Rebellion

Excitement

Satoko stared at his arm often. The scar caused by the net, she didn't know what would happen if they reacted seconds too late. If there would be bones instead of skin. It was noticeable, but he always did wear long clothing. She didn't wanna look at it, for it only reminded her of what he actually was. A demon. Shiro was a demon. His looks didn't change, his age changes but he never grows old, she'll die and he'll live on. Would he even find her old ragged body attractive? Will he leave her for someone that looked young like him? It all made her nervous. She felt so connected to him that she already couldn't imagine a world without him. 

He caught her staring at his arm, gripping the arm with the scar with his hand, trying to subtly cover it. He didn't want it to be shown, but it was so obvious on his pale skin that it was hilarious. He couldn't change it, the mark wasn't shallow enough to hide. Shiro felt bad for attaching himself to her. It's like he was destined to hurt her. He shouldn't have done it, he'll just hurt her like everyone else, which she really didn't deserve. 

Their walking wasn't long, it didn't even last a full day. Satoko was so glad she found him. She didn't even want to think about what would've happened if she hadn't. She felt so glad for being trained as a Setsuko for once, just for this little while. If it wasn't for their training here, she wouldn't know where she was and she sure as hell wouldn't help Shiro. If only this didn't even have to happen, all this test shit.

The two of them walked to the finish line, known as the meeting place. A group of men were waiting there, looking terribly tired from waiting for people. Half of them were sleeping, the others were awake, as if they were making shifts. They looked at the couple, signaling them to come closer. They obliged.

"Name and surname please." He told her, his pen getting ready to write on the small notebook he carried around. 

"Miki Satoko." The blacked haired girl spoke up first, obviously the more confident one of the two.

"Akiyama Shiro." He stated, looking embarrassed at his name once again.

As expected, the man did look amused for a second. Shiro looked embarrassed, with crossed arms and slightly flushed cheeks. The man wrote their names on a sort of list. She noticed it said 'survivors' on the notebook. Satoko noticed only ten names, including her own. She gulped. How many would even survive? It was only day one, so she was still a bit hopeful. But this was so senseless. A lot of people could've died, including Shiro with the holy water wounds.

Once they were dismissed, she walked away with Shiro, trying not to think about it. 

"You know what we should do?" Shiro asked, wanting to get this off her mind.

"Go fishing?" She questioned, looking at his confused reaction.

"Fishing? You have real rivers with fish here?" He got confused and Satoko laughed a bit.

"I'm just kidding, Whitey." She grinned as she looked up at him. 

"Oh, I knew that." He stated with a flat tone and she couldn't help but laugh again. 

"Tell me the plan." She smiled curiously. 

"You haven't been eating your hamburgers in a while, so I was thinking..." Her happy tone made him lose his sentence.

"Yes! Let's go!" She pulled him by the hand, getting him through town fast with obvious enthusiasm.

He was right. Ever since he was living with her, her diet has been much better. She ate what he cooked her, which was always delicious. She even noticed she lost a few pounds. His cooking made her feel happy, but she noticed something. She ate her hamburgers so much that she completely forgot why she loved them. Those hamburgers were a special occasion thing, which would always get her excited. She didn't eat them as much, which made the enjoyment so much better. She almost felt like she was five years back in time, all the way back when her parents would buy that as a reward or as a special surprise. She felt childlike joy. She couldn't help but feel thankful to Shiro who made her feel such feelings.

"You're very excited about this." Shiro smiled at her, enjoying her childlike enthusiasm.

"Those are my special hamburgers, how could I not be?" She giggled, which even made her question herself.

Once they were inside, she looked at the menu very carefully, but with full and big eyes. As if she was having a hard time deciding. She always picked the regular hamburger, but that's because she could only afford that one every day without going bankrupt. Now that she had much more money saved up, she could actually buy other ones she used to love. 

"You can have any one you want. I'll be paying." He smiled at her.

She hugged him from thankfulness and excitement. He didn't see her like this ever in his lifetime. It was so odd, yet he enjoyed it. Her smile was cute, even if her teeth weren't very straight and very white. She had imperfections, which he found cuter than if she had perfect teeth. 

When the waiter came, she ordered some type of hamburger that had some bacon in it. It looked like she was oddly nostalgic for it, but thank god in a happy way. It just looked like she couldn't wait for her food. She ordered him the same one, he didn't really know what was good. The first time he tried a hamburger was all the way since they met. Half a year has passed since then and he was still not really sure what would be considered good. 

Shiro was quite pleased when he did get the food though. He liked it quite a lot and it didn't taste like anything he could eat all the way back while he was alive. It just had such a different taste. He noticed Satoko looking at him with a look full of expectations. Her eyes were hopeful and her mouth was smiling even though she was eating. He couldn't help but smile.

"I like it, but it still isn't better than my dad's cooking." He answered, to which she answered with throwing a napkin at his face.

"You're just an old grandpa!" She laughed.

"What? No, I'm not!" He argued.

"Whaaat? Look at your hair, Whitey. All you need is to go bald." She laughed at him as he got obviously embarrassed. 

She had fun with him. He was the only person who could bring a smile on her face so often. What would she do without him?