Zatsu turned and playfully punched
Riku’s right arm, “Yeah, a twin that doesn’t know how to sneak up on people
anymore.” he laughed.
Riku stood there for a moment and
smiled. “Well, introduce me to your new friend, you rude-ass.” he chuckled.
“Oh.” Zatsu said quickly, “Riku,
this is Sierra Dawn. Sierra, this is my twin brother, Riku.”
The two of them shook hands.
“Well, I’m going to go get some
lunch,” said Sierra, “You guys coming?”
“We don’t usually eat at school,”
Riku said to Sierra.
“I’ll go wait for you when you get
out of the line.” Zatsu offered.
Riku looked awkwardly at Zatsu,
“Okay. I might as well stick with you.”
They walked Sierra to the start of
the lunch line and waited next to the cafeteria exit.
A couple of guys walked by and
looked at Riku and Zatsu, “Oh, shit. That’s them! The Mayonak–”
“Get lost.” Zatsu said, sternly.
The two boys quickened their pace
After they left Riku’s face turned
to worry, “Shit!”
“I know.” Zatsu said, seriously,
“Let’s just wait this out and see what happens.”
Sierra showed up while they were
distracted by the two boys, “Who died?” she asked, jokingly.
Zatsu snapped out of his stressful
stupor, “Oh, you’re back. Let’s go.” Zatsu started walking away and Riku soon
“Well, that wasn’t weird at all…”
Sierra muttered under her breath. She then followed Riku and Zatsu, walking
away from the cafeteria.
The last period of the day.
Zatsu sat waiting in his chemistry
class, counting away the seconds on the clock at the front of the class. The
last few minutes dragged on forever.
on. Zatsu thought to himself, I need
to get the hell out of here!
Then the bell rang, trumpeting the
sweet sound of freedom.
Zatsu rushed and was the first out
of his class. He found his way out to the front of the school and waited for
Riku to show up.
When he finally arrived he handed
his stuff to Zatsu. “Can you watch this for me while I go to the bathroom real
quick? I swear I won’t be long.” He then jogged off leaving Zatsu to wait for
him once again.
About ten seconds later a familiar
face passed Zatsu. The boy turned back and stood in front of Zatsu.
“Oh. It’s you again,” the boy said.
After hearing him speak Zatsu
instantly recognized why he seemed familiar, it was the boy from his English
class. Zatsu was always good at putting up a tough front but somewhere deep in
his subconscious something began to happen that hadn’t happened in a long time:
Zatsu began to panic.
“Look, leave me alone. I don’t want
any trouble.” Zatsu said, passively.
The boy laughed, “It was too late
for that when you interrupted me in class.” He took a step towards Zatsu, “You
may not want trouble, but trouble has found you.”
Zatsu stood his ground, “Back off,
now, or you just might get hurt.”
“Oh, I’d love to see that,” the boy
said in a cocky tone.
Zatsu was beginning to get
impatient, “Just go on home.”
“Not until we settle our little
Zatsu started slipping,
“Situation?” he stepped forward, “The only situation I have here is a rude
asshole that refuses to get out of my face.”
A crowd was starting to gather.
The boy looked like he’d been
slapped in the face. “Asshole?”
They were practically nose to nose
now, “Yeah,” Zatsu grinned, “What else do you call a guy that has to pick on a
girl just to feel like a man?”
The boy had had enough. He stepped
back and slammed a fist into Zatsu’s face.
There was a collective gasp from
Zatsu stood there, quietly, for a
moment. He then brought up his right hand and put his index finger behind his
lower lip. When he pulled it out it was covered in blood. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did
you just hit me?” he said, sarcastically, “I hadn’t noticed… Let me show you
what a real punch is!” he said and lunged toward the boy, fist raised.
“Zatsu, no!” Riku rushed through
the crowd and got Zatsu in a half nelson to keep him from hitting the boy.
Zatsu struggled against Riku's
A look of fear spread across the
boy's face. Then the fear soon changed to amusement, “Zatsuyou? Zatsuyou Mayonaka?”
he busted into laughter, “You're the fighter, Zatsuou Mayonaka?” he pointed to
Zatsu, “You're a joke!”
Zatsu snapped. He started
struggling even more.
“Zatsu! Stop! He's not worth it!”
he continued to struggle, “Don't you remember what happened last time?”
Zatsu went still and began to
tremble. He then pointed at the boy, “You have no idea how fucking lucky you
are.” He scooped up his belongings and walked away quickly, ignoring the boy.
“That’s right, run away little
bitch!” the boy said.
There was an eruption waiting to
burst forth from Zatsu, but he maintained his course and continued to ignore
Riku soon began to follow Zatsu.
“That must make you Riku, right?”
the boy said.
Riku stopped and looked back at the
boy, pure loathing in his eyes, “Just leave us alone, you dick.” He turned back
around and continued after his brother.
Riku jogged to catch up with Zatsu.
“You know I had no choice, Zatsu. You know we can’t afford to get kicked out of
this school.” He looked down at the sidewalk, “I swear… sometimes this
reputation is like a curse. From one school to the next, year after year. I’m
so fuckin’ glad that this is our last year of high school.”
Zatsu stayed quiet.
“I hope you’re not mad at me for
that. I was just trying to protect you. Kenji was one thing, you lost control.
We were only eight so nothing happened, but we’re almost adults now.” Riku
said, sincerely. “I’m not losing you over something so stupid.”
Zatsu flinched at the mention of
that name. It is stupid, he thought
to himself, but I can’t help it.
They reached a crosswalk and waited
for the light to change. Zatsu began pushing the button to cross, repeatedly;
every push stronger than the one before it. The light was still red. He began
to get impatient, and Riku was beginning to look worried. Then Zatsu lost his
temper, “Fucking change!!” he slammed his fist into the button. The pole dented
inward and the button shot out of the back.
The light finally changed and Zatsu
began storming across the street. Riku stared in shock at the pole, then at the
button on the floor. He picked it up and looked at the imprint of Zatsu’s fist,
“What the…?” he then looked up and saw the light was changing and he quickly
sprinted across the street after his brother.
They soon arrived home and Riku
went to their room still holding the twisted chunk of metal that used to be a
button. “How did he…? What the hell?” he turned the metal in his hands. He
still couldn’t believe what he saw.
Zatsuyou came to their room to drop off his school bag. He then left the room and headed
for the garage before Riku could say anything.
As soon as he entered he turned on
the light and headed for the weight bench. He picked up the dumbbell in the
rack with one hand to test the weight. He looked at the weights on both sides
and tallied it up in his head, 60 on one
side and another 60 on the other, he thought to himself, with a 45 pound bar that totals out to... 165 pounds?! He put it down quickly,
surprised at his strength. Then thought for a moment, It felt too light...
He walked over to a weight rack and
added a 50 pound weight to each side and lied down on the bench. He took a deep
breath, counted to three and lifted the weight. It felt surprisingly light in
his hands. He put down the bar and looked at his hands, “How...?”
He got up and walked over to the
rack once again and stopped. He looked from the bench to the weight rack, “I
About a minute later he succeeded
in putting all of the remaining weights on the bar. He lied down again and
stared at the bar, “That should be about 465 pounds...” he gripped the bar
tightly, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted to three... then
pushed with everything he had.
The bar almost flew out of his
hands. He was shocked... too shocked. His grip faltered and the weight came
down, right towards his face. He slipped out from under the weight at the last
second; the weight collided with the bench and dented it. “Oh, fuck!” Zatsu
said out loud. He stared at the dumbbell and the now dented bench completely
After a while his bewilderment
turned into rage, “Why wasn't it heavy enough?!” He quickly got up off the
bench. His whole body felt like it was throbbing, “What's happening to me?!” he
ran to a nearby punching bag hanging from the ceiling and kicked it with all
his strength. The chains attaching the bag to the ceiling snapped and the bag
flew and hit the wall. The side of the bag split open and sand spilled all over
the floor. Every muscle in Zatsu's body tensed and he roared with rage. He
noticed his reflection in a nearby mirror. The immense anger blurred his
vision, it seemed as though his body was shrouded in some kind of aura. He took
a step toward the mirror and fell over weakened, then went unconscious.