SENSE

Hello Readers, wow… (^.^) This is my first ever NON-FANFICTION!
Wow… I’m growing up. This is set in Tokyo around your average Teen.
This fic does have underage sex, so don’t read if you have a problem with it, but, people you really need to accept that nowadays fricken’ 12 year olds are doing it. I’ve got some plans for this story, but I’m not really sure on how to pull it off, it’s a work in progress, in fact I completely forgot about this story, I wrote it all the way down to where it just starts the first person then left it for 6 months. Poor story.


Enjoy.

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SENSE

Chapter One:

Lotus
山川 連
YAMAGAWA REN


Yamagawa Ren slammed the door in her bedroom and took several long deep breaths and strode over to her computer and began to type.
It was her story of an amazing dream. Of samurai knights, dark witches, good verses evil and the heroine being a plain normal girl just wrapped up in her fantasies.
She tried to immerse herself in her dream so hard, but she just couldn’t. She could still her the arguing beyond her room. She tried to concentrate on the screen, but the hot tears of anger and guilt built up in her eyes and along with the choking in her throat that made her take shuddery shallow breaths.
Why the hell did she even speak?? She should’ve just kept quite. But no. God forbid she ever fucking do that. She stirred the arguments easily, as drawing a plain old scribble, on a piece of paper.
The heat in her eyes was fading now, and she breathed freely and turned on some music. Linkin Park- Breaking the habit on repeat and drowned out the arguing downstairs. She loved this song, she understood it…
Ren didn’t understand why she was this way, and she wanted to break the habit in her attitude.
She whispered to herself only once.
“2 years left until I go…” and her lip quivered and the tears returned. But she refused to let them fall.
In her mind her sisters sarcastic voice kept talking and she gritted her teeth and felt like screaming. Stupid Fucking bitch. She thought harshly, wanting to go and scratch and punch a thousand scars and bruises into her temples. Stupid, stupid fucking bitch.
Her breathing had become shallower now and she burned with the thought of her anger.
And when she was angry it was like a caged animal that she had to fight control over, it was wild and uncontrollable rage and it made her temperature soar and burn her skin that she sweated and clenched her teeth wanting so badly to just let loose all her pent up rage. But she couldn’t. She just continued to fight her instinct and type.
Ren was at the stage in her story where the girl was confused, and feeling so unwanted and foreign in this place, and the strange thing was that she was in the place she actually lived.
Home. She looked around scornfully, and thought of the living room where the TV was playing some annoying and predictable soap drama and surrounding the room was old magazines that her mother had left out. The trashy ones, those were pointless and pathetic in her opinion, people obsessing over celebrity’s lives. She thought she should fucking sort out her own life before thinking of another’s. They were scattered everywhere along with her yoghurt pots. She clenched her fist and the need to scream was larger than ever. They were still shouting. This isn’t a Fucking home she thought. It’s a Fucking hell on Earth.
“Fuck this’ She muttered and grabbed her coat.
She left on her computer and turned up the music with a smirk.
“There. I hope that pisses them off.” She muttered. She pulled on her fingerless gloves and jumped out the window and neatly landed on the grass of the back yard.
Ren looked back at the house with argument still going on inside and put up her middle finger and laughed giddy laughter. The fresh air buffeting around her face, she felt free again. Free and the good wild, feral kind even. She wanted to run fast and get giddy with the feeling of nature around her, she skipped and jumped down the street feeling the happiest she had been that day. Underneath the amber glow of the streetlights she watched her lanky shadow jump along with her. And she laughed her hysterical laughter and let herself think of Peter Pan; she had begged her friend to come see it with her. And she adored it. And she saw it another three times by herself and each time she cried at the end of the film. She couldn’t tell if it was because she needed to have the sense of freedom or because she wished desperately for the love of a family like that of the Darlings.
She thought of that freedom and that love and felt she sadness return and then suddenly barked harsh laughter. Fucking hell. What the Fuck? It would never happen.
She was cursed with this family for another 2 years, and then she could leave. Then she could run and be wild. It had begun to rain she noticed dimly, and she held her head up to the heavens and grinned, the rain was refreshing and clean and made her feel cold. And she enjoyed the cool wet feeling so much more than that of the heat of her ferocious anger or hot salty tear drips.
Oh yes. She definitely liked the rain.
Ren thought back to the fucked up argument and sighed. Fuck them both she decided. They can fucking go to hell for all she cared now.
Her sister could go rot in a ditch. And her mother…. She could just ignore her like she always did. As long as she could tolerate those fucking sarcastic barbs then she could be ok.
Her life was fucked up, and she fiddled in her pocket for her lighter and lit up a cigarette and breathed it in shakily.
From now on I’m looking out for me.
Fuck the rest.
Especially them.


I got home at about 12:30pm. Everywhere was quiet, but the streets were still buzzing, it felt like electricity was scorching through me. I felt so much better, my hair was damp from the rain and my make-up was rubbing off my skin. Still, I felt cleaner. And tomorrow I had school.
I sighed and scratched my head. Fuck. It was all lumpy and dandruffy… I’d have to wake up early tomorrow to wash it. I hated doing that.

I heard the stairs creak and swore harshly in my mind. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough.
My dad was coming down the stairs.

“What do you think your doing Ren! You stupid child!! Do you know how worried we’ve been.”

I felt the guilt quickly, and again felt like crying. I just wanted to be alone and away from the anger, the hate… Was it really too much to ask?
I just shrugged nonchalantly and looked into his dark eyes.
I know that people say eyes are the windows to the soul, but I think that’s a load of bullshit. They can look pretty, but they don’t say anything about people.
I shrugged and walked upstairs. He only sighed and patted my head; I’m lucky to have my dad. He always tried to understand what went on in my head. I picked up my CD play and grabbed an Osuka Ai mix CD to put in it.
I went to bed in my clothes. I couldn’t be fucked to change. I put the ear-phones in my ears and put the CD player on ‘Sakuranbo’ Osuka’s light hearted lyrics made me smile.
I just started to think of things. My future.

Ahh. My future, first things first. Kanagawa University, get a couple of degrees (Media, English, Japanese, Art) get a job at TBS… And that’s as far as we’ve got so far. Either way, I’d get there someday. I don’t want to be famous, I want to promote, I want to design, and I want to publish. I want to do the hard work, be tired and at the end of the day go home to a nice hot shower or go to Karaoke with colleagues.
And with that thought I fell asleep and had a dreamless sleep with music drifting into my mind.

The alarm buzzed and my mouth tasted foul so I made a beeline to the bathroom. It was 6:30a.m so I was the first one up. I scrubbed my face, and brushed my teeth. I ran the shower; I didn’t care if it was hot or cold. I was always very quick in the shower. I washed my hair with the shampoo I bought last week. I glared as I felt the weight, Ok, my sister had been using it again.
Did she want me to try and attack her?! Either way, I lathered up my hair and then conditioned in record time. Dried it and went back to my room to change.
I’m going to sound like such a geek, but I love my school uniform.
It’s so cute and sexy. Cute grey pleated mini-skirt, white shirt, grey vest, a necktie, black loafers and socks. I can never decide…
Should it be my white loose socks or my black knee high ones…
I grabbed my Loose ones. They said innocent but ‘purr, meow’ at the same time.
I put on my accessories and Makeup. Pale ‘Maxfactor’ foundation, some blush, Mascara and lip-gloss. I had just shoplifted it last week; I placed my dyed light brown hair with black tips in a ponytail with a fluffy pink hair tie. I was happy with the results, I looked cute.
My books were scattered around my room, and the lesson table was stuck up by a piece of blue tack on my wall.
Biology, Maths, Japanese, English and then the joyous Gym. Great.
I always hated Mondays. I grabbed my bag and placed all the books in it.

In the living room I quickly tried to tidy up. I binned all the rubbish and tried to make it a bit neater.
I made a quick note to my mother. It just said I was staying behind late at school.
I heard the Orange Range ring tone of my phone and I hissed. I still had it on loud. Viva*Rock was tooting out and I grabbed it.

“Who is this?” I spoke as I walked to the kitchen to grab my onigiri.

“ Ren-kun~! ♪” I sighed. I hated having a boy’s name.

“Hey Maki, you ok??”

“I’m super! Where are you now?”

“I’m just coming over to your apartment, why?”

“Because I have no food an-“

“Maki~ I already packed you an Onigiri!” I smiled. Sakurai Makiko my best friend. Totally scatterbrained but has a good heart.

“Ah! Thank you!! ♥”

“No problem. I’ll see you in a sec. Bye~!”

“Hai~ Bye bye~!”

I hung up and grinned. Maki was so cute.


I got to her apartment at about seven-ish. Her mother worked at a large company in central Tokyo, 7am~12am. So she had already left. The Sakurai’s apartment was large and spacious with cream white walls and coffee brown leather sofas. It smelled like coffee too.
Maki was waiting outside her door speaking to someone on her phone.
She waved and I smiled back.

“Good morning my cute Maki-Chan.”

“Goooooood Morning!!” She waved me over and told me that Sakamaki Yumi
wanted to meet us at school. I looked at my friend, thinking it over. Yumi… Well, she was well known for the wrong reasons. She was always seen with older businessmen after school, and always sported the best clothing and bags. It didn’t take much to figure out what she did after hours…Enjo kosai.
I may be a rebel and a Kogal. But I would never stoop that low.
“Maki-Chan… I don’t know…”

“It’ll be fine Ren-kun! Lets at least talk to her. You know that she doesn’t have many friends.”

I arched my eyebrow lightly and began walking down the steps.

“I wonder why that is.” My voice was laced with sarcasm. Maki trailed after me placing her phone in her blazers inner pocket. Lucky thing. She had that cute Sony Ericsson A1404SII. Today it was sporting a butterfly covering with a pink ‘Hello Kitty’ Chain.

“I’m serious Ren-kun, don’t be mean.”

I sighed and reached into my own pocket to get my own phone. It was the first version of the A1404S. I liked it. It was pink, and I had nearly all the coverings at home too.

Maki babbled about something but I wasn’t really concentrating on her just then. I was busy e-mailing some people in our gang telling them that the famed Yumi wanted to talk to me.
I looked at the time on my phone and told Maki to pick up the pace. It was already 7:15am; our train was going to go if we didn’t hurry.

Yumi was standing at the gates filing her nails, she was very cool, long black hair three piercing’s on either ear, a pretty face. But her family was middle class and she, like every other girl in Tokyo, needed money to get along in life.
I was lucky. My grandmother was always giving me stuff that I then sold. She said she didn’t mind, she laughed and said that she was giving it to me because she didn’t like it anyway.
I gave Yumi a look over. She was very pretty; she put away the nail file and waved us both over.
She was sporting a Gucci bag and I saw the glint of a Tiffany’s bracelet on her right hand. I pulled down my sleeves to try and hide my plastic bangles and beaded bracelets.

“Hello Sakurai-san, Yamagawa-san.” Yumi flicked her hair behind her ears and shouldered her name-brand bag.
I’m one of those people that either like people straightaway or I don’t. With Yumi, it’s strange. I can’t read her personality. I decide I feel uncomfortable and cut to the chase.

“What do you want?” Maki nudged me in the sides and harshly whispered to me to stop being rude. I make my stance seem more intimidating and she doesn’t flinch. I let a brief smirk flit across my face. I was beginning to like her.
Yumi smiled back at me and we both began a conversation about trivial things before it got too serious.

“Alright. Sakamaki-san. What do you really want?”

She gave me another look. I guess you could say it was judging me, making sure I was worthy of this valued information that she was going to give me.

“Well. My friend’s want to meet you Yamagawa-kun, and you Sakurai-Chan.”

I could already guess what kind of friend this was. Before I could reply Maki had already decided to say yes for us.

I groaned. She was such a Bimbo.

Nether-the-less I too agreed. The ‘meet’ was to be at 7:00pm outside the family-mart near the station.
Yumi grinned and cupped Maki’s cheek.

“Thanks.” She said softly and she walked through the gates into school.
I turned to Maki after I had watched Yumi walk away.
She was smiling blithely. I closed my eyes in frustration. I was going to have to get some new morals. I mean I was going to go on a Enjo Kosai this evening.

“Maki-chan.”

“Yes?”

“You really are stupid.” The bell went and I walked into the school gates. Today was going to drag more than usual.

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Well please review… I hope you liked it. All critique is welcome.

Chapter Two:

Lily
坂巻 由美
SAKAMAKI YUMI