Rebellion

Only Strength

Days passed, so did weeks. Weeks, and even months. But nobody came to Satoko's house. No matter how she sure was, she'd still often times be scared of Ayase changing her mind. Three months passed since she last saw her. Satoko would stay up long at night, awaiting her men to kill her in her sleep. She found happiness in Shiro, she didn't want it to end. Killing her off would ruin the happy life they could have. 

But as much as she feared Ayase, nothing did happen. No attack, no threats, no beatings. She stopped feeling so threatened, but Satoko would often find herself not getting sleep from worrying too much about Ayase and The White Walls. After all, nothing was keeping her from doing the worse she could. She would never listen. 

Shiro would always comfort her, trying to tell her comforting words, although deep down he was much more worried than her. He didn't know what type of girl Ayase was, but judging it now she seemed ruthless. But he wanted to continue being in the gang, no matter how dangerous it could be.

"I won't let you join that gang! She'll try to kill you off the moment she sees you!" Satoko yelled, trying to not let him through the door.

"Satoko, neither of us have a job and we barely have enough money for anything. I need a high paying job." Shiro tried moving her out of the way without hurting her, but her violent attempts at stopping him were making the job quite difficult. 

"I'm looking for a job, you can get one with me! One that doesn't include your life being on the line!" Satoko pushed him away from the door one more time, making him finally stop in annoyance.

He looked pissed off. He had enough of the two of them living in this house. Food was getting more and more expensive and neither of them had a job. The money they had saved up from the gang was slowly fading away and who knows what would happen when that ran out. There was no other way, he had to join it.

"I don't want you to live on the edge, you can do better and I can make it happen." He continued, being stubborn.

"I don't care if we're living on the edge, as long as you're with me. You can have the lowest paying job, and I'll still be happy." Satoko said, looking at him with eyes full of tears.

He looked at the floor, frustrated at himself. Why couldn't this be simple?

"Because I'm not good at anything else! Strength is all I have!" Shiro yelled out, his frustration and confusion obvious.

Satoko seemed like she gave up on the tough act, showing him a sympathetic face, as if she finally understood why he was so worked up about this. 

"No, it isn't. You're really smart, caring, mature..." She trailed off, noticing just how much she liked about him.

"No. I'm not. I'm just a stupid animal waiting to go wild. I can't do anything else." Shiro continued, his stubbornness obvious. 

"You're more than that! You can still control yourself!" Satoko tried her best to make him believe the opposite of what he felt. 

"Still. It won't be long. I'll get killed off just like before..." He mumbled under his breath.

Satoko looked at him weirdly. 

"Before...?" She stood quiet as she watched him. 

He sighed and looked at the side, looking frustrated all over again. He slid his hand through his messy white hair, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Shiro, how did you die?" Satoko questioned, as if she never even thought about the fact that demons were before living people.

After all, it was just a theory. Nobody knew what exactly demons were, just beings that escaped from a gaping hole in the sky, which most perceived to be hell. It was noted that they went insane the longer they were breathing. Their weaknesses were revealed. But what exactly they were? Only theories were made. Dead people? Just monsters from another universe? Beings from another plane of existence? Nobody knew. But she did now. 

"... I got killed. I was in a gang." The description was brief, yet it revealed a lot about him.

"Who killed you?" Satoko asked, confusion written on her face, along with obvious care.

But he didn't react too fondly of it. His fist went in the wall near Satoko, making her scream and flinch. That was close, too close. It almost hit her. Was he trying to do that? Or did he just miss her? She looked up at him in fear, hoping to see him smiling as if he was pranking her. But she only got terrified as she saw his eyes glow, just like they were three months ago. She got reminded of the year 2017, making her stomach churn. 

"I hate them! They used me! My mom was right, I'm only good for fighting! Oh, too bad the war passed, or else you would've been a great target!" He seemed to be imitating someone on the last sentence, but yet his voice was still uncontrollable. 

He lifted his hand, pushing a chair on the floor which landed very near Satoko. She jumped again, getting terrified. She couldn't help but to stand paralyzed as she looked at the boy she loved. He looked identical to the beast that almost killed her on that fateful day. It was terrifying to even imagine the thought that those two entities were the same beings. 

"P-Please! Don't!" Satoko muttered out, backing up against the wall, still scared from the chair that was pushed in front of her.

"I do what I want to!" He yelled at her, getting close to her.

She looked up at him, noticing he got centimeters away from her face in very short time. Their noses touching, this was the first time she felt scared about it. Not nervous, but outright scared. Her eyes got teary, shaking her head fiercely. 

"Which means..." He whispered in hear ear, but she felt him get a grin.

She gulped. Will it come to this? His hand slid onto her waist. She'll bare it. He'll return to normal. She'll take all the shit he gives her, all for his true side. His sweet side that makes her blush. No matter what he does to her, she'll forgive him.

"Which means..." His voice shook. 

Satoko gasped a tiny bit. His voice was almost normal. Almost like the Shiro she knew. She felt his hands wrap around her, his face buried in her neck. She felt something wet as he sobbed harshly. And through all the apologies and cries, she couldn't be angry at him the slightest bit. She loved him. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't handle him at his worst, when he's done the same, if not more?