Tokyo, Japan
"I truly envy the clouds."
Tokyo had an odd way of making you comfortable with the cluster of busy streets, sloth of the weekdays and trance of the sunset.
In all this chaos called life, the clouds get to observe our existential crisis without interruption, their comments came in the wrath of thunder, sobbing of rain and the nuisance of strong winds. Truly enlightening.
"Hey–Tenzo.You listening ?" A soft feminine voice calls my name.
Reluctantly turning my gaze from the lazy clouds to acknowledge the person, my eyes detail unblemished caramel-skin, delicate facial features highlighting her beauty, piercing Hazel eyes, bleach blonde hair forming coils that curtain her head, dressed in a polished school shoes with fuzzy socks, the pencil skirt stood no chance against her lengthy legs, the skirt hid a quarter of her thighs, exposing her deep blush knees, white collar shirt with a loose tie, straining against her ample chest and top off her aesthetic is a tattoo of St. Michael theArchangel graces her right forearm.
"Castro." Her name escaped my lips after shamelessly checking her out.
Her unamused eyes stare deep into my perverted soul, a woman used to men objectifying her, but she makes an exception for me.
"Tenzo, stop staring at me, and let's go back to class." The caramel-skinned beauty instructed me.
"Sigh...fine." I submitted to her request.
Standing up from my comfortable seat near the buildings edge where one misstep would lead me to certain death.
My name is Tenzo Eze, a Coco-skinned, snow-white haired male with piercing grey irises. I'm a senior student of Matsumi High School, Class of 2016. Like the beauty before me, I'm not fully Japanese, my mother is a full blood Japanese and my father is Nigerian.
Castro has Brazilian roots, born in Rio de Janeiro and migrated to the Land of the rising sun at the age of 10.
"Let's get going. " She nudges me.
"I'm coming. " I grumble softly.
Matsumi High was like any upper secondary school, their main objective is to develop Japan's future workers. It becomes abundantly clear as you advance each grade, like any student outlier, I've faced the scrutiny of teachers and fellow peers who didn't accept my Japanese citizenship but tolerated it when it came to my academic or athletic prowess.
Castro is a reflection of my burdens, her judgement are far worse than mine as her exotic looks, intelligence and athletic dominance made her the target of envy of her sex and lustful men.
We were bound to each other like a chromosome, functioning like one organism, we made our way to our 4th class of the day.
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Matsumi High, main entrance
Wednesday | 3 pm
"It's been a long day..." I groan through the sakura petals resting on the concrete floor near the schools entrance.
Castro shadows me, moving at her own pace, half-listening to my whining and scrolling on her phone.
"Mmhm..." Castro nods.
I found a tempo with every drag of feet, the only motivation to move is arriving home to sink into the comfort of my bed.
"Keep up Castro." I encouraged her.
Turning to a new street, the crosswalk became visible, on the other side is our ticket home. I glanced back at the girl following me and noticed her eyes glued to my rear.
"Are you looking at my bum?"
"Yes, it has a nice shape." She bluntly replies.
"Mxm, that's so weird."
"You look at mine all the time." She exposes my not so subtle perving.
"No, I don't. "
"Yes, you do."
"Mxm." A blush creeped up my neck, my eyes returned to my front.
I could feel her smug smirk forming, her quickening footsteps filling up my ears as she stands in front of me.
"You never told me what your going to do after high school?" Castro teases, hazel eyes tracking me like a alley cat.
"I don't know... get a job." I shrugged.
"Bull shxt. " She snorts out, "Me and you both know, your mom wouldn't want you wasting your youth working a 9/5."
"What's wrong with a regular job?" I questioned her.
Castro continues walking backwards, humming softly to stall her answer.
"Well... your mom dedicated years of blood, sweat and tears so her son can have better opportunities in life." She pointed out.
"Also, we both know how socially awkward you are, so a job would force you to develop social skills. " She adds.
"Fair enough. "
She obnoxiously stars whistling, still walking backwards as we near the crosswalk.
"What are your plans after High school?"
"University, duhh." She chuckles,
I rolled my eyes at her mocking, a smile tugging at my lips.
"Let's cross yeah?" I glanced at both sides.
Castro was standing on the middle of the crosswalk, eyes never leaving me.
"You should take life more seriously Tenzo, can't have a dumb husband. " She purrs out.
"What did you say?" Her words hit my senses like shockwave, my rational thinking turning to paste.
"I said –"
BEEEEP!
The desperate honking of a truck invaded our ears, my body freezes in shock, at the corner of my eye, a navy truck appears our of no where, the vehicle nearing Castro like death itself.
"Castro!" I screech like a banshee, forcing my body to act, I leap towards her, ignoring my survival instincts to save her even if I meant my life.
Screeeechhh...
BOOM
Her tearful eyes was the last thing I saw before everything went black.