Not My Body [} Iwaoi {]

[} 28 {]

Four days where I was still in my body passed, and it was now Friday. Only, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I could noticed long hair and tits.

Finally...

I checked the time and conclued that I was not late if I wanted to go to work.
I threaded clothes and hurriedly quit my home.

"Why didn't you come ? If there were something wrong, you should have called me." My superior affirmed.

"Excuse me... But I was so sick I could barely speak. I vomited the three first days, and was too exhausted the fourth one." I invented. 

Especially I could not call you since my phone is at Iwa's... 

"You're forgiven... We open soon, be ready."

Tendou and Semi were not here. I hoped it was because they weren't skipping, for once. 
Their absence left a really tiny number of workers. 

Looks like I'm gonna work harder, today..

This day felt... Endless. There were a lot of more customers than usual, and I didn't have the emotional support of my two Shiratorizawa's friends. 
It was now the hour to leave and suprisingly, Iwaizumi didn't come. I so decided to go to his. 

"Hello, hum... Is Hajime here ?" I demanded. 

"Oh my-... HAJIMEEE ! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE !" My boyfriend's mother yelled. 

I heard really loud foot steps going down by stairs. The young man literally jumped in my arms. 
I hugged him back and could feel water dripping on my shoulder. 

"I was so worried..." He confessed in a low voice. 

The spikey headed wiped his tears away, still sniffing slightly. He grabbed my hand and oriented me toward his room and don't forget to close the door. 

"Where were you !? You literally disappeared !" He whispered-shouted. 

"That morning, my parents texted me and then punished me because I was not supposed to sleep at yours... I'm so sorry, it's all my fault..." I lied. "Plus, I forgot all my stuff here..."

"Don't mind about this. My mother washed your clothes, though. She wanted to."

"I'll thank her later." 

That lady was so kind...
After that, we stared at the other's eyes with a such intensive way... It gave me butterflies. The boy then moved closer, slowly, to depose several pecks on my lips. I kissed him back, in a more passionate manner. Our mouths decided then to open, letting our tongues interwined. My boyfriend started to lift my shirt, but last time came back immediatly to my mind. 

"Wait..." I interrupted. 

"Oh, you don't want ? It's okay !" He reassured me. 

Only, Hajime was caring about the fact I could not resist to him and resumed the make out session, wich would probably turn into a spiciest moment. The dark haired completely removed my shirt, but a huge pain in my brain made me stop, and I was now holding my head. 

"Are you okay ?" He seemed really concerned. 

"Uh... I don't know... It hurts... Like a headache." I declared. 

"Do you want.. Medecine maybe ?" 

"No, I'll be-..." The pain intensified, preventing me to speak. 

I closed my eyes because of my suffering. However, when I unsealed them back, I was not in Iwa's bedroom anymore. 
It looked like my house, but cleaner than it was used to. I eyed down and reconized my old E.T shirt, which was evidently too short for me. But I quickly noticed that I was very.. VERY close to the floor, only I was standing. 
I raised my head to see what was happening. Five men. Of all different ages. I turned around and saw my father, younger than he was supposed to be, cash in his hand. I gazed back to the five men, who were staring at me scarily. 

I already know this scene... Like... I've already lived it.

I reminded all that night. Those guys were going to rape me. Moreover, at that time, my genitor had taught me that I had to enter in the game... So I was doing adult things like hickies and all, while I was maybe six, or less. 

"Oh.. You're good at it, Tooru..." The oldest one almost moaned. 

I wanted to throw up. The little me and the now me wanted to. 

"Furui Ozomashi, uh... It's my turn, now !" Another called the dotard. 

"Wait a little, man.."

After that, they all started to fight. I was already crying, and it didn't help. I mean... My younger self was sobbing. Blood were spewed of the guy's faces.
I sealed my eyelids tightly, and opened them rapidly. 

"Fucking shit !" I exclaimed. 

"Oh Yuka !! Are you okay !?" 

"Uh... I'm better..." I responded to the male next to me. 

And I understood I had fainted. I was all sticky because of the sweat. Adding to that, I was breathing loudly. 

"Can you... Open the window ?" I asked. 

"Sure !"

I felt some air on my skin, even if we were in July, since it was the night, we could distinguished a fresh wind. 

"Thanks..." 

I inspired for some minutes untill my breath finally stabilized. 

"I know you just woke up, but we should sleep, it's getting late..." My childhood friend suggested. 

I nodded and the tan skinned turned off the light. He fastly fell asleep whereas I was cogitating about the flashback I had. A name was constently repeating in my mind. 

Furui Ozomashi. 

The old man. I felt obliged to search his name on internet. 
As I was scrolling, I just found his social media. Only, he had posted nothing on it. 
When I reached the end, the very last link was about... His death..? 
Guess it was logical, he was already pretty old in my memory... 
I returned to his facebook and clicked on his friends. He had only one, who was a woman. 
I pointed out it was his wife due to her posts. By the way, they were not recent... 
I continued scrolling on the old lady account.

An adress ! 

It was.. Really near from home.

I'll go visit her, one day...

My orbs were stinging because of tiredness. I so unlocked my phone and burried my face into a pillow, trying to reach sleep.