To Run Away

Chapter 3

(Time skip, Tuesday morning)

The sound of a fist knocking on wood woke her this morning. She quickly got out of bed, asking who it was in the process.

"Who the fuck else would it be? Can I come in? Ya decent?"

Young master.. perhaps he found out that she still trained in her room yesterday?

"Yes, you may come in."

Fuyuhiko walked into her room, or better described as her closet. He noticed that it felt a bit smaller than the last time he came in here. "Sorry 'bout last night."

Well that was sudden.

"There is nothing to apologize for, even if you had done something wrong, it would not matter. You may treat me however you like." She responded truthfully.

"Can I treat you like a normal damn human being then?"

Peko blinked a few times.

"Young master, you know that I am simply a-"

His voice was raised, even louder than last time, as he cut her off. "If you say your a tool one more fucking time.." His fists were raised, and it looked like he was.. Shaking?

He sighed.

"Sit on the bed, Peko."

She did as he said.

He sat on the creaking bed along with her, and turned to face her. His expression was serious, yet still so full of emotion. He looked almost as if he was.. In pain..

"Listen to me... your not a god damned tool, got it? You are a human being. You can experience emotions, you can experience relaxation, fuck you can even experience love if you wanted to. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. The way they raised you to believe this is.. sickening. To make someone believe that they are worth no more than a fucking dog is awful."

Peko couldn't comprehend what was going on. Surely he was kidding.

"I know I tell you this all the time, but this time I have had enough with your self-deprivation. You act as if you are some object that I can do whatever the fuck I want to, but you aren't. Your my friend, Peko."

Friend? A master and his tool can be friends?

"Listen to me, Peko, i'm gonna get us out of here. I got a car from a friend, and we are gonna leave this shit hole and get our own place. Of course if.. If that's what you want..?"

He was going to take his tool with him and run away? How odd.

He deadpanned and looked into Peko's fiery red eyes. "Of course. I shall follow you wherever you must go."

"You still don't get it, do you?"

He truly looked like he was in pain now, his wincing expression tugged at Peko's heart a bit.. But what was she to do about it? She was a tool and that was all there was to it.

"Listen, I want you to make this decision as a human being, not as a tool. Don't just go wherever I go. I wanna fucking know if you want to ditch this hell hole too!"

But was it really alright for a tool to decide something for her master? It made her cringe at just the thought, but... if it would help her young master feel better, perhaps should would give it a shot.

For..for him.

And so she thought... she thought about it. For the first time in forever, she was about to make a decision. But she had been raised as a tool, how on earth would she know how to act like something she is not?

......

"I-I want to go with you.." and that was her truthful answer.

"I'm.. glad.." Fuyuhiko was clearly blushing. "And please, Peko, stop calling me "young master"..We have known eachother since we were kids for fucks sake, you don't need to be so formal and shit.."

Peko nodded.

A wave of silence hit, and for a few seconds they just stared into each other's eyes, into each other's souls.

She was dying to break the silence.

"If I may ask, how did you get this car? Also, you are not of legal driving age."

The gangster in front of her was still clearly happy from their previous conversation, and his tone had changed. "It's Kazuichi. He said he'd drive us over the border if we wanted. He knows of our situation and relationship as well."

Ah, so that's what happened.

"Alright." Peko was still confused, but went along with it. She needed to go with him, and she needed to protect him. She knew he wanted her to think of herself as human, but if she was not a tool, then what was her purpose in life? The only reason she got out of bed was for Fuyuhiko...

.....

Maybe she could pretend to not be a tool, if only for a while.. Anything to never see that pained expression on her dear Fuyuhiko's face again..

.....

"F-fuyuhiko.." When was the last time she had called him that? Just saying it made her feel an unexplainable feeling. His name came out of her mouth and broke the silence, and for a second she thought she had broken Fuyuhiko as well. His mouth was agape and he was completely red. Perhaps he was ill?

.....

She stared him directly in the eyes and put her hand to his forehead. "P-Peko the fuck are you doing?" He instinctively crawled back a bit, defensively putting a hand in front of himself.

Peko was practically on top of him now.

"I was seeing if you had a fever. Your red in the face."

And that statement only made him become more red. He was practically the color of Peko's eyes at this point. "I-It's nothing! I'm fucking fine, ok?" It seemed as if he was telling himself that rather than Peko.

The swords-woman gave a slight nod and backed off of him..