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Kiyotaka used to love the color green. Green meant many good things, it meant money. It meant Taka could feed his family for another week. Green meant luck, and luck did he sure have. Despite being stuck in a killing game Kiyotaka had made his first friend, he’d proved those stupid kids from school that he wasn’t just a stuck up hall monitor with a ruler up his ass. Mondo had seen past that, had seen the fragile, unsure boy who just wanted to help those around him and prove to the world that he was good. Green meant hope.
Now Taka despised the color green. Green now meant death, it meant losing the only people he trusted, it meant losing his family. It meant the crude chain-linked fenced cage and flashes of neon that illuminated the thick tears that burned streaks into his face, his voice soar and coarse from screaming, trying to outmatch the loud revving of the motorcycle circling around, and around, and around, the air tingling of electricity as mondo’s body broke down atom by atom, leaving nothing but the jacket behind of the once biker gang leader.
Green meant Mondo was gone.
Kiyotaka couldn’t speak, he couldn’t even hear. The only sound echoing in his head was the tormenting ringing of the motorcycle. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the flashes of green, as Mondo cried out.
Kiyotaka’s hands were curled in fists, clutching tightly to the only thing Mondo had left behind, the prefect’s hands turning bone-white from the death grip, as he laid on the bed of his dorm room.
The intricate designs on the back of the jacket were now wrinkled, but Taka- for once- didn’t care. A sob wracked his body but no sound came out of his mouth. He buried his face into the fabric and inhaled.
The jacket was already losing the familiar scent of cigars and motor oil, it was the only thing Taka had left of him. He couldn’t help but let out a dry choke, the taste of his salty tears becoming all too familiar once again.