Chapter 7: Trouble

"Aye, brat. Watch where you're going." One of the men shouted, taking his arm off around the girl.

"I'm sorry, I will." Suzuki apologized as he bowed down once again to show his gratitude. Then, trying to utter her name, "Emiko-San?" Suzuki's question was cut short by the other man lifting his arms off her body.

"Hey brat, scram or else." Enraged by the actions of these two men, Suzuki displayed it on his face. Disgusted, he stared at them but remained calm.

His expressions were not appreciated by the two. Almost immediately, they walked up to him and stared over and into his eyes. "Got a problem, kid?"

Gulping down his saliva, he opened his mouth to speak, only to be stopped by Emiko.

"Now, now. Come on, you two. I'm running dry down there! Leave him be." She wobbled around as she placed her hand over her vagina. "Tsk," said one of the men while walking back to Emiko, and the other broke his eyes off him and ordered Suzuki to leave. "Get lost, kid."

Depressed by the state of Emiko, Suzuki looked up at her and pitied her position. "What happened to her?" He said as a tear trickled down his face. Watching him cry, the two men grew agitated and charged at him.

One punched him in the face, while the other charged from behind him and tackled Suzuki to the ground. He couldn't move. He couldn't swing nor dodge, so he laid there.

The men threw punches, kicks, and elbows at his face and body.

Expressionless, he cried for Emiko. Even while being beaten, he managed to flip onto his side, trying to look at her current condition. He kept crying and praying, "Oh, God. Help her. I beg of you to heal her." As his face started bleeding, helpless and dazed, Emiko watched on with excitement, unable to comprehend her situation. She cheered on the men as they continued their gruesome beating.

Unable to move, Suzuki watched as the two grabbed hold of Emiko and ravished her next to the trash bin in the ally way close to his house.

Enjoying it, she embraced the men, moaning she cried out for more. "Please, yes! There! More!" She screamed out loud.

She was lost after the gruesome acts, crying. Finally, her mind cleared a bit, begging to be left alone.

Still able to hang on to his consciousness, Suzuki watched her, crying while trying to reach into his pocket for help. But the moment the men took off running, he lost consciousness in the dark alley while Emiko struggled to stand.

Being rushed into the hospital, the doctors treated his wounds, and thankfully no blood tests and extra work was needed. However, Suzuki recalled the situation during his one-day and one-night stay at the hospital.

He kept crying and sobbing for the young Emiko for an entire week. Then, finally, praying for her, he set his mind on the right track to healing. Trying to forget about her, he began filling his mind with more ideas for his tech company and the future.

As time went on, he never saw her around.

He finally embraced the hard part of his heart for the first time in a while. "Emiko probably chose that life. She deals with it." So he tried convincing himself as he lost track of reality in his programmed codes.

After a week, his life continued normally. Alone and determined for the future, he watched his favorite animes. From that day, he seemed unchanged, not once again recalling the situation. Suzuki seemed to have moved past that event. Content with himself, he paused his show and stood up, "ahh, a cup of coffee will do." His excitement beamed.

On his computer desk, unlike always, he was pursuing a different task today. Suzuki was watching a trailer of an MMORPG video game. "Wow, this new release is awesome." He awed in excitement.

"I'm getting this game tonight," he said to himself as he ran towards his wallet.

Installing the game took longer than expected, though, "two hours? What the hell!" He screamed inside his small apartment.

Annoyed, he fibbed on the floor and started rolling on his sides, "two hours? What do I do now?" He uttered, placing his hand on top of his forehead.

Scared of stepping outside, he remained home and continued watching his shows until the two hours finally came and went by. Asleep, his Monday was already over. He must face a new week since the incident head-on as it began to unfold, whether in his favor or not.