Vengeance; Punishment inflicted in retaliation for an injury or offense
Japan
The Year 2080
A Small City In Japan
Arata’s Home
Just After Midnight
Tokui quietly enters Arata’s house where he is staying.
To his surprise Arata is asleep on the lazy boy chair, with a huge Slurpee in his hand.
Tokui smiles slightly.
The room is a lit by the blue glow of Arata’s television.
Tokui tiptoes into the bedroom where he is staying.
Fortunately Arata has two bedrooms in his place.
Tokui takes off his shirt, and though his physique is in shape, there are many scars upon his upper body.
Around his neck is a black strip of thin leather, with a silver key hanging from it.
He takes a black metal box out of his military duffel bag, and sits it on the desk in the room.
He then removes the necklace with the key, and opens the box with it.
A luminous orange glow comes from the inside of the box…
Inside are some 50 or so small vials, filled with a liquid giving off an orange luminescent light.
Just as he’s about to take one of the vials out, Arata steps into the room rubbing his eyes.
“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in…” he says barely opening his eyes.
Tokui quickly shuts the metal box, and turns to face Arata.
“Sorry I woke you,” he speaks.
“Ah, nah man, you didn’t wake me… Hey, I have some turkey subs in the fridge, you hungry?” asks Arata as he steps out of the room, and into the kitchen.
Tokui follows.
Arata opens the refrigerator, and tosses Tokui a sandwich.
“Thanks man,” replies Tokui, who pulls off the paper wrap from one side of the sandwich, and starts to eat it.
“What were you doing in Tokyo City?” questions Ataka.
Tokui tosses his Hydro Bike’s keys at Arata, who barely catches them.
“Go take a look…” says Tokui.
Arata looks at the keys, then steps outside, only to see a brand new yellow AION 8000 Hydro Bike.
“Wow… Are you kidding me? An AION 8000… Those things are fast man,” he tosses the keys back to Tokui.
“And expensive…” adds Arata, as he closes the door.
“Don’t you wanta try it out?” asks Tokui.
“Not tonight man, it’s after midnight… Some of us work for a living,” they both laugh.
Tokui sits on the black couch, and Arata back in the lazy boy chair.
“How’d you afford that on what the military was paying you man?” asks Arata, as he eats his sandwich.
“I was sent a check for my father’s house, which was sold at a ridiculously low amount of money… Yet, enough to get that bike… And a bit more,” explains Tokui.
“I see… I’m really sorry about your father Tokui,” replies Arata.
“I know Arata,” replies Tokui.
They both eat, and don’t talk for a moment… Until Tokui finally breaks the silence.
“There’s something I need to tell you Arata,” speaks Tokui.
“Shoot,” replies Arata.
“There might be some trouble coming my way soon… And I don’t really want you to be put in any danger,” explains Tokui.
“Eh heh,” replies Arata.
“I wanted to stay with you for a while, but I suspect it’s going to be coming sooner than anticipated,” continues Tokui.
“What kind of trouble?” asks Arata.
“Lets just say, I suspect foul play was involved in my father’s death… And I’m not going to sit back and take it,” concludes Tokui.
“Well… It all seemed strange to me… I mean, your father really knew his work… And it just never made since that he died on the job,” replies Arata.
“Right… Well-” starts Tokui, but Arata interjects.
“You’re staying her Tokui,” he says, then stands.
“Arata-” Tokui tries to speak again, but Arata stops him again.
“End of discussion… I’m going to sleep, you might consider getting some yourself,” is the last thing Arata says, before he goes into his bedroom and closes the door.
Tokui smiles a bit once more, then puts the second half of his sandwich in the fridge.
Tokui’s Room
Moments later he’s in his room again with the black bock open again.
He takes out one of the orange glowing vials, and swigs it.
The room spins, his eyes close, and he falls face forward onto the bed.
As you have moved on, and have done your best to Black Mop our very Loves Existence, I forgive you…
Would I Marry again…
Absolutely
And when I did Indeed Find the one that I would have Married, perhaps I waited too long to ask…
For now she’s gone
Was it Fear because of the Outcome of the First…
Partially Perhaps
Was it the Fear that our Unresolved Issues would bury us at some point
Partially
But it does not change the fact, and this is something that I always told you, and that is… You are Marriable
When you’ve Married someone in but one year of meeting them, and it lasted but a year, though the love was strong, it leaves you a bit more hesitant the second time…
And so Wisdom superseded my ever Prevailing Romanticism
It’s for the best
Not because now I’ve lost you, no
Because if you’re not Ready, you’re not Ready
And the most Important of Things to me, Something that I Live by, and bare as my Solace, and Instrument of Choice…
Truth
Without it, I am lost… And so I Apply it in my Everyday Workings… And Demand it, or at least Request it, from those that I give my Heart
No, I don’t Demand anything from Anyone… What would be the Point
Wouldn’t Demanding, and thus Force Altering, but Bend and Skew the Truth
I think so
And so I say this… Perhaps None will Listen… But in the end, The Truth has Prevailed
Love did indeed Conquer All...
Or in my case… Perhaps… Topple All
Yes I’d Marry Again
Am I in Love with Being in Love?
Perchance… But that Holds no Baring on what Shall Dictate My Future Actions…
