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Chapter Eleven: Dog Fight:

I sat in a Kobe-style steakhouse at two in the morning. I glared at the wall with a black eye and sore jaw. The right lens in my glasses was cracked, but I still burned with rage and confusion. Cassius patted me on the shoulder.

“What would possess you to act like that, man?” he asked. I gritted my teeth in a vain attempt to calm myself down.

-Earlier that Night-

That asshole, Dan Toshio, looked up and saw me storming over to him. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Do you know who I am?” I demanded. That bastard smirked as he played with his glass.

“Should I?” he asked.

“Does the name Hitomi ring a bell?” I hissed.

“Sorry pal,” he said. “There are so many girls named Hitomi in this country.” His tone made my blood burn. This creep hadn’t changed at all since I last saw him four years ago. He treated my dear friend like crap. This man cheated on her constantly and practically ignored her when she needed him most. When got pregnant by him, he acted like he wasn’t the father. Hitomi ended having an abortion by stealing money from her mother. She still chased after him even after their break-up. I should’ve taken it as a clue when he was twenty-one and she was fourteen at the time. I tried to talk her out of that sham of a relationship, but she wouldn’t listen. I folded my arms across my chest.

“Nagisa!” I barked. “Nagisa Hitomi!” Dan pretended not to know what I was talking about at first. He choked back a small laugh.

“Oh, that stupid whore,” he said.

“That ‘stupid whore’ was my best friend!” I barked. He tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face.

“What do you mean was?” he asked. “Did you get in a fight or something?”

“She’s dead!” I snapped. Hearing his voice made me want to scream. I’m not a violent person, but the more I stared at his ape-like face, the more I wanted to punch him. What the hell did Hitomi-chan see in him in the first place? He’s got no job and sponges off of other women. The asshole in red took a drink and shrugged at me.

“Oh,” he said. “Did she kill herself?” My self control began to chip away at that question.

“Yes, in fact she did!” I raised my voice at him.

“And you’re telling me this because?” Dan asked without a care in the world.

“She loved you, you know?” I asked. “I don’t understand why, but she really loved you!”

“She was screwed up in the head,” Dan argued.

“You made her that way!” I shouted over the music on stage.

“Not my fault that she couldn’t face reality,” he brushed off. This asshole really worked my nerve like he did back then. I hated everything about him tonight—his suit, his hair, his voice, his smirk. I just wanted to punch in the face so badly.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I asked.

“Get what?” Dan asked. He squinted his eyes at me as a light blue light flashed over me. “Oh, you’re that little nerdy boy that always tagged along with that skank!” he exclaimed.

“Stop disrespecting her!” I screamed.

“Why?” that creep asked. “She’s dead, that slut can’t hear me!”

“Call her that again…” I hissed. The punk rock music in the background pumped me to boiling over. I used to stand by quiet when this guy came around my dear friend. I admit to only beating him up in my head, but tonight made me snap. Dan’s laughter only made it sting worse.

“Or what?” he challenged me. “You’ll go crying to your dead skank?”

“You!” I screamed as I felt my face burning red. I raced forward with my fist in the arm and clocked him right in the left eye. Dan the asshole fell off his bar stool and hit his head against another one. I stood with my hands on my hips, grinning as he sat up, rubbing his head.

“Ow,” he mumbled. He looked up at me with violence in his eyes.

“You little shit!” that cheap bastard yelled in rage. He rushed forward and took a swing at me. I slid out of the way and punched him in the stomach. Dan hurled into a ball at my feet. I didn’t expect to get such a rush from living out one of my reoccurring dreams about this asshole. However, my power trip came to a grinding halt when I remembered that he had two of his boys with him. It didn’t occur to me when they stormed over to me and Dan. Their shadows swallowed me under the colored lights.

Oh shit…

One punch and I fell to the floor. It would’ve gotten worse if Isaac hadn’t rushed over and grabbed me just in time.

“Break it up!” Cassius shouted as he stood between Dan’s friends and me.

“You’ve done enough, let’s go!” Yusuke shouted behind me. I didn’t go quietly, instead I tried to fight off Isaac’s grasp and run back to Dan steadying himself against the bar.

“Cool, lil’ dude!” Isaac shouted in my ear.

“Let me at him!” I screamed. “This man knocked up my friend again and drove to suicide!” I slowed my struggling when I heard him laughing.

“You think I caused your friend’s death?” he asked as he stood up straight.

“Yes!” I snapped. He threw back his head in roaring laugher over the closing number of the show.

“You are too funny,” he said in a mocking tone that made my ears burn. “But seriously, I had nothing to do with her death. That skank I had long broken up before she died. I doubt kid was even mine! I always used a condom! She probably some other dude and got pregnant again!” I pushed away from Isaac again with my fist in the air.

“Liar!” I shouted as I charged towards him. Isaac seized me just I got close enough to punch Dan again and dragged me out of the club with the other guys in other following behind out of the club.

-Now-

I glanced behind me at Cassius at our table. He gave me a grim look as he shook his head at me.

“What did you have to go and do all of that for?” he asked in a low voice. I turned back to the entrance, glaring.

“He just deserved to be punched,” I muttered. I don’t regret saying that out loud either.

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