Yuki clutched his head like it was about to split open. Flashes. Just fragnts of yesterday refusing to puzzle together.
A wrist snapping.
A man choking on his own blood.
Red dots dancing in his vision.
Gone---All of it, slipping away just like it never happened.
[MORY PURGE: 100% COMPLETE.]
[Temporary Amnesia Engaged. Data Vault Locked Until Next System Trigger.]
"What... the actual... fuck?" Yuki whispered hoarsely, his eyes darting across the hospital room like he was seeing it for the first ti. He looked down at his arms—bandaged although he saw no scars. They were all dull aches.
He couldn't rember how he got here.
He couldn't even rember why he was hurting.
And that's what scared him the most.
He leaned onto the bed, closing his eyes shut trying one more ti to hear those voices whispering in his head. They sounded so familiar almost to the one ringing to him yesterday. "So the ga system did sync into reality after all?"
The door creaked open, dragging Yuki out of his thoughts. He sat upright, his defense up in place. His eyes snapped toward the entrance, half-expecting sothing supernatural, maybe even hostile, unlucky for him, it was just a man in a white coat with a clipboard tucked beneath one arm.
He read his na from the badge hung on his chest.
Na: Ren Takahashi
Level: Residential doctor.
"Ah, you are awake. Yuki Mori, if I may be corrected?" Ren greeted with a warm smile tempted to ask how the hell he survived those bruises and still sustained no injuries. "You're awake. That's good news. I will just run so tests to see if you are alright."
He dropped the clipboard on the cupboard, picked up a flashlight pen from the drawer below and shone it into Yuki's eyes. Yuki didn't flinch and just stared right at the flashlight. He nodded satisfactorily, checking so tick boxes on the clipboard until he had ticked every box.
"You are really sothing, man." Ren added, signing the last paper. "No major injuries were found during the scans. You were unconscious when you were brought in, but your vitals were stable. No internal bleeding, no fractures. So you're free to go."
Yuki blinked, disbelief curling at the edge of his voice. "I can... go?" In as much as that was a delightful news to him, the ¥800,000 dical bills couldn't have vanished into thin air that they would just 'let him go'
"Yes," the doctor shook his head in confirmation. "Your guardian already settled the bill ten minutes ago."
Yuki narrowed his eyes, kind of skeptical that a particular guardian bailed him off the debt he was to owe. "Guardian?" He grin, the kind that a psychopath usually did.
That shouldn't be right in anyway. Yuki's mother was a certified psychopath who used to hide kitchen knives in cereal boxes. His older sister's halfway to hell from stage four liver cancer and his youngest sister...
Impossible... A twelve-year-old wandering out of Totsukawa to pay off his bills and even if she found her way, she was broke as hell.
Leaving him with only one person---- Either Katashi Kurica or her assistant ca to pay it off. "Yes, your guardian, Miss Tamika Kasuri. She ca in not long ago, checked your status, handled the paperwork, and had to rush out for an important business eting. Said she couldn't stay." Ren spoke not too long ago and it all snapped into place.
Tamika was expecting him to drop the filled sex contract that sa ti by 8pm. Maybe when she didn't see his presence, she had him looked for and found him on the streets laying lifeless.
"Hm, thank you." Yuki said, straightening himself out from the bedsheet and onto the ground. He ripped off the bandages from his body and detached the IV drip, leaving Ren freaked out.
"Wait—! Hey, you can't just—!" Ren lurched forward from the chair, clearly not prepared for how swiftly Yuki removed the drip.
"I've done this a lot, trust . There's no job I haven't signed up for in search of money. I can take care of myself." Yuki tossed the drip on the bed, searching about for his clothing.
Ren gestured to the nearly folded fresh clothes brought in by Tamika for Yuki. Yuki changed into it, took his phone from the stand and went out of the ward and just like that out of the hospital. He groaned, realizing that the last penny he had on him was the transport fare used to move from Aiko's house to Emi's bakery.
"Damn, being broke hurts like fuck!" He dusted his legs on the pavent, walking with both his hands in his pocket. His strode beca increasing with vibrance and its crowd. Many opening shops opened selling varieties of everything he needed.
A walkthrough yet he felt alone—like a background character in soone else's life. The heat from the sun was unbearable, the kind that dipped into your skin to burn the last lanocytes of the body.
Yuki tousled his already ssed-up hair back, fishing a rubber band from his wrist and tying it into a loose bun atop his head. Sweat had already soaked through the back of his shirt, and the heat wasn't letting up—in fact, it felt like the concrete beneath him might start lting any mont.
He dragged his feet toward a shaded alley just off the main road, his speed adding up seeing the last seat on the bench was soon to be taken by an old lady. Yuki narrowed his eyes and she narrowed hers right back. Both causing at the sa ti:
"Shit."
He beat her by a second to the last seat. Plopping down dramatically on the bench, he spread his arms wide and grinned up at her with a cocky smirk. "Obaa-san, I win."
The old woman blinked. Her mouth curled into a scowl. "Motherfucker, go to hell!" she barked, before swinging her cane right at his shoulders.
WHACK!
"OW—HEY! VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER!"
She hit him again, muttering sothing about "disrespectful youth" and "being a rotten dick" before hobbling away in outrage. Yuki rubbed his shoulder, grimacing. "Damn, granny's got hands. What a life, I get to fight seat with an old lady. If I had my car, did you think I'd fight a seat with you?"
Still, he didn't move from the bench and the old lady gave up soon, looking for another place to put herself down for a short rest. With a long drag of a sigh, he pulled out his phone from his pocket—a Fujitsu Arrows NX9, two years of hustle poured into affording that beast.
A sharp groan left his lips as he noticed the crack streaking across the top-right corner of the screen. "Damn it. Two years of hustling night shifts, crawling delivery jobs, fake surveys—down the damn drain." He cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair.
Despite that, he switched it on, the screen flickering on surprisingly still responsive after the major damage. And as soon as it was on, Yuki switched over to the ga: Lustbound: realm of desire. Awkwardly, he gazed at the people on the tal bench and dimd his phone screen brightness to 38%
The hell he didn't want them to think he was playing porn. Just as Yuki tapped the ga icon on the screen, it montarily lagged—then erupted into a burst of breathy moans and sultry groans, blasting through the phone's speaker at full volu.
"Mmm~ ahh... Master~ You've returned..." a seductive voice purred followed by a banging sound of two bodies smashing each other. Yuki's eyes widened in pure horror.
"Shit—SHIT—no no no no!" He scrambled for the volu buttons, smashing them like his soul depended on it. But it was too late.
Heads turned.
The old man in a worn-out brown work vest beside him slowly blinked. "Eweh bruh, go watch porn sowhere else."
He definitely wasn't the only one who had heard it because others began to be judgental. A teenager with earbuds yanked one out and wrinkled his nose. "Bro, this ain't the hub. Chill."
The woman next to him a few seats away with a baby crawled on her arms, rose from the chair shielding her child's ears. "Disgusting. Public space, creep."
The old lady he'd just beat to the bench looked him dead in the eye. "Pervert bastard. This is why you single." Then whacked him again with her cane.
"I-it's not porn, it's a ga!" Yuki stamred, nearly dropping the phone as he finally killed the sound. "It's a damn videoga! Grow up people!"
"Yeah, sure," said another guy with a skeptical sneer. "And Hentai Adventure 4 is a docuntary." Mortified, Yuki shoved the phone into his jacket pocket, burning in sweats.
This was very humiliating! He gats to delete that ga very soon
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