The Diary - Chapter 10
Here is Chapter 10. It was hard to write, cause I hate hurting characters... except the ones who deserve it. I feel like I'm getting towards the end, so the chapters may be a little longer and a little more dramatic and emotional. Pleasy enjoy the final (maybe) stretch of The Diary XD
“Maruyama snitched?” Naoya asked incredulously, his eyes widening with panic. Eichi looked at him in disgust and wrinkled his nose as if he was the source of a bad smell. Naoya was such a wimp, he thought to himself as he lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
“Does it surprise you? I knew I should have tailed her myself,” he said after exhaling.
“What are you going to do? Should we off him?” Heiji questioned, his head cocked to the side curiously. A cunning smile twisted his lips, making him look devilish.
Eichi was tempted to smile at the thought, but displayed a contemplative frown and shook his head instead. “We should, or else he may give away more information. Like where we’ve hidden her. But if we kill him now, they’ll know for sure that we’re all involved.”
“We should just lay the blame on someone else,” Heiji suggested nonchalantly.
“Who else knows, idiot?” Eichi spat impatiently. “We should just lay low for awhile; go about our lives as if we weren’t hiding a girl in the basement.”
Naoya was sitting silently in the corner of the room. Maybe he should end it now. Maybe he could cut a deal with the cops if he gave up their scheme. Maybe he...
“Naoya!” Eichi snapped. “Don’t have a heart attack, man. There’s nothing to worry about. Remember, you don’t actually live here. So you can’t get pinned for this.”
Naoya calmed down enough to consider that fact. This was just a rundown shack he’d done up when he was in high school as a way to avoid his overbearing parents. He took a deep breath and flashed an assuring smile.
“Where’s Sachi and Yuya?” Heiji asked, looking around as if just noticing that two of their party were missing.
“I went to pick up at Yuya earlier, but I saw those two cops parked outside her house. I’ve already told her what’s happening, so she’ll be here when she’s sure that we won’t be followed.”
Heiji looked sceptical. “You sure one of us shouldn’t go get her? I don’t think she’s as sneaky as the rest of us are. She’d be as easy that chick downstairs to pick up, she’s that oblivious to everything around her.”
“Nah,” Eichi replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. “She’s been with me long enough to understand what to do in situations like this.”
“I’ve gotta get going then,” Naoya announced, standing up. “The cops haven’t come to my house yet. It was a stupid idea for me to leave the house. If they show up while I’m gone who knows how suspicious they could get.”
“My guess is they haven’t finished with Yuya yet,” Eichi assured him. “I told her what to say, so we should be fine. Just in case, go over what I told you to say, and for gods sakes stay calm, Naoya.”
Naoya nodded and bid them farewell. The moment he left the room, Eichi stood and snuffed out his cigarette.
“Where are you going?” Heiji asked, standing too.
“I’m going down to visit our friend,” he replied. “Since Yuya’s not here, I want you to prepare her a tray. But wait about twenty minutes before you bring it down, got it?”
Heiji’s lips curled up into his signature twisted smile and winked. “Loud and clear, boss.”
Eichi turned and disappeared through the kitchen, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.
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Kiyoko couldn’t see a thing, but when she heard the door open, she lifted herself a little from her position on the floor.
“Yuya?” she asked in a raspy voice. “Did you bring water?”
Eichi closed the door behind him, but didn’t answer. He stepped closer, and noticed Kiyoko’s lips curve into a frown. If anything, she looked confused.
“Sachi, is that you?” Eichi could hear trembling in her voice. He froze for a moment, and continued towards her. He kneeled down and put his hands softly on her shoulders.
“Sachi?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Glad to see me?”
Kiyoko hesitated before nodding, and she displayed a small smile. “Did you bring water?”
“I’m sorry. Yuya’s upstairs preparing you a tray now. She should be down soon.”
“Why did they put a blindfold on me?” she asked, reaching up to touch his face. “What are they planning on doing?”
“They just wanted to scare you a little. Did it work?”
At that, Kiyoko’s hands flew from his face. “You sound strange. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Eichi reassured her, reaching his lips forward to lock with hers. Kiyoko immediately pulled away, hitting her head on the wall. She squealed and held a hand to her head, all the while panting, “You’re not Sachi. Who are you?”
“Of course it’s me,” Eichi tried to explain, bringing his face forward again. Kiyoko sensed his movements and stuck her free hand out to push against his mouth.
“Who are you? Get away from me!”
“Why? You were so willing to kiss me when you thought I was Sachi,” Eichi quipped. “Do you have a thing for my brother? Does he have a thing for you?”
“Get away from me,” she growled menacingly. “Just because I have a blindfold on, doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself.”
“So hostile,” Eichi chastised, and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her head back into the wall. Kiyoko let out an ear piercing scream before sinking down the wall to the floor.
“So weak.”
Kiyoko groaned as she shot her hand up into his nose. He grunted and fell back, holding his nose tightly.
“You almost broke my nose, you bitch!” he yelled as he threw himself on top of her. He began slapping her before sliding his hands down to her throat. He began squeezing gently, and even took pleasure in the way her hands feebly tried to pry his away from her. As he choked her, he leant down to kiss her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t force him off her.
“Stop hurting me!” she gasped in between kisses. Her voice was growing raspier every time he applied more force to her throat.
“Stop fighting!” he barked in her face. She closed her mouth, but her hands never left his. He took one hand from her throat and swiftly pinned both of hers above her head.
“Have you been writing in your diary, pretty thing?” he asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
Kiyoko didn’t reply, which earned another tight squeeze on her throat.
“Yes!” she screamed, nodding emphatically. “But why do you care?”
“Why do you assume there’s a reason?” he asked, trailing kisses along her jaw line, one hand still holding her arms over her head, the other still placed on her throat.
Kiyoko shivered and shook her head. “You wouldn’t have made me do it for nothing. You’re up to something sick and twisted.”
“If you must know, we’ve been taunting your family and the police with them.” Eichi’s eyes dancing with glee as he saw her lips begin to quiver. Her eyebrows were narrowed, and her face was growing white. He took his hand from her throat and slid the blindfold over her head. Her eyes were wide and full of pain.
“You... you sent them to my parents?”
“Feeling embarrassed?” he teased, reaching down again to kiss her.
Suddenly, Kiyoko began to writhe, kick and scream. “You bastard, I’ll kill you!”
As she repeated this over and over, Eichi began to lift her skirt, forcing his hand between her legs.
“Get off me, you animal!” she cried, bucking as viciously as she could.
“I told you to stop fighting!”
“I told you to get the fuck off me!”
Eichi froze. It was the first time she’d shown any sign of pure anger. He thought it would have been fun, and it was to an extent. But it was also annoying. He didn’t like having to go that one step further to quiet her.
Eichi brought his hand back up to her face and rested forcefully over her mouth.
“Have you ever sworn before? Cursed at someone before? Did it feel good?” He took his hand from his mouth and skilfully unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down.
“STOP IT!”
Eichi froze again, but only because it wasn’t Kiyoko’s voice. She was sobbing violently, tears streaming down her still-paling face. He looked to the door and saw Sachi standing there, feet spread apart, and fists clenched, a look of sincere hatred on his face.
“Get off her, you bastard!”
Eichi laughed and let Kiyoko’s hands go. She pushed him off her and scurried to the corner, pulling down her skirt as she crawled. Eichi buckled his pants and stood to face his brother.
“What, you suddenly have a conscience, boy? You suddenly feel the need to play protector to this whore?”
“Don’t call her that!” Sachi roared.
Eichi laughed and walked towards him, ruffling his hair as he passed. “You interrupted my fun, boy. But don’t worry, I’ll be back later. If you want your fun with her, all you had to do was say so.”
Eichi left the basement, slamming the door behind him. Sachi looked over at a dishevelled Kiyoko. His eyes clearly displayed his feelings, as he looked her up and down: her knotted hair, her bloodshot eyes, pale skin, quivering lips, shaking body, torn clothing, and blood seeping onto the floor. He cautiously approached her and knelt down. Instead of nuzzling into him as she always did, she tried to press herself into the wall as much as she could, desperately trying to avoid touching him.
“Get me out of here or I’ll never forgive you,” she whispered shakily.
Kiyoko could see the hurt look in his eyes. He was there to comfort her, but she was turning him away when she needed him the most. But she wasn’t full of love or trust at that moment. And he had to understand that. She hoped he did, though her eyes showed no betrayal of her deeper feelings.
Under her harsh glare, he seemed to shrink. He nodded, and reached out to pat her shoulder. Kiyoko stiffened, but didn’t shake it off. When he leant his face, she quickly buried her face in her arms.
“I understand, Kiyoko,” he whispered softly. “I’ll try, I promise.”
And with that, Sachi disappeared as quickly as he’d come.
Kiyoko looked up, and new tears began to spill forth. She was embarrassed, angry, distraught, a whole number of emotions. And she felt like she’d lost something. She’d lost her innocence and her childhood, but she didn’t want to lose this one particular feeling. And she was afraid she’d pushed it away when she pushed Sachi out the door.
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“Maruyama snitched?” Naoya asked incredulously, his eyes widening with panic. Eichi looked at him in disgust and wrinkled his nose as if he was the source of a bad smell. Naoya was such a wimp, he thought to himself as he lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
“Does it surprise you? I knew I should have tailed her myself,” he said after exhaling.
“What are you going to do? Should we off him?” Heiji questioned, his head cocked to the side curiously. A cunning smile twisted his lips, making him look devilish.
Eichi was tempted to smile at the thought, but displayed a contemplative frown and shook his head instead. “We should, or else he may give away more information. Like where we’ve hidden her. But if we kill him now, they’ll know for sure that we’re all involved.”
“We should just lay the blame on someone else,” Heiji suggested nonchalantly.
“Who else knows, idiot?” Eichi spat impatiently. “We should just lay low for awhile; go about our lives as if we weren’t hiding a girl in the basement.”
Naoya was sitting silently in the corner of the room. Maybe he should end it now. Maybe he could cut a deal with the cops if he gave up their scheme. Maybe he...
“Naoya!” Eichi snapped. “Don’t have a heart attack, man. There’s nothing to worry about. Remember, you don’t actually live here. So you can’t get pinned for this.”
Naoya calmed down enough to consider that fact. This was just a rundown shack he’d done up when he was in high school as a way to avoid his overbearing parents. He took a deep breath and flashed an assuring smile.
“Where’s Sachi and Yuya?” Heiji asked, looking around as if just noticing that two of their party were missing.
“I went to pick up at Yuya earlier, but I saw those two cops parked outside her house. I’ve already told her what’s happening, so she’ll be here when she’s sure that we won’t be followed.”
Heiji looked sceptical. “You sure one of us shouldn’t go get her? I don’t think she’s as sneaky as the rest of us are. She’d be as easy that chick downstairs to pick up, she’s that oblivious to everything around her.”
“Nah,” Eichi replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. “She’s been with me long enough to understand what to do in situations like this.”
“I’ve gotta get going then,” Naoya announced, standing up. “The cops haven’t come to my house yet. It was a stupid idea for me to leave the house. If they show up while I’m gone who knows how suspicious they could get.”
“My guess is they haven’t finished with Yuya yet,” Eichi assured him. “I told her what to say, so we should be fine. Just in case, go over what I told you to say, and for gods sakes stay calm, Naoya.”
Naoya nodded and bid them farewell. The moment he left the room, Eichi stood and snuffed out his cigarette.
“Where are you going?” Heiji asked, standing too.
“I’m going down to visit our friend,” he replied. “Since Yuya’s not here, I want you to prepare her a tray. But wait about twenty minutes before you bring it down, got it?”
Heiji’s lips curled up into his signature twisted smile and winked. “Loud and clear, boss.”
Eichi turned and disappeared through the kitchen, a mischievous smile plastered on his face.
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Kiyoko couldn’t see a thing, but when she heard the door open, she lifted herself a little from her position on the floor.
“Yuya?” she asked in a raspy voice. “Did you bring water?”
Eichi closed the door behind him, but didn’t answer. He stepped closer, and noticed Kiyoko’s lips curve into a frown. If anything, she looked confused.
“Sachi, is that you?” Eichi could hear trembling in her voice. He froze for a moment, and continued towards her. He kneeled down and put his hands softly on her shoulders.
“Sachi?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Glad to see me?”
Kiyoko hesitated before nodding, and she displayed a small smile. “Did you bring water?”
“I’m sorry. Yuya’s upstairs preparing you a tray now. She should be down soon.”
“Why did they put a blindfold on me?” she asked, reaching up to touch his face. “What are they planning on doing?”
“They just wanted to scare you a little. Did it work?”
At that, Kiyoko’s hands flew from his face. “You sound strange. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Eichi reassured her, reaching his lips forward to lock with hers. Kiyoko immediately pulled away, hitting her head on the wall. She squealed and held a hand to her head, all the while panting, “You’re not Sachi. Who are you?”
“Of course it’s me,” Eichi tried to explain, bringing his face forward again. Kiyoko sensed his movements and stuck her free hand out to push against his mouth.
“Who are you? Get away from me!”
“Why? You were so willing to kiss me when you thought I was Sachi,” Eichi quipped. “Do you have a thing for my brother? Does he have a thing for you?”
“Get away from me,” she growled menacingly. “Just because I have a blindfold on, doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself.”
“So hostile,” Eichi chastised, and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her head back into the wall. Kiyoko let out an ear piercing scream before sinking down the wall to the floor.
“So weak.”
Kiyoko groaned as she shot her hand up into his nose. He grunted and fell back, holding his nose tightly.
“You almost broke my nose, you bitch!” he yelled as he threw himself on top of her. He began slapping her before sliding his hands down to her throat. He began squeezing gently, and even took pleasure in the way her hands feebly tried to pry his away from her. As he choked her, he leant down to kiss her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t force him off her.
“Stop hurting me!” she gasped in between kisses. Her voice was growing raspier every time he applied more force to her throat.
“Stop fighting!” he barked in her face. She closed her mouth, but her hands never left his. He took one hand from her throat and swiftly pinned both of hers above her head.
“Have you been writing in your diary, pretty thing?” he asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
Kiyoko didn’t reply, which earned another tight squeeze on her throat.
“Yes!” she screamed, nodding emphatically. “But why do you care?”
“Why do you assume there’s a reason?” he asked, trailing kisses along her jaw line, one hand still holding her arms over her head, the other still placed on her throat.
Kiyoko shivered and shook her head. “You wouldn’t have made me do it for nothing. You’re up to something sick and twisted.”
“If you must know, we’ve been taunting your family and the police with them.” Eichi’s eyes dancing with glee as he saw her lips begin to quiver. Her eyebrows were narrowed, and her face was growing white. He took his hand from her throat and slid the blindfold over her head. Her eyes were wide and full of pain.
“You... you sent them to my parents?”
“Feeling embarrassed?” he teased, reaching down again to kiss her.
Suddenly, Kiyoko began to writhe, kick and scream. “You bastard, I’ll kill you!”
As she repeated this over and over, Eichi began to lift her skirt, forcing his hand between her legs.
“Get off me, you animal!” she cried, bucking as viciously as she could.
“I told you to stop fighting!”
“I told you to get the fuck off me!”
Eichi froze. It was the first time she’d shown any sign of pure anger. He thought it would have been fun, and it was to an extent. But it was also annoying. He didn’t like having to go that one step further to quiet her.
Eichi brought his hand back up to her face and rested forcefully over her mouth.
“Have you ever sworn before? Cursed at someone before? Did it feel good?” He took his hand from his mouth and skilfully unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down.
“STOP IT!”
Eichi froze again, but only because it wasn’t Kiyoko’s voice. She was sobbing violently, tears streaming down her still-paling face. He looked to the door and saw Sachi standing there, feet spread apart, and fists clenched, a look of sincere hatred on his face.
“Get off her, you bastard!”
Eichi laughed and let Kiyoko’s hands go. She pushed him off her and scurried to the corner, pulling down her skirt as she crawled. Eichi buckled his pants and stood to face his brother.
“What, you suddenly have a conscience, boy? You suddenly feel the need to play protector to this whore?”
“Don’t call her that!” Sachi roared.
Eichi laughed and walked towards him, ruffling his hair as he passed. “You interrupted my fun, boy. But don’t worry, I’ll be back later. If you want your fun with her, all you had to do was say so.”
Eichi left the basement, slamming the door behind him. Sachi looked over at a dishevelled Kiyoko. His eyes clearly displayed his feelings, as he looked her up and down: her knotted hair, her bloodshot eyes, pale skin, quivering lips, shaking body, torn clothing, and blood seeping onto the floor. He cautiously approached her and knelt down. Instead of nuzzling into him as she always did, she tried to press herself into the wall as much as she could, desperately trying to avoid touching him.
“Get me out of here or I’ll never forgive you,” she whispered shakily.
Kiyoko could see the hurt look in his eyes. He was there to comfort her, but she was turning him away when she needed him the most. But she wasn’t full of love or trust at that moment. And he had to understand that. She hoped he did, though her eyes showed no betrayal of her deeper feelings.
Under her harsh glare, he seemed to shrink. He nodded, and reached out to pat her shoulder. Kiyoko stiffened, but didn’t shake it off. When he leant his face, she quickly buried her face in her arms.
“I understand, Kiyoko,” he whispered softly. “I’ll try, I promise.”
And with that, Sachi disappeared as quickly as he’d come.
Kiyoko looked up, and new tears began to spill forth. She was embarrassed, angry, distraught, a whole number of emotions. And she felt like she’d lost something. She’d lost her innocence and her childhood, but she didn’t want to lose this one particular feeling. And she was afraid she’d pushed it away when she pushed Sachi out the door.
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