Hanzo quickly decided to plot his revenge. He went into Jesse's drawer and grabbed some clothes. This hurt for him to do. He took them outside, and grabbed bleach. He sprinkled some on some of the clothes, and the other half, he used to make a fire with. He was still mad, so he went into the house, grabbing a plate, and slammed it on the ground. That felt, good almost. He didn't like the glass, so he got some slippers on. He quickly broke another one. Then threw another one. He was very upset. He put the bleached clothes in a bag, and the burnt clothes in another. He raged like this for hours. He called Lina to vent a bit to.
Jesse was out in a house. He laid in bed, and gently gripped the pillow. He grabbed his shawl and put it on again, and the women was ready to drive him home. Lina called Jesse. He noticed, and picked it up.
"Ya Lina? Need som'in?"
"Yes! Hanzo is at your house making a bloody mess! He's breaking dishes, bleaching your clothes, and burning them to! I suggest you get home and handle him. He isn't doing ok." Jesse's concern spiked quickly. He quickly urged the women the bring him home, and she did. When he got home, he quickly opened the door. The first thing he noticed was glass everywhere. He ducked to a plate being thrown at his head. Hanzo was enraged. Jesse didn't speak. Hanzo walked up to him a put a knife to his throat, slamming Jesse to the door behind him. Jesse looked at Hanzo with the same tired eyes he always did.
"I know what you've been doing. If you had lost feeling you could have just said it bitch. Now, you have 2 seconds to tell me who on earth that bitch who kissed you is and why she did it. Also, you need to tell me where you've been all these night! Making me worried sick about you for no fucking reason." Jesse stared at Hanzo.
"Who kissed me? I don't remember kissing anyone other then you." Hanzo laughed in an upset way.
"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw her. You can't hide it." Jesse thought for a moment. He stayed there, leaving Hanzo in suspense. Jesse then remembered and then sighed.
"Look, I know that you thought I was cheating on you. Lina told me everything on the way home. But I haven't. That girl that kissed me cheek, she's my sister, Ashley." Hanzo's eyes widened.
"Not that easy. Then why would she kiss you? Hm?"
"Because we're close enough and because- because." Jesse froze.
"The reason I've been coming home late is because my mother passed away two nights ago. I was at the hospital with her all these nights. My sisters been driving me home. I didn't want to tell you cause I didnt want you worrying. I'm sorry." Hanzo stared in disbelief.
"Then where have you been these past two days?" Jesse looked down.
"Ma's house. Trying to find comfort there." Hanzo suddenly dropped the knife. What had gotten into him? He felt so bad. Jesse signed, and walked past him, to see the room a mess. Hanzo sat there looking down, fear overcoming him quickly. He began to panic in silence. He got very anxious. His heart went up and he could hear it pounding into his ears. He could feel his eyes widen, and his fist wouldn't close enough.
Jesse on the other hand, was looking at everything. The glass, burnt and bleached clothes, everything. He sighed. He sat there for a minute, just staring at a broken bit of glass. He looking it over while thinking. Hanzo was panicking. So many words were circling his head that he couldn't say. His heart fell suffocated. Like it was stuck. Like it was going to shatter, not break. "I'm sorry!" "I didn't know!" "Fool." "Stupid." "You should have just asked!" "Why did you have to be so stupid!?" "Fucking looser!" Hanzo was frozen in place. He could only listen to the voices. "Good for nothing!" "Such a good boyfriend am I right?!" "He won't love you." "He's going to hate you obviously!" "You should just-" His thoughts were interrupted and made silent by Jesse's hand hitting his shoulder. Hanzo looked up at Jesse. Jesse didn't return the look.
"Look. I don't care what you have to say as to why you did this, but I think we should take a break from this relationship. You can have the house. Don't talk to me for a bit." Hanzo was frozen. His heart hurt. No.. He didn't want this! Anything but this! He was sorry! "Please! No, don't go!" Hanzo couldn't speak. Jesse grabbed the door handle, which made Hanzo shake. Jesse turned his head but didn't look at Hanzo.
"This is for the best right now." He fixed his hat, and left, closing the door. The click of that door was the last thing he heard of Jesse. Hanzos legs gave out, and he fell to the floor. He began breathing quickly, and began crying. His hands went through his dark black hair, and he took it out the pony tail, letting his hair fall in front of his face. His head felt lighter, but his breathing made it heavy again. He grabbed his head as he cried. He didn't make any noise. All the noise was in his head and heart. He felt like he was being stabbed. His legs felt like they were slowly being covered in fire, then his whole body. He was having a panic attack. He didn't move from that spot the rest of the night. He cried all night, till he passed out there. When he woke up, his face and back hurt. He remembered what happened, and leaned against the door. He tried not to think of it. He didn't want to cry. He tried everything, but his tears slowly came back. He went to his room, a much more comfortable place, yet painful at the same time. Jesse's smell was everywhere. He grabbed a pillow and hit it against the wall, again and again. He fell onto the bed and cried. Cried and yelled into the pillow to very much muffle his shameful cries.
Jesse woke up in his mom's bed. He hadn't gotten undressed, so he wasn't sleeping comfortably. Jesse looked like he hadn't gotten sleep. He sat against the wall by his bed, held his face, and the tears came down. His gloves absorbed the tears, till it was to full. He wiped his face with his moms blanket, till he smelled her, and cried harder. He was broken. His mom died, he made a stupid choice and kicked out the only person who comforted him, and now he was alone. Crying. He gripped his hat and pressed it against his face till it almost hurt. He heard footsteps, and continued hiding his face, but stopped all outwered signs of crying.
His sister knocked on the open door.
"Heya Jess. You ok? Well- as good as you can be." She herself seemed to have not gotten sleep from her voice.
"I know you and Ma were close. Look, if you need someo-"
"Just go Ashley..." He said coldly, interupting her. She quickly nodded and walked away. Jesse gripped the bed and continued crying, feeling the most weak he ever had been. He felt along. Hanzo felt alone. They were alone.
