Mr. Tanaka was a very generous man for letting me come along with him to Japan and provide housing for me at the school I would be attending. Although, I'm not sure if he had much of a choice since my parents are notorious for bribing people with money or threatening them with something illegal.

At said school, I really don't have many problems. I'm in the highest classes, keep to myself, relax at my apartment. Everyone is always so kind and all the girls swoon over me at the mere mention of my name.

Well.. most people are nice. I do have one problem. Osamu Tanaka, Mr. Tanaka's pride and joy, his shit eating son. His cocky smirk and cutting eyes make me just want to stab his hand with a sharp pencil every time I look at him.

Even now as I stare him down while he demonstrates for the class for the umpteenth time today, I wish I could just stand up and slap him right across the face. His conceited grin as he pompously boasts with his fingers on the piano make me want to smash them with a hammer and break every bone in his body, partially because he can play so well and I still have a cast on my hand.

Cunt.

When he finishes, his lofty eyes land on me and his smirk spreads. He gives a little bow and then goes back to his seat, eyeing me down the whole time. It honestly just makes me uncomfortable, so I turn my eyes back to Mr. Tanaka in hopes he would let me off the hook. However, throughout the class as I check with a glance, he never looks away. His eyes have trapped me in a strangling state of paranoia.

After class, I gather my books for next period when Osamu snatches the book right out of my hand and starts flipping through the notes.

"Give it back." I growled lowly, not wanting to cause a scene.

"You sure take a lot of notes..." he blurts, overriding and completely ignoring my request.

People are starting to watch...

"Give it back." I repeat a little louder. By now, my body is completely still as I look up at him. I don't think I would be able to win a fight against athletic Osamu (no matter that he was 4 years younger than me) with a broken hand, but if it came down to it, I mentally prepare myself for one.

He pauses and looks down at me, his smirk never faltering one bit. "I might.. If you share lunch period with me."

I glare up at him and sigh for a long time, just having a staring match with him, the cunt.

This is what hell is like.

With a sudden spring of energy, I shoot up from my seat with my arm out to try and snatch it back. Imagining sharing a whole lunch period with this freak makes my stomach churn and stab itself.

Of course, Osamu probably saw it coming and raises his hand out of my reach and my desk stops me from stealing my book back, damn it to hell...

"Oh come on~," he moans, "You'll love my mom's rice balls."

With a huff and a harsh suck of my tongue, I get up, grabbing my bag. I let him lead the way.

Turns out that Mr. Tanaka, his wife, and Osamu all live on the school campus in the apartments as residents. Although there's barely enough room for them all, Mrs. Tanaka makes the most of their living space by decorating it with all kinda of pretty plants, flowers, art and furniture. It all looks so.. perfect. Calm. Content.

Even the wooden table Osamu and I sit at have pretty little live flowers on it. Indeed, her rice balls are delectable and coupled with the beautiful atmosphere, they're heavenly. If this wasn't Osamu's place, I'd want to come more often...

"I noticed you eyeing me down a lot." he finally speaks up from across the table.

I sigh, my hopes of just having a quiet lunch with him smashed. "Yeah..."

He raises his brows. "There a reason?"

I swallow and set my food down on the plate. This is going to be a conversation, isn't it? "..No. You're just.. always up there."

He shakes his head and chuckles. "Nono. See, you look at me differently. You must seriously like me."

Oh god.

He's so arrogant. More so than I thought.

"No.." I reply flatly. I know better than to let my distaste for him show. "I don't feel either way about you."

To that, Osamu's eyes roll around in their sockets and I wish they'd just rolled out. "Now you're just lying."

"I'm not."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." he sighs and takes another bite of his food.

I don't reply and just follow suit. There's no reason to let his escalate into a fight. I can't risk anything at this school and it is just pointless, no matter how much he gets under my skin and how much I wish I could just pluck out all of his teeth out, slowly, one by one.

After school lets out, I like to retreat to my dorm after a long, exhausting day of acting like a happy, perfect person to relax and study so that I can maintain being the top of my class, not to mention the respect and admiration of my peers.

I reach my room #437 and dig into my messenger bag's front pocket for they keys.

Not there.

...Odd.

Uncharacteristic for me.

Side pockets.

No.

Main bag?

Not there either.

My heart rate picks up and I start to panic.

Oh my god, no!!

This can't happen!

I can't tell teachers, because it would reveal to them my imperfect, vulnerable interior!!

I grab the sides of my head and push back my hair, pulling on it and looking at the floor in desperation to rack my brain for the last place I had them.

...

.........

...........................

Math period. That's the last place I handled them.

Drawing in a deep breath and bringing my hands down, I swirl my body around to jog to the math period's room.

As I round the corner, I skid to a stop as Osamu stands right in my way, that cocksure grin wiped all across his face, showing his jagged, crooked teeth. His hand is held up in the air, my keys betwixt his fingers. His wrist gently shakes his hand to and fro, jingling my keys that glimmered in the evening light.

"Looking for these? I thought so, since these are your dorm keys."

I draw in a deep breath and let it out slow as I stare holes into my younger.

Osamu Tanaka, your slow, painful demise will be at the hands of me.