the end, he didn't change anything did he?
"Would you like to play music?"
The servants would offer. "No thanks."
"This will be a five-hour ride. Please tell us if you need anything."
I want to get out...
Miyashi doesn't exactly have a plan this time. He was the kind of person who'd just take the risk at this point. He was thinking of jumping off the car and killing himself. Or, meet his brother, piss him off, and then kill himself. There wasn't much variety.
He surely won't make it, even if he didn't go there. Either way, he's going to lose. It's either his brother or his adoptive family. They're both a dead end.
He hold the door handle, it was locked. Tried to open the lock, but it didn't work.
The second plan is.
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"Mr. Miyashi, would you like a drink?"
"Mr. Miyashi, would you like some snacks?"
"Mr. Miyashi, would you like headphones?"
"I want to go to the toilet."
The drivers treated him kindly, they did everything to make sure he was comfortable. It's probably an order from their master.
"Should we let him go? Master told us not to let him leave the car."
"Yes, but, he also told us to do as he says. And we can't possibly tell him not to pee."
"But what if he ran out?"
"We'll catch him."
These people don't know how to whisper... Damn.
Looking out the window, they were in a completely different area. A city with buildings so tall, it reaches the sky. And most of it was owned by Yoriichi Tsugikuni. They're probably bringing him to the main building, or worst, just his house.
"So may I go?"
He interrupted the fighting man in front of him, pretty sure they already forgot what they were talking about in the first place.
"We will arrive at our destination in a short while, so if you have the patience to wait?"
"Whatever."
Finally, they arrived at the main building, from the outside it was big, and from the inside, it was somehow bigger. It was like a mall or a tower. People ran around the building, bringing papers and designs. Yet everyone was kind enough to stop and greet him.
"Oh, My God! Are you going to be a new model here?! You're sure are a pretty one! Flamboyant! I approve!"
A man came to talk to him, he was interesting, having white hair and colorful nails, there were three women behind him who all smiled and waved at him.
"I hope I'll get a chance with you! See you around!"
The driver only instruct him to walk in, to the register, he didn't see a way out, and all of the door was guarded. This was a very rich company. Rich enough that people would sometimes pretend to be a worker and tried to come in.
Miyashi soon met a woman that would lead him. A worker by the name of, Tamayo. She was kind to him, and she smelled like flowers, she gave him instructions about the place. And advice on how to get the job.
Miyashi noted it, he needed to do the opposite then. He saw a logo of the sun everywhere, red and white covered the entire place.
"So, where am I going?"
He finally asks after a few minutes of walking around aimlessly. Tamayo leads him to a lift.
"Well, you will enter this lift, and go to the twelfth floor. There, is where we recruit our workers and models."
"Is the owner gonna be there?"
"Oh, do you wish to meet him?"
"Nope."
He entered the lift, there was only him at the moment, saving him from any interaction with other human beings. Tamayo gave him a reassuring smile. Telling him not to be nervous.
But how can he possibly not be nervous? In some sense, his life is going to end. The floor was going up without any distraction, no others were entering. As if it was planned this way.
His heart was beating fast, he break into a cold sweat. Wondering what will happen up there. He remembered his dreams again. This is the end.
This is the end...
But. What if I get a job? What if his elder brother wasn't such a psycho? He'd only have his adoptive parents to worry about, no. If his brother was normal, he wouldn't even need adoptive parents. If his brother wasn't obsessed, he wouldn't have run away.
Or was it his fault? Is it because he's so fragile, that his brother is acting like this? Why is the world like this? Why? Why can't he just live like a normal teenager? Why can't he have a normal life?
But there's no use of wishing now, no matter what he did, the world won't change, so he has to. He needs to start a new, one again. After he made his brother mad. He'll find another city, and change his name again. Dye his hair. Just everything all over again.
But it might be hard this time. He was somewhat famous, so people might recognize him easily.
Making his brother angry is easy. He knows him, he knows just the right sign to make him pissed. And he's probably already been since he ran away. I wonder what he'll say to me.
Ting!
He has arrived. The door opened slowly. He enters the room. Wait. Didn't people bring resumes for this kind of thing? Why would he need that anyway, he doesn't want the job.
Miyashi has never worked or applied to work before. He doesn't know what to say or do. Completely forgetting that advice from the lady. He was sweating in a cold place. And it's from awkwardness.
"Um.. hi.."
"Hello.."
There was someone. A man, behind the counter, he's holding a sandwich, seems like he interrupted his eating session. They both only looked at each other in silence.
The man doesn't know what this boy wants. People don't usually dress and bring anything to this kind of place. He rarely got visits too. And also he was eating a sandwich, how dare he interrupts his time with his sandwich?
The man wanted to ask why he was there. But it's clear the answer was "I don't know." Is he lost? But how can people get lost on the twelfth floor? And who let him in?
I wanna go home.
Ting!
The lift sounded once again. He didn't wish it, but he expected it.
"Hello!"
Finally, a sound broke the tension. Supposedly they would feel relieved that the awkwardness was reduced, but they only got more shocked to see the CEO himself.
The man who came, have a wide smile on his face. Overly happy to see him. His smile made Miyashi wanna puke, and jump out of the window. Now both Miyashi and the worker was sweating. Staying silent until the worker finally complained that they both interrupted his lunchtime.
"I'm sorry Muzan, but you know your lunchtime is in an hour, you only get it early because nobody was here to watch you."
"Right.."
He packed his food. Grabbing a book, he checked the schedule to see if he have to deal with a lost boy today. Surprisingly his name was indeed there.
"You are Miyashi Yoko?"
The boy nodded, he checked to see that the boy was a recruit, getting the invitation from the Ceo himself. He sneered at the man behind him. Telling the massage "Why are you still here?"
"I'm here to improvise the recruiting system. Lately, there's barely anyone new coming in. So please, don't mind me."
Yoriichi wasn't always so friendly, he would always have a serious face, and a serious atmosphere surrounding him.
It's because he likes the boy.
Is this guy his friend?
The fact that the worker almost jump at the sight of him, meant that this never happened before. And Miyashi is sure this isn't some coincidence.
"Go on now. Start the interview."
"Yes sir."
The interview started with them both introducing themselves. During this, the man was getting confused about how this boy managed to be here. The interview didn't last long. It ended with Muzan asking questions and Miyashi barely answering any of them. And the Ceo only stayed silent.
"Look, I don't want to be rude here."
Preferably because of the rumor, and he's watching me.
"But to put it straight. You have no experience with any sort of work. You don't know what position you're aiming for. And you don't know how much you want to be paid."
I wanna go home...
But what is home at this moment? He's not allowed to go back to the Yoko mansion. Miyashi only shrugs.
"What the hell was the Yoko thinking?"
He has given up not being rude right now. This whole interview was frustrating.
"Look kid, I don't know what the hell are you doing here. But you need to know, that you won't get anything just by being 'pretty'.."
The man scolded, but he barely heard. He barely heard anything at all, all he notices was the Ceo's eyes on him. He didn't dare to make eye contact, so he isn't sure what expression he was wearing. It's eerie.
The Ceo let out a sigh. He turned to the worker and he finally decided to speak. "But again, we are a fashion company. And, he is here to be a model. He's already doing a good job you see?"
"What? What are we gonna have him do? He's too... immature! He barely did eye contact with me."
"Well.. huh?"
The Ceo glanced at the boy, his head was down, and he had tears in his eyes?..
It hurt. My head hurts
The scar was somehow opened, he felt dizzy all over again. He wasn't treated to anything, he's been enduring it this whole time.
Yoriichi pull up his hand that was resting on the table, before smashing it back, making a loud noise, it silenced Muzan. And made Miyashi looked up. His smile was gone. It was back to his serious tone.
"I think... You're being too harsh on him. Muzan."
He walked to the boy, holding his hand. Observing him intently. "I'll do the interview myself. You can take a break."
He slowly dragged and pull the boy back to the lift. They entered the highest floor. His office.
"Sorry, Muzan can be so strict.."
Yoriichi tried to excuse himself, he can see the tears were still flowing, and he tried to brush it off the boy's face.
"Cut the crap, Yoriichi."
He was pushed away. And instead of the pissed expression he expected, Yoriichi smiled.
"Michikatsu it is you. I- I've missed you. You- you don't know how hard I tried to find you. I thought I lost you.."
The man stuttered. The perfect brother was stuttering, he never knew he'd get to see him like this. So.. desperate. Tears were forming in the man's eyes. He was crying.
"Don't. Don't give me that look! I hate you! You know damn well why I ran away! You ruined my life!"
Michikatsu was screaming. This shouldn't have happened. His brother wouldn't have been sad. He thought that when he left, Yoriichi would get a better life, a life where he didn't need to take care of his sick little brother.
When he saw him on the news when his business was growing. He looked better than ever. He thought he didn't leave an impact on him.
He'd thought Yoriichi only wanted to take revenge for leaving him.
Michikatsu misses him. He hated to admit but he did. He'd rather just stay in his room than be used by his horrible family. Yoriichi should hate him. He should hate him just as much as he did.
Yoriichi didn't reply to that. He hugged him. Embracing him with the warmth he didn't know he missed.
You won't even have a life without me. Mother wanted to sell you. No, he can't say that. He needs to change, his methods to keep his brother need to be changed. He needs to stop hurting him.
Yoriichi's gentle hand brushes his tears again. Through sweat and tears. And blood.
Blood?
Blood.
"It seems... That the Yoko didn't treat you right."
"Sh-shut up! It's not like you did any better- Agh!"
His hand accidentally brushed his wounds, the pain was getting overwhelming now. Michikatsu had a very weak body. He can't handle bleeding for too long.
"Michikatsu... Michikatsu, I'm sorry."
He moves him to the bathroom. He holds him still as he pours water on his head.
"It's okay. I'll fix this. Everything will be okay. I will make sure of it."
He kept reassuring his little brother. Michikatsu would try to fight this, this is not his plan at all! But, he was too busy with how his head hurt. And he told himself that he wanted to trust him.
He really do...
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Michikatsu listens to the television playing in the background. His body was relaxing in the warm water around him. While someone was brushing his hair.
"There. I've got all of the dye out. This is your natural red hair."
The man looked happy with his work. He finally managed to turn Michikatsu's hair back to normal. The maroon hair, just like his.
"Thank you... big brother."
Michikatsu took a look at his red hair. With the amount of dye on it, they needed to cut it. But it's fine, he didn't mind it.
"Well, I'll leave you till the water cools off okay? Then, I'll give you your eye medication. I don't want those horrible contacts hurting your eyes."
"Yes, brother."
He received a smile and some patting before he left. Michikatsu turns his head towards the television. Listening as it said.
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"The famous house of Yoko was burned down to the ground. We didn't know what had happened, and it seems there were no survivors.
But on other news, it was revealed that the Yoko have committed human trafficking, they have sold dozens of children for their benefit. Most likely, they've also done child abuse, to their son.
By that, there might be a chance that the one who started the fire, was Miyashi Yoko. Their adopted son.
His body was never found in the fire. But we think. He did the right thing."
He didn't do such a thing, he never left this mansion. But his second family is gone. But the announcement didn't faze him. Even if they are his so-called "family" it wasn't his real one.
Only Yoriichi, and only Yoriichi is his true family.
[Should I write "The End" here? I don't know.]