Love or Death - Taro x Ayano x Budo

Chapter 8: She is Back

Now in perspective of Taro:
I'm together with Ayano, but only at school, she still sleep at Budo's place or at her home. We don't speak after school, only as much as we did before. But it makes me happy having her in my arms at school even if not to often since Budo gives me looks that feel like he'd snap any moment. At least I get to kiss her once a day. This days that we are going to pretend to be together will probably be the happiest of my life.

Now in perspective of Ayano:
It's only Monday and Budo was already about to blow our plan at club activities. Everyone from the club knew about our break up and were feeling awkward when we were sitting next to each other as if nothing happened and when Budo accidentally called me Aya-chan and then corrected himself it became to awkward so we ended activities early.
I slept again at Budo since I needed his help to clean the wound again and put new bandages. Budo's mother put him again to prepare dinner and the two of us just talked about baby Budo and how he used to want to become a shinigami from Bleach and put orange paint in his hair to look like Ichigo and she had to wash his hair for three hours. And also how he once got the ball stuck on the roof of his friends house and how he climbed on the roof and he fell when he was getting down and broke his arm. He seams to have had a good childhood, I'm so happy for him. The only happy memories from my childhood are before I turned 5, but I don't remember much because I was so young. Then we went to bed.
In the morning I tried to do my own bento since everyone knew I can't cook and if they saw Budo's bento they might have suspected something again. It was not as bad as I expected, I actually learned something from Budo, but his are still a hundred times better. At lunch time I understood how Budo was feeling when I was with Taro, a girl came to him and started flirting and gave him a bento that he ended up giving to Hayato that had forgotten his lunch. After school me, Taro and Budo decided to go to my house.
I opened the door, I put the school bag in a corner and then sat down on the couch. "It still hurts, it heals slower since we didn't get professional help". "Aya, whose shoes are this?". Budo showed at the entrance a pair of shoes that was neither mine or their. "No, she didn't come back". "I wondered how long it would take you to notice". I looked at the stairs, my mother was there. She is back! "Are you going to introduce this two young men to me?". "This is Masuda Budo, my boyfriend and this is Yamada Taro, my boyfriend at school". "Well, I see that you move fast". "What are you trying to insinuate?". "Where were you last night?". "At Budo's place". "And what did you do". "He helped me clean this wound". "And how did you get that wound". "It was an accident". "Right, accident, sure". She things I killed someone, she doesn't know I changed. "I didn't kill anyone if you are thinking about that". "You don't have a problem talking about this with those two here". "No, I trust both of them". "Trust? Haha, that funny. You trusting someone isn't possible, you can't trust someone if you have your emotions off". "I turned them on". "I see... didn't expect it, I thought it would take at least one more year before you did that". "What do you mean?". "I thought you would find yourself a senpai to love slower. You are faster than I was". "I'm not like you!". She gets on my nerves, comparing the two of us. "Yes, you are like me, or worse than me, at the age of 5 you already had killed someone. Remember? You killed your own sister". "Stop, you are supposed to be her mother, don't make her remember horrible memories like that". Budo took my hand. "So you know about that, I'm surprised she told you". "You know what, I don't feel like dealing with you right now. Let's go up to my room". I pulled Budo's arm up the stairs and Taro followed. "Is it fine to ignore her?". Taro said after he closed the door to my room. "Yes, I ignored her all the time in the past".
We talked until it was late and they had to leave. I hugged Budo one last time and closed the door. "So are you going to tell me what happened while I was gone?". "Why should I?". "Because I'm your mother and it's interesting". "You didn't care in the past". "Now I do, all types of stuff happened that you didn't do in the past". I ended up telling her all that happened. "You are weak". "I'm not weak, I'm stronger than before". "How is crying all the time and getting hurt to save a girl that hates you better?". "At least I'm not a monster like you". She pushed me against a wall and pulled my head up by my fringe. "Monster? Hah, yes, I am a monster and I'm stronger than you, I don't let emotions rule me, I rule over them and I don't do stupid mistakes like you". She pulled me harder, looked into my eyes and then let me go and I dropped on the floor. "See, you are weak, you are probably hopping one of them will come help you now". She is right, I do depend on them... "If you controlled you feeling you wouldn't be in this situation, you would have at least tried to defend yourself". She is right... I'm weak... No! I can't listen to her. "I hoped you would be stronger. Your sister was to nice for her own good, since you were young you showed more signs of strength then she ever did. So I used her to give you an early start". "She was your daughter!". I was crying again. I'm weak... "Disappointing, you are just as weak as you father". "What does he have to do with anything? He left a long time, he doesn't care about me". "Haha, so you didn't figure it out". "Figure out what?". "I killed him when you were 7. He tried to escape and take you with him, so I stopped him from ever leaving me again". She took me by the arm to the garage, took out a locked metal box and gave me a key. I felt all of my insides turn around and all the blood leave my face. Inside were bones... I realized what she meant by "stopped him from ever leaving". Those were the bones of my father. I felt sick and looked away, but she turned my head back so I would look at him. "S-s-sto-op...". I dropped to the ground and cried so hard I couldn't breath. "Weak!". I couldn't fight anymore, all of the times I ever killed someone, thought about killing came back to me. She laughed at me and then pulled me back into the house.