Toman's Little Sister

45 | Questioning

"Y/N-chin, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just let me catch my breath." You took a deep breath and looked up again, seeing that Mikey wasn't there with the rest of the gang. "M-Mikey?"

"Who are you looking for?"

You turned around and you felt your eyes go wide, stumbling back and falling to the ground. You gang were all staring down at you, pale skinned and their eyes a dark abyss with blood dripping from their mouth and sockets.

"M-Mikey...?"

"Hm? What's wrong?" He tilted his head. "You were there. This was your fault."

A simple blink of an eye made you face over a hundred graves, each one marked with each of your gang member's names. You got to your feet and began walking backwards, bumping into someone.

"Where are you going, pipsqueak? Running again?"

"N-No, I—"

"Y/N..." Shinichiro put his hand on your head, but not in a gentle manner, the way he normally would. It was as if he was trying to crush your head as he turned your head to face him. "You failed. Accept that."

"No... No, I couldn't have. G-Get away... Get away from me. You're not them! They'd never say these things to me! Get away... GET AWAY FROM ME!!"

•••

You gasped and jumped up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat and your hands shaking. "Damn it..." You muttered, burying your face in your hands.

You looked over at your bulletin board, then at the piles of books and papers around your room. "Not enough..." You swung your legs out of bed. "Not enough, not enough, not enough."

Not enough info. The Haitani Brothers are going to go with the dirty route. Mucho exceeds 87% of the gang's physical power. Mocchi exceeds 91% of our gang member's skills. Izana... he's a whole different story!

You threw a book off your desk. "That one's full of bull. Or is that one—" You picked up a different book. "No, it's this one that's bull."

The room was barely lit, simply by a desk lamp, and your eyes were barely able to stay open until you caught glimpse of the picture frame of you and Baji on the table.

This is my gang. I have to take care of it.

You tapped on the table and took in a shaky breath. "Shi-nii-chan... what do I do...?" You buried your face in your arms. It was tiring, but it's not like you could blame tiredness when something awful happens to your gang.

"Age has little link..." You mumbled while writing. "...to strength or technique. Technique depends on experience and mental prowess... and strength... um..."

"Depends on the exercise of the cross sectional area of muscle fibres that generate force."

Your mom walked in and looked at your notes. "It's rather early for you to be up. Are you alright?"

"It's not that early."

"It's 4:00am." She showed you your alarm clock and it showed the time. "Right on the nose, as a matter of fact."

You groaned, rubbing one of your eyes. "It's fine.. the scheduled fight is in a week. I need to prepare." You looked at Tora and saw that he was still sleeping. The very sight of him made your hands shake and your vision blur. Not because you were crying. But because you just wanted it all to end.

"Damn it... bring me back..."

"Pardon me?"

You put your arm over your eyes. "I want to go back... I want it to be simple again, when our only problem was running out of gas before going to the beach. When we'd argue over who's bike was better and faster. When the boys would fight over who I would ride with. When..." Your voice cracked. "When I wasn't so scared all the time."