AkiraheartsHideaki Act II

My alarm goes off and I slam my hand on it to turn it off.

"Fucking great, its Monday."

I pull the covers off myself and turn to the side of my bed, planting my feet. I look at my clock, 6:30, I got two hours to get ready. I get up and start drudging to the washroom, I turn on the light and get in the shower.

"This is the same place where she saved my brain from frying itself."

 I try not to think about and start a lukewarm shower. I lean on the wall of the showerhead and let the water stream down my back. I end up brushing my teeth in the shower to save time. I exit the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I've grown a bit, and have some facial hair starting to appear. From my necklace I look to my chest. I really need to get more muscle on me.

I walk out of the washroom and head into my closet. I begin to don my underwear, pants, undershirt,  Shirt, tie and dress shoes. I really hate wearing a uniform but until I can get into a different school I have to put up with this. I kneel to tie my laces and that is when I see it. The shoebox in the corner. I try to keep my eyes off it and leave, but I cannot. How many times do I have to do this? I end up sitting down and opening it again. I take out some of the pictures of her and myself, and then I finally get to the envelope. I open it, remove the sheet of paper, and begin reading.

"My dearest Hideaki,
Forgive me. I have to leave. I do this for your Safety and well being. Please do not try to contact me, No emails, letters, or phone calls. Please Hideaki, you have to abide by this. I know this is all very confusing but I will explain it to you one day when we meet again. I will always love you Hideaki.
Goodbye.
-Akira."

I feel the rage and sadness welling up inside of me again. I throw the letter back in the box, get up, and kick it into another corner.

"Fucking BULLSHIT!"

I start breathing to calm myself down, The old man mustn't know my emotions. Once I'm in control again I walk downstairs. I check my phone, It's 7am. I walk past the dining room and as usual the old fart is there drinking again. A bottle of sake and the shot glass. I swear he's drinking more and more every day. I walk to the kitchen and grab a protein bar and then walk back. As I walk back past the dining room, I shout,

"heading to school!"

I can hear the old man groan in reply and I walk out the door. Since he hates driving me I've made the habit of taking an hour to get there myself. I just take one train and then walk the rest of the way. It's a good way to wake myself up in the morning as well. As I'm walking the words of the letter keep appearing in my mind, but I push them back. I reach the train station and wait on the platform until the train comes screeching in. Most people on the train look out the window towards the sunrise and take in the "most beautiful" part of the day. I just close my eyes and lean my head back. I don't even care about that stuff anymore. Before I know it the train screeches to a halt and I'm at my stop. I swiftly walk the rest of the way. I try to keep a steady pace so as to keep my blood flowing and I'm at the gates of my school. I look at my watch, It's 8:15. I hear some laughter and I look to the left, I can see parents dropping off their kids en mass. This is where Akira would always drop me off as well. Suddenly her voice rings throughout my head,

"keep out of trouble, yeh!"

I stop, and in a rage I force the voice from my consciousness. I try to concentrate on something else. remembering her is not benefiting me, therefore it should be avoided as much as possible. I walk up to the front door of the school, and within minutes I'm inside and in the hallway which has my locker. There are already kids gathering their things for their first couple of classes. I keep my eyes looking forward and walk to my destination. I can hear people whispering and speaking about me as I walk by.

"That's the Hakamichi kid, He has enough money to buy the whole school!"

"That's Jigoro's son, I wish I had a dad like his, He's so cool."

"I hear his dad knows the Emperor on a first name basis."

Every comment brings me nothing but disgust. I hate being associated with the Zaibatsu and the old bastard. I wish people would just look at me for me, and not my worthless name and father. If only people knew what he was really like instead of only looking at him from media appearances. It's then that Akira enters again,

"Your father acts like this because he is hiding his own weakness, He’s just like my douche of a father in the sense that he tries to make himself feel better by putting down all those around him"

I become enraged again, I clench my teeth and use my right hand to squeeze my temple so as to hide my expression. It's been 3 goddamn years, why can't I forget her? She forgot about me, she's probably having the time of her life right now, unburdened and self indulgent. I need to become stronger and block my memories and emotions.

I reach my locker and enter my combination. When it I open it I look to my schedule which I had taped to my door. My first class today is 16th century history. at least I can something to distract me, I always found history interesting. After that I have English. I've gotten pretty good at reading and writing, and my teacher says my speech is alright, but it could use some more practice. I grab my textbook and binder and start walking to class. On my way I see a poster advertising an exchange program. Looks like some students can temporarily study abroad. Too bad my old man would never allow it.

I get to my class and set my books down. I've always been able to absorb information about history without taking notes, so I've stopped bringing a binder to class. I just sit there for 10 minutes while the other kids talk and get prepared. Eventually our teacher comes in and sets his briefcase down on the front desk. He Immediately pulls down a map from above the chalkboard at the front of the room. It's a map of North America. He states,

"Today we will be talking about the New World"

It was just another lecture until he said,

"This was the place where people could form new, prosperous lives outside of tyranny and oppression."

As soon as he said that something clicked in my mind. That's exactly what I wanted. I could escape the Hakamichi name and HER memory at the same time. I began to think of where I could go. I blocked out my teacher's words so I could concentrate properly. I would never be able to make it in the US, I've seen the kind of kids they breed, obsessed with everything Japanese. I wouldn't be able to function around that. I need someplace small and quiet. I look up for a second at the map and coincidentally my teacher is pointing at a large area of land on the west coast.

"This is New Caledonia, now known as British Columbia. It's largest city, Vancouver, which was once a small trading post."

EXACTLY! Vancouver! compared to those US, it's quite a nice little city.  It's an Immigrant hub, so many people come there to form new lives. Once again something clicks in my head. I decide to check the exchange poster after class. I don't want to stay there temporarily, but if there is a corresponding school it'll give me a good place to start off. As soon as the bell rings to mark the end of first period I run into the  hallway and find the poster. I look at the list of schools by country and I find Canada. I pray to god that there is one in Vancouver. Then I see it, John Oliver Secondary School(Vancouver BC). My heart jumps to a hundred beats per minute. I found a way out!

I half Ass my way through the rest of the school day and as soon as I get home I start sending emails. I send one to the Vancouver School Board and Immigration Canada. I explain my situation in wanting to study long term In Canada so as to have a "better grasp on the language for business purposes". It's complete bullshit but I hope it goes through. If it does I can easily get my hands on a ticket and temporary housing. But I will have to make the degenerate agree. I'll be livid  if he doesn't.

A couple of days pass and then I receive a reply from Immigration Canada. They said they would need me to do an interview with the Ambassador at the nearest embassy. After that they would handle the rest. They said that he already knows of my plans and that I'm free to visit him anytime.

I end up skipping the next school day to head down to the embassy in Tokyo. Instead of being over formal, I decide to wear a Polo shirt, Sneakers, and nice pair of Jeans. The Interview was a joke. It was basically a checklist to see if I was still serious. And the Ambassador who was interviewing me was wearing shorts and a Canadian "Roots" jacket. I guess they're a lot more laid back then their American and British counterparts. Once it was done, the Ambassador put my details in the Immigration Canada Database. He said John Oliver Secondary would be notified.

I arrived home around 7pm. I would have to confront him as soon as possible to make sure I can get this done. I walk to the dining room, and as usual he is there with a bottle of something. I don't care to identify it this time, I need to concentrate on my objective. I get closer and speak out to him. Speaking to him like this is going to be degrading, but it has to be done.

"Dad?"

"H-huh? What?!"

"I've been accepted to study abroad in Vancouver, Canada. They have everything set and all I need is your approval."

"HAH! like a little wimp like you could survive in Canada. Besides I want you here so I can keep an eye on you. You're my number 1 investment. I need to make sure you payoff."

"That's a fucking horrible thing to say..."

"Does it look like I care about what you think? Now get the fuck out my way. I need another drink"

I he gets up from the table and walks along it, passing me, something inside of me snaps. I take three long strides to build up my speed and then Heel kick as hard as I can into the back of his left knee. He screams in pain, but this is just the beginning. As he is falling back I grab him by the hair and pull him down, increasing the speed of his impact on the ground. The Impact causes him to loose the grip on his Katana and it goes flying just out of his reach. Though being winded, he turns on to his stomach and attempts to get a hold of it. I cannot let that happen. I run and Kick him in back of the head. Driving his face into the ground. I then quickly grab his Katana. I look at him as he is now on his side, cringing in pain and trying to stop the blood coming from his nose with one hand.

"Whats wrong old man?! Can't fight fair? Why the fuck do you need a weapon?! Guess what you old fucking bastard, I'm going to Canada and you are going to pay for it."

He responds in a rage,

"FUCK YOU! OVER MY FUCKING BODY!"

It then I unsheathe his Katana, and drive it into his free hand. He Screams in pain, but it's nothing but music to my ears.

"You are GOING to pay for my stay in CANADA! GOT IT! You call yourself a man of honour, well, you've just been bested, You can either accept defeat and give into the demands of the victor, like a MAN, or deny them like a little Bitch!"

"RAAAAGGGHHHHH! OKAY, YOU WIN".

I remove the Katana from his hand and begin walking to my room. I gotta start packing. My flight will be in a week.

My Suitcases were only filled with the essentials. I left my pictures her in my closet along with my more eccentric clothing. The only eccentric thing I'm keeping are my hair ribbons. The old man kept his word and did not retaliate for my actions. He even paid for a taxi to take me to the airport. When I got there I was half an hour early. It was just enough time to take one last look at my apparent "home" from the entrance of the airport.

"I'm leaving everything behind...especially her"

It is then that I take out my necklace. When I look at it, memories of her flood my mind. I become enraged. I state to myself,

"I should fucking throw you into traffic right now"