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Make... No mistake... I'm a sociopath. God that sounded evil. Let's rewind a little. I grew up all over Honshu, house, after house, restraining order after restraining order, everything just kinda blends in. If the divorce rate is 50/50, my dad landed on tails like eight times. So by the time I was 16, right? I moved from seven different houses and attended six different school districts. After awhile, you don't see a point in making friends. The Vitamin C graduation song? yeah, can't relate. But then, one year, all of that almost changed?? For the first time EVER I found myself in a school for two consecutive years, going on three. And then like...I started turning pretty a month into highschool so the "guys hitting on you" social leverage was really awesome. The popular girls would talk to me all of the time, and they were just STUPID. Like they had always been pretty. Never left out, never alone. And when I think about it...all the thinking I've ever done was when I was alone. I was nice about it, and thought I'd always be nice about it. Finally in one place to build a steady reputation. And then life said FUCK THAT. My PIECE OF SHIT GAMER BROTHER got us evicted for pirating LOTUS JUICE MIXTAPES. IT'S LIKE, NOT EVEN GOOD MUSIC??? Anyway, so he was crying, packing up the moving boxes and that's when he told me we're moving out of the prefecture! And I JUST got settled! I said "FUCK YOU I'll talk to Dad." I put the boxes down, go up to his room, knock on the door and... BOOM. A GUNSHOT. My second Christmas KILLED HIMSELF! I walked in...floor looked like a whole ass video game, just blood everywhere. And get this, his suicide note was stuck to the minifridge with a Cookie Monster magnet. All he wrote on it? Minako's fault.... I'm Minako by the way hiiiii…WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM?! Maybe I missed the office softball game? Men are so into this revenge suicide thing.
But whatever. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters...
I'm moving....AGAIN. City, prefecture, region, all the same fate. But I've always said that while leaving. This time...It's on arrival.
“Due to a malfunction in the switching system, today’s rail schedule has been greatly altered. We apologize to any customers who were in a hurry. The next stop is Iwatodai.”
“Are you shitting me?“ Minako glanced up from her magazine. “Another delay? God anyone who jumps in front of trains should maybe remember that the rest of us actually ride the fucking things. Why can’t they just cut themselves like normal people?”
It was late, almost 9 PM, and the Arisato twins had been stuck on the train for hours. Honestly, Minako wouldn’t have really minded it, but she’d been stuck with her useless, pedophile, manchild brother Minato. Fortunately, at the moment, he was out cold, sleeping, his DS-or-whatever-you-call-it on his lap. Anyway, it was gonna be another few hours, so Minako went back to her magazine, ignoring all the men staring at an unaccompanied underage girl.
No, Minato wasn’t completely worthless. The simple fact that she was in his company usually prevented any older men from catcalling or annoying her. Now of course, if he were awake, he’d probably be ignoring it, thinking it would be funny. Men were like that. But still, every time the two were out together, there would be far fewer creepy comments coming her way. Will she ever admit this to her brother? Hell no. Not like he’d understand anyway.
Minako decided to review her orientation pamphlet for the millionth time. Riveting stuff. She adjusted her uniform buttons again- she hated her new Gekkoukan uniform. Uncomfortable, unstylish, and great at attracting creeps, just like one of Minato’s anime characters.
This school's better be worth it. Dad died for this. Right when she had an actual decent social life, and actual friends and…
She sighed. She untwisted a bottle of percocet, the last of her dad’s supply she managed to smuggle from the cops. Even if she rationed them out, she'd only have at most a week before she’d be empty. And she had no Xan, no addies, nothing else to substitute. Well she’d have to make do for now. She popped a pill.
She glanced at her brother again. Minus the drool on his face, Minato almost looked normal in his uniform, certainly better than the stained Elder Scrolls or John Halo or whatever t-shirts he usually wore. He wasn’t even that bad-looking or stupid, she thought to herself. If he ever cleaned himself up, at least he could pass off as an actual productive member of society. Wait, was that sympathy for her brother? Ugh. Disgusting.
“Huh, where are we?” Minato was jerked awake by his sister.
“We’re here, dumbass. Use your brain for once.”
“God you’re such a bitch sometimes.”
The audacity of Minato to call her a bitch. Hah! Normally, she’d call him a worthless NEET or whatever, but she was far too tired to say anything.
She simply rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get to the dorm.”
They were the only ones left on the train at that point. They stepped off, right as the clock rang out, signaling midnight.
“Why is everything so green?” Minato complained.
Minako glanced around, surprised, everything did seem a bit greener. Eh, not a problem. Maybe it was the ocean, or something.
Tatsumi Port City was quite small, so they decided to walk. Minako was too tired to be aware of her surroundings, but-
“Uh, what are those coffin things?”
She glanced around- there were no people besides them, only giant coffins and dark pools of liquid lining the streets.
Anyway, they finally reached the designated dorm. Pretty easy to find, honestly, especially with the massive moon providing ample light. They would’ve gotten there faster, but Minato was obviously scared shitless. God, what a pussy.
“Uh, sis I don’t think we should-”
“Shut up, I want an actual bed to sleep in for once”
She gasped in surprise- the dorm was way nicer than she thought. She was expecting something akin to a military barracks, where everyone was assigned a tiny bunk and 20 people had to share a bathroom with one working shower. Instead, she gazed upon a large, pleasant common space. Four large armchairs surrounding a coffee table and facing a nice TV. It even had the latest CD player- not that she’d know of course. The living room faced an obvious kitchen area, though she couldn’t see it that clearly.
“Welcome.”
Minako shook, and focused on where the voice came from. A young, blue-haired boy- couldn’t have been older than 12- stood there. He was barefoot, wearing a tattered striped shirt. Then, an acidic, nauseating scent. She instinctively looked to her left. Minato had peed himself.
“You’re late. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
He approached the twins, holding out a piece of paper in each of his hands. “If you want to proceed, then please sign here. It’s a contract.”
He sniffed the air, grimacing. “There’s no need to be scared. It only binds you to accepting full responsibility for your actions.”
Minako snapped out of her stupor. “Ok, who the hell are you? I already got accepted what the fuck do I need this contract for? Is this some sort of prank? Get out before I kick in your shins, kid.”
“Please just sign the contract.” He extended it out to her.
Perhaps I’ll just humor him, she thought. She was too tired to think straight. She took a piece of paper, and read it. A heavy piece of parchment, with a single line of text. I chooseth this fate of mine own free will. Below that, a place to sign.
”Fuck it, why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”