The Rising Truth

Ticking Time Bomb

I was supposed to update yesterday but I got sleepy, so I said I was going to update early today but I was busy but I finally got it. Oh, I'm so excited to write the next couple chapters. Drama and angst, oh how I've missed you.

Anyways, I have another chance at my ACT because I totally failed my first time. I finally got my journal for bullet journaling and my concert is coming up and I'm so excited.

I want to say that I'll update this weekend but it depends on my homework load, so if not, then maybe Wednesday or Thursday.

Thank you so much for commenting and reading/voting.

Yuzuru pov.

"Alright, if Shoma, for any reason, suffers any signs of being poisoned like foaming of the mouth, turning blue, eyes rolling back, then give him these." I stared at her in wide-eyed fear as she shoved a bottle of pills into my hands. "One pill and call 119 immediately. This thing will buy Shoma two hours. Also, if he gets shot, stabbed, or is suffering from any major open wounds, take off your jacket and press it against the wound and apply pressure. If anything goes wrong, call Hiroshi immediately." Marianne told me as if it was the most normal thing in the world but I was trembling in fear.

She turned to Shoma, "Be careful, okay? Pay attention to your food and your drink and remember to act gracious, don't be defensive. Also, stay with Yuzuru." Shoma nodded.

She turned to her husband, "Be careful and take care, okay?"

He nodded and smiled and kissed her and turned and headed for the car. As I said goodbye and turned to follow Hiroshi, I couldn't help but feel jealous. They are able to show their affection in their home and in public. They can kiss and hug without fear. Oh, how I envied them.

I sat in the back with Shoma in Hiroshi's fancy black car. The amount of preparation for this was insane. I had to go out and buy a new fitted suit and tie and dress shoes. I had to get a proper haircut. I was lectured on how to sit and eat and drink. I learned that I hated the world of upper-class manners where everyone and everything seems fake and distant. If I hated it that much from my lessons, then I wonder how bad it must be for me when I get to the event.

Shoma looked more nervous about it than I did. He had been quiet since this morning and kept looking down at the floor. Sliding my hand on top of his, I whisper "Are you okay, Shoma?"

He looked up and gave me a slight smile and shook his head, "No, I really worried."

I returned him a small smile but my heart wrenched, "Don't worry, I'll be here."

Shoma's smile a bit bigger and leaned in until he was resting his head against my chest. He picked up my right hand and placed his right next to it. The ring shone brightly in the light that was coming through the window. We were together. We had to stay together. We were fated to stay together.

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Fancy was the only word that I could use to describe the scene. The room was huge and made of glass with one side of the wall opened to a beautiful garden. Women in their fancy tea dress with strings of pearls and diamonds. Men showed off their Rolexes and diamond cufflinks. It was pretty much a playground for the fabulously rich. I could feel stares on me. I could feel their gaze as I and Shoma walked past everyone. Hiroshi was whisked away to join a group of men talking about their work and their women. The extravagance and carelessness of the inhabitants of the room reminded me of the part that Gatsby threw minus all the dancing.

I felt Shoma loop his arm around mind and held his head high and I felt a surge of pride as he led towards the tables seated at the edge of the room and the garden. Shoma was calling on his persona that he showed during Loco and for a moment I forgot where I was. He looked like a warrior ready to take on the world.