Kazuo

4: Transform

4: Transform

I woke at a hospital with Kenzo by my side. He quickly ran to me as I woke. "Ki, you alright?" He touched my shoulder.

"What happened?" I had forgotten what happened to me.

"Kazuo beat the shit out of you because you were talking with his girlfriend. Luckily me and everyone was about to leave and caught the ruckus."

My mind slowly recollected all the events that happened. I slowly got up to look at the mirror. My face was swollen, purple, and all over fucked up. "This bitch!" I growled as I touched my face.

"Why don't you stay with me at my apartment for a few weeks. Stay away from Kazuo."

I took a pause to think of the appropriate course of action. It would be the smarter decision to stay with Kenzo until my face heals up. We were already close to spring break week so starting a early spring break wouldn't be a awful idea. I don't want people to see me this way anyway.

"I'll stay with you."

"I'm sorry you couldn't meet anyone. I felt it was my fault that this happened." He looked regretful.

"Kenzo, it's okay. When can I go home?"

"Now if you want to. I got a guest room for you."

"Okay, thank you." I nodded.

-

That night I talked on the phone with Satoshi. He didn't have many friends and I decided to give him my number since Kazuo didn't want Satoshi to have his personal number. I felt bad for the kid since he seemed so invested into Kazuo who could give less shits about him.

"Are you okay Kazuo? I haven't seen you a lot." He said.

"I'm fine. Just really busy." My face felt so sore to even speak, but talking to Satoshi calmed my soul a bit more. It just hurts me whenever he would call me Kazuo.

"Are you always going to be busy?" I heard a hint of sadness in his voice.

I sighed. "It's not that I want to be it's just I am conflicted with life. I want to have a ton of friends but at the same time I need to be alone in order to process my thoughts. I'm not sure if you get me." Sometimes I forget that I'm conversing with a kid.

"Yeah, but I'll always chase after you. One day I want to live in a house together. We will never be separated again." I could hear the smile in his voice. He is so content spurring out fantasies that won't be attainable. I could make it happen for him. I want to. However, I knew me loving him would only cause him problems. Our age gap, our views on life, everything was on two different worlds and he couldn't see it at this premature age.

"Haha maybe." I said just to change the subject. I wish I was this young again to feel what he feels, but my childhood wasn't as bright.

-

After a few weeks of staying at Kenzo's house, I finally went back to my own home. My parents could care less where I was. They probably didn't even know of my absence. Useless swines.

I noticed the house was quiet. My parents were probably sleeping. My mind was set on what I wanted to do. I gripped on my backpack tightly as I made my way upstairs.

I peeked in Kazuo's room and he wasn't there. He was probably out with his friends since he goes out on Friday.

I went in his room and locked it. I found it unfair that he had the room with the lock. Though at this moment it served me some relevant assistance. I started rummaging through all his things. All the stupid journals he had, all his portfolios, everything. I started taking pictures of every single one of them to know who Kazuo is. What he likes. Who his friends are. Kazuo Sahara, I will ruin you.