Rebellion

Staying

Satoko sat on her couch, not doing anything interesting in peculiar. She was just on her phone, scrolling through it. Although, it suddenly began vibrating. She got shaken up. She cursed Ayase's name under her breath.

"Hello?" She said, her heart calming down.

"Are you coming to the meeting today?" Ayase asked her, her voice still sad from yesterday.

She wasn't mad at Satoko at all. She couldn't stay mad at her best friend for a stupid fight.

"Yes, I am. There's nothing you can do to change my mind." Satoko said, thinking she will try changing her mind.

"Alright. I'll be waiting." Was the only thing Ayase said.

Satoko looked at the phone weirdly.

Was this really Ayase?

"Thanks..." Satoko said, suspicion deep in her voice.

"See you then. Hope you have a nice day." Ayase said sweetly, her tone of voice making Satoko calm down.

Yeah. That indeed was Ayase.

"Yeah, you too."

7 PM came really quickly.

It was like yesterday didn't even happen. Ayase and her were normally chatting, forgetting their little fight. Ayase really didn't want them arguing for no reason, it wasn't good to fight with people. Especially if it's your best friend.

"How come you decided to come?" Satoko asked Ayase.

"I really don't like you being on your own." Her brown haired friend answered, feeling genuine worry.

Satoko didn't really know limits. Ayase always said that Satoko was too stubborn for her own good. And her stubborn nature combined with The White Walls... Didn't seem like a good idea.

"Thanks for worrying for me." Satoko smiled at her best friend, flattered that Ayase was showing so much care.

Their conversation came to an end when Hiroji walked on stage. Next to him was someone new though. The guy was twenty six, his hair the same as Hiroji. Dark brown and cut very short. The only difference is that the young man had a slight beard. He was quite the muscly built and he was just as tall, if not taller, than his father. They had very similar facial features, but the most recognizable thing on him was his dark green eyes. Of course, he was a Setsuko, no doubt about it.

"Hm, a fair amount of you came back." The oldest Setsuko grinned.

He looked less serious than the younger man, even though he was at least 20 years older.

"Write your names on a paper. We need them here. Also your phone number would be preferred." He continued talking but then looked at the younger man.

"Give it to Naoki here. After all, he will be your leader later... Or sooner, depending how successful we are with getting away with this." Hiroji joked about his own death, looking lie it didn't bother him much.

After all, all he did care about was this gang having a proper leader. If it's a proper leader that isn't him, he didn't care if he died.

"Do we have to?" Satoko mumbled, always being against giving away personal information.

"You can still go home if you want to..." Ayase mumbled as she wrote down her name.

Satoko frowned and with a quick pace wrote down her own name. Like she was eager to prove her wrong. She walked over to Naoki, her serious face fading a bit when she saw him. He had a very serious face as he picked up her paper, acting like he didn't know the girl who lived with him for five long years. Satoko sighed. She didn't expect for him to be friendly when he had such a huge expectation above his head. The leader of The White Walls wasn't a small task indeed.

Ayase gave her a worried glance before she gulped. She walked over to her brother, fear in her eyes. She was the last one to give her paper. She looked at his eyes, the eyes identical to hers. She gave him a very frightened look, not knowing if she should even give him the paper.

His cold gaze made her even more nervous. When he saw tears in her eyes, his facial expression seemed to soften. He just subtly shook his head, as if to tell her not to do it. His eyes showed slight begging.

Ayase gulped and looked at Satoko, who was looking at their weird exchange. Ayase held her breath, closed her eyes and showed the paper in Naoki's hand. She felt his hand trying to hold hers a bit, but her small fingers slipped away.

Naoki looked at the paper in surprise and fear. He couldn't do anything except crunch it in his hands in pure anger and rage. She was going to get hurt. She was weak and fragile, she was underweight and easily cold. She couldn't even sleep with her lights off. Now... She'll get ruined.

"Is everything okay there?" He heard his father's voice, sounding very mocking rather than worried.

He closed his eyes once again. Why did this have to happen?

"Everything is fine, father." He walked back to him, handing him the papers.

"Since there are a lot of you and the forest is big, we'll have to be split up into separate groups. We'll have 20 groups of 5 people. There are 10 sections of the forest. 10 groups work on Saturdays, Mondays and Thursdays, the others work the other days. Sundays are free. We work only at night, less suspicion from the cops... Although, much more danger from the demons. That'll be your job to deal with them though." He grinned at the last words.

"We didn't sign up for this!" One of the mean in the crowd yelled.

"As a matter of fact, you did. I have your info here. You can't really escape without consequences." Hiroji mentioned, suddenly his cheery and mocking tone getting a dark subtext.

"... You won't even manage to get to your homes." He smiled as he motioned to a lot of men behind him.

His intention was obvious.

"Never go into things without much explanation behind it. Usually bad people are behind them." He sighed to himself, very satisfied of the naivety of these people.

Ayase looked at him with pure disgust. She got so scared and worried. She knew he would pull something like that, exactly why she didn't want anyone she loved here.

Yet everyone... Everyone she loved was here.

Her hands shook. She could never control anything in her life. Everyone could get killed. Just because she was born in a lousy name. The Setsuko family name was a curse. It really fucking was.

"Make the groups, Naoki." Hiroji demanded, as he left the stage.

Naoki went off stage, also disappointed with his life. All because of one surname. He just started giving orders, grouping people how he wanted.

Now nobody could get out of this gang.