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Getting home was a relief. All you needed to do now was make it through tonight so you could check for your phone at school tomorrow. First thing on your list, homework. It’d take long enough and after that you could eat the takeout your cousin planned to order and if you felt like it, watch some TV until you passed out on the couch. A perfect plan! Flawless in every way!
Homework took only two hours. And the food was running late. Your cousin was watching TV. What a convenient time to have broken your computer before arriving in Japan, right? He was watching some zombie movie that didn't interest you in the slightest but it’s better than laying on your bed looking at the ceiling for another half hour.
You came out of your cave and into the common area of the house. Your cousin looked half asleep while he watched the movie, who insists on watching a movie just to fall asleep thirty minutes in??
You called out his name and he jolted up then wiped the slobber off his face.
“Let's watch together!” You plop yourself down the couch next to him and force a tight smile while watching some guy get his shoulder bit by a green decaying zombie. It didn’t even look remotely real, there was no fear factor, and the film didn’t rely on gore either. Who would ever willingly watch this junk? No one but your cousin. And now you too.
“What do you want?” He didn’t look back to the movie and he just stared at you like you were a pile of poop that he had stepped in.
“Is't so wrong to wanteth to gaze a movie with mine own cousin?”
“Why are you speaking in Shakespearean? And theres nothing wrong with it, but you openly hate zombie movies, what's the switch for?”
“Shut up and watch the movie.”
With that the movie carried on with unrealistic fight scenes, a cliche sound track, and the most predictable ending known to man. All the while your cousin’s eyes nearly popped out his head whenever the main character blew off a zombie’s head or made a leap of faith from a destroyed bridge to solid ground.”
“I don’t see the hype. You could do that with difficulty. A regular person couldn’t, no matter how athletic they are. It’s so unrealistic!”
“You expect a zombie movie to focus on realism?”
“At least a bit! I mean if the rules of physics don’t function the same way in this universe. Then why is the world the exact same aside from zombies, huh? A normal person would find a way around, and that;s what he’s supposed to be. A normal guy, in a normal world, that just so happened to be in the beginning of an apocalypse. No one would be this war ready.”
“It’s the creative liberties of the movie that make it great!”
“I’ve seen that seen in more media than I can count. Half of these zombie-post apocalyptic- war shows and what not are all the same thing with different actors. The hotter the better.”
“Yeah that’s true. I just can’t get enough of them.”
“By the way, when’s the food gonna be here?”
“Uhhh, any second now, could you go get my wallet? New feature: they gotta see some form of ID to make sure they’re not giving the food to the wrong person.”
“Yeah I gotcha.”
You take a moment to stretch before you head upstairs to his room and look around for his wallet. Only about a minute into looking through everything you finally find it and by that time he’s calling you downstairs. He knows his room is a mess, he should be the last person rushing anyone to find something in that hole of despair. Wonder what all the girls at school would think if they saw this? Again he shouts for you to hurry up and you sprint your way down the stairs and present him with his wallet.
“Thanks, someone’s here for you.”
Odd. Everyone knows you have no friends.
“You got a secret boyfriend or something?”
Okay now you needed to see whoever the fuck he was talking about.
You open the door to see no other than..A PERVERT?? Not just any pervert either, the same one from the rooftop with the obnoxiously large headband! THIS is the guy who your cousin perceived as your secret boyfriend?! If the bar was on the ground before, it’s traveling to earth’s fiery pit as the seconds pass.
Keep your cool. Play it off. Stand tall.
“Can I help you?” Yeah that sounded stern enough! Be harsh, definitely don’t hold back if he says something that invokes anger in you! Give him hell!
He didn’t look the same as earlier. Before he had been full of ‘charisma’(it really wasn't if he seemed the type to describe it as such.) Now he looked tired, and more down to earth.
“Your phone, I didn’t know what class you were in and by the time I asked around you had left. So I just thought I’d come and give you your stuff like a good schoolmate ya know? Wouldn’t want some creep gettin a hold of it, am I right?” He laughed to himself and handed you your lunchbox with your phone inside of it, but wasn’t shit funny.
It didn’t take but a few seconds for him to notice the grim look on your face and ask if what was wrong. You didn’t say anything and shut the door in his face. You weren’t an idiot. You know for a fact, especially now that you had it in your hand and looked down. No where on your lunch box did it have your address. None of your cousin’s friends knew where the two of you lived yet. There’s no way possible he should have been able to ‘just come give you your stuff’. What the hell was his deal?
From the other side of the door he called out that he was going to head home. You’d have to see this creep at school! Maybe instead of going to the rooftop you could eat in the bathroom? But who knows if he’s above prancing into the ladies room too?
“You good?” Your cousin looked mildly concerned. Would it be smart to tell him? Your powers haven't gone off, so the guy wasn’t an imminent threat. It’d be best to keep your mouth shut.
“Yeah I’m fine. Is the food still coming?”
“Mhm, driver is just a little late.”
“A little?”
He chuckled and made his way back to the couch while you clutched your lunch box.
“Why’d he have your lunchbox and phone? And what's the note on the back?”
Note?
You turned your lunchbox over and low and behold. A snazzy note with an emoji next to the signature.
It read
Hello m’lady, though you may not know me well I do wish to steal your heart with these hands of mine! My name is Toritsuka Reita, and here lies my mobile number!
It was in English. Just when he was at the door he spoke English. It was really good for a high school student. But still. He’s a creep who asked for the color of your panties, took your lunch box and phone, then came to your house without any direction?!
It was overdue. You’ve avoided asking for long enough.
“It’s nothing, just a wishing well note,” lie. “but can I ask something?”
You cousin looked up from his phone and met eyes. The reason you never asked before, but it was important. You couldn’t stall forever. If you wanted to do even half what he could you needed to.
“I wanna start learning to unlock my potential. Get it under control and actually be able to use it. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you help me?”
He didn’t say anything. Just looked down and smiled. Not a sweet smile like the one he would give whenever he saw you got a good grade on a test. Or the sly grin he’d give whenever he teased you at the end of the school day on the walk home. His teeth were out. Not for a picture. I mean the k9’s were showing when he looked up and just kept cheesing. He looked psycho.
His smile calmed down a bit once he took in how unsettling he probably looked. Cleared his throat, and acted like that mini horror movie on his face didn’t just happen.
“Yeah of course. We’ll start Saturday.”