APART

Understanding

"Race and run. Race and run. Run!" For hours on end I ran. I don't know how but I do know why. I have been kidnapped. An evil man in the dark like a villain. A torturer obsessed with his victims. I am a twelve-year-old boy unafraid of this "monster" because I too am a monster. 

"Race and run. Race and run. Run!" I can hear the laughs of he. I can hear the beliefs of the. He says my name in the most disturbing way. I still am running but his catching eye took me away. Within a second his stunning power took me by surprise. I feel somewhat at ease though. After all I wont be alone. I often am and I dislike it. 

  This man brought me to the same blood-stained children's room. I made no emotion. I knew what he was up to and he knew that I knew. We both didn't care. He led me to the white chair with my name imprinted on it and proceeded with the permanent scars. 

  The next day came I assumed. There are no windows but, I woke which felt like a dream so I figured. I almost tried to remember the dream but, the next minute the crazed man came back. He held a motor powered saw and stared at me with the most excited expression. He cut my eye balls so he could replace them with different one's of the same color as mine. I damaged my own ears with my screams. Before he replace my eyes he injected serum in my eye socket then fully finished his operation and left laughing, leaving me in my chair alone. 

  Hours later I heard my door open expecting him but, it was a woman. My lifeless face made  just a bit of emotion. Fear.

  The woman came closer and freed me and took me away from my chair, my room, my blood stains, and everything else. Her beauty blinded me from the sun. She was my hero. 

 She took me to a house to dress my wounds and tried to feed me. she told me her name. "Rize." She sweetly explained. "Ri-ze." I communicated. "What's your name?" She sat patiently. I never returned a response. Without another word she left. I left also. I ran through the streets of Tokyo until I ran into someone. 

"My boy! You need to be more careful." An old man wearing a butler-like uniform said to me. 

"You must be famished running about, come inside." He guided he and I went.

I walked in and saw a girl probably my age, a girl older than me and teenager boys stalking the place. I looked funny to them, and one found it intriguing. He asked me loads of questions about my appearance. He looked out of place to me. Loads of piercings, black hair with a light mix, and a striking attitude. He introduced his name. Uta. "U-ta." I repeated. He smiled knowing my attention was towards him, whether I answered questions or not.

The old man gave me a dark colored drink and I stared into it, looking at my face on it. 

"what're you doing?" A dark blue haired girl stared at me annoyed. 

I couldn't tell her. So I drank up the substance. I hated it. I spat it onto the girl with no emotion, not thinking at all. She called me a dumbass multiple times while the other girl said, "Touka-chan calm down." several times as well. She has brown hair and brown eyes. 

"I'm surprised it's not to your liking?" The old man asked. 

   I stared into his eyes with no words to spare. 

"You don't talk much do you?" Uta questioned staring at me. I paid no attention to him. 

"Stop acting like a jackass." A silver haired guy told.

"Who asked you Yomo?!" Uta revealed his name to me. Uta reached to his feet from the chair.

   I tugged at his sleeve, hoping to stop him.  He looked at me and stood down. He understood me. 

  I still sat next to Uta and I looked at him. All of his piercings mostly. He quickly met my gaze and remained staring at him. 

  The ring of a new customer coming sounded. I turned to see who it was. It was the woman from before-it was Rize. She saw me and came. Her smile seemed the same the last I saw it. Rize rubbed my head. 

 "You know this jackass Rize?" Touka's sailor mouth cursed more and more. 

  "Touka, please. He's like my son." Rize explained as my eyes widened slightly.  

  "Are you serious? This dip-squatty-shit?" He spat coffee all over me!" Touka protested.

  "Did he now?" Rize's smile grew larger.

  "Touka? May I speak with you?" The old man asked.

  Rize didn't say anything but she left anyway.

   "Weird." Uta stared off into space. 

    Yomo agreed silently. Touka looked irritated and the brown girl held to her hand. We all sat in silence for a little while before Yomo left. Then Touka with Hinami. Uta remained.

   "Well I guess I'll get to know soon of why you're the talk around here. See ya'" Uta carried his voice all the way to the threshold of the cafe and left. My eyes kept on the cup I never left go of but his gaze never laid off of me. 

   By the time Uta left Rize and old man came out. Rize still has her smile. 

   "Okay Mika," Rize took me by the hands and the old man glared at her. "You'll be very busy here on out so I will teach you grammar and speech so I can introduce you into new friends much like the ones you made today." She walked us to the door and forward us to her living space. 

   When we walked inside her 'apartment' ( Rize explained while we were on our way ) Rize saw my untouched plate and took it to the kitchen. 

  "Are you hungry? I'll cook you something before you go to bed." Rize cleaned off the plate in the sink.

  "Bed..." I remembered the feeling of the white chair.

  Rize put the plate down and dried her hands at her side. 

  "Alright. Bed it is then." Rize took me in her arms into her bed. It was soft and smelled of sweet plums. 

  "Have some sweet dreams Mika..." Rize kissed my forehead and turned the light off.

  "Dreams..." I said which put a small but sweet smile of Rize's face. Rize shut the door for my privacy.

  I remember. I remember the dream I had earlier today.