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It has been the second day of summer and the rain had just stopped.
The first time she attempted to die was two years ago. After what happened and her failed attempt, rumors about her had start circulating in her village: They say that someone she deeply loved just died, but the reason she wanted to die was because she believed that there was no reason to stay.
The sound of the rain had brought her to this bridge she noticed a long time ago. For a few weeks, it stood there alone, hidden behind large trees. The distant drum, sounded like a foreign lullaby to her, and she wanted to hear every bit of it. As she stood there, her hands cluntched to the balustrade and the rain hitting her face, the sound of a distant call echoed through her ears.
Her legs moved on their own and before she could really gasped what just happened, she stood there, millimeters away from the edge. And then came the feeling of hopelessness and isolation. It was like an impulse that she stoped breathing. And before she could do anything, someone yanked her over the balustrade and back onto the sidewalk.
All she could see was yellow. Her yellow cagoule, she wore it so the police could find her, once she was in the far deep of the river.
Then she hit the floor. She herself faced the gray sky with its endless depths. She could feel a shiver running down her spine when she gazed towards her unwanted savior. It took her all the strengh which was left in her to look into those green eyes.
Green like a meadow, she tought.
But aside his eyes, which she thought to be the most prettiest, his overall appearence frightend her. A small scar, which lanced through his upper and lower lip, widend when he began to grin.
"Whatcha doin', little one?" He'd asked.
He crouched down, so he could take a better look at her, which gave y/n the better opportunity so see him more clearly. And behind the rainy curtain, she saw dark jet-black hair that fell over his face. He'd worn a pair of beige trouseres and a black shirt. But what y/n found most notibale, was the child he'd carried on his back. All she could saw was spicky hair, and she wished to see the baby's face.
"Oi, I'm talking to you", he said in a low voice, forcing her to look at him again.
"I...just wanted to look at the river", she lied. The words came out like a whisper and she knew he noticed the sudden lie.
He laughed. "You wanted to kill yourself." It wasn't a question.
"No. I just wanted to see something."
"Right", he looked over her to where she stood just a few minutes ago and suddenly his expression changed, as if he'd saw something but it was only brief.
"And I just wanted to get the brat something to eat and thought to myself: 'Hey, we could watch that woman killin' herself, watcha sayin''. Stop bullshittin' me and stand the fuck up."
He grabbed her elbow and pulled her up with such ease that she clung to him.
He simply tried to help.
No, that's not true. She focused herself on the sidewalk, and the smell of nature, as she despretly tried to ignore the large silhoutte, which stood behind her. It's not true; this isn't happening.
But then he grapped her chin and forced her to look at him. He glared at her, his eyes painting the cheer joy as she whimpered under his grip.
It all started here - on the second summer day. The day she first saw him. The day she believed, that someone cared for her.
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Apparently, he didn't. He'd forced her to a medical center, which was filled with different noises.
"If you ever consider to kill yourself again, do it at least where 'normal' people die, you hear me?." After that he'd left her at the entrance without saying goodbye. His silhouette dissappeared into the crowed full of people and when she no longer saw his umbrella, she kneeled to the floor and buried her face in between her knees.
She stayed like that until night fell. And even when the lights slowly faded in the strees, she still hadn't moved a bit.
An arching pain virbated through her foot.
"Ouch", she mumbled.
"You must be the dumbest person I have ever seen apart from six eyes."
It was him.
"What do you want?", she whispered.
"Dunno", he said. "Maybe I wanted to see if you died."
She gasped in shock when she heared those words. "You must be the rudest person I have ever seen apart from my father", she'd spat at him. Her eyes glowed in anger as her hands clench into fists.
"Women love that", he simply said before adding that devilish grin.
"Oh I bet."
He rolled his eyes and grabbed something from his back pocket.
"Listen, I'll be having mad thoughs if I just leave you here. How old are you anyway and where do you live?"
He reached for some money in attempt to call the taxi but y/n got up swirling her hands from left to right.
"No, no, no. You don't have to do that. I-I'm fine." Frantically looking for the answer, y/n thought about the possibility of running away. She was small and agile but he was tall and probably faster than her.
"Answer my question." She looked up at him. Her eyes moved from one eye to the other and in both of them, she found annoyance and boredom. The truth is, she had no where to go. At least, not after she ran away from home.
"I am twentytwo and...I have no where to go." Her cheeks are flushing in embarrassment.
"So your sayin' that you are homeless?" He sounded almost amused.
"I'm saying that my father abused me." She looked away, missing the shift in his demeanor. Confusion hit him like a truck and he finally understood the begrudging situation she was in.
Y/n wasn't sure if he felt sorry, since he was a father as well, but after what she said, he'd lent her a hand and helped her up.
He haven't said anything in forever but his large hand still held her own smaller own. His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand. He gazed up the sky, his adam's apple popping out his neck.
"I'm usually not someone who does this but you can stay at my place. In the morning we will look for a solution."
He let her go and began walking down the dark street of Tokyo. "Don't you dare robbing me or I will kill you myself."
"I won't", she whsipered.
"Good." He continued walking down the street. His hands rested in his pockets.
"The name's Fushiguro. Toji Fushiguro."