Run Over Chapter 2.10

Bring Me Up
Chapter 2 Part 10

Hara brought a first aid kit from the medical point and placed a compress on my swollen bruises. Had it been effective? I don't know, I guess it did something.

"Well, where shall we start?" Minato asked.

Hara had a mysterious air to him. I also wanted to ask a lot of things.

"We won't start from somewhere, just say everything at once. Why were you here and Hara there?"

"Oh, just…"

"Oh, I just…" They began saying in chorus, and simultaneously falling silent.

"Mi… please, can you…"

"Oh yeah? I wanted to give you the spotlight."

"Oh, that… well, you were the one who brought me here…"

Understood.

"And what am I supposed to talk about?"

"Ah, well, you know… You saw it too, didn't you, Idzono-kun?" Minato poked her finger at the stolen smartphone.

"I didn't."

"If you see it, you'll freak out."

I caught the phone thrown up in the air by her.

"Uh…" Hara saw it first. Interested, I also looked at the screen.

"Uh…" We had the same reaction. Whether it was good or bad, when I saw what was on the screen, I was speechless.

The photos showed s.e.x.

Just like that. The screen showed rows of small photos. And on all of them, two people were joined. Fushimi and Tanabe. Crotch to crotch, crotch to mouth, and there were also such where Tanabe spread her legs with her knees up. And no pixel censorship.

What was happening seemed absurd, wild, and extremely crude.

"What is this bullsh*t?"

Shocked, Hara stayed silent.

"What you see. It's all what you see."

"Not that."

The thoughts in my head spun in a whirlwind, and I forgot what I wanted to say. Even my tongue began to falter. But in the far corner of my mind, a clear idea began to form. It immediately looked like a crutch for me, where I could push off.

What if we destroyed the settled relations in our closed society, and then the air in the cla.s.sroom will no longer strangle us? Until now, I thought these thoughts were just stupid dreams.

"Hara-kun, do you want to be persecuted everyday?" Minato asked. Hara didn't answer.

"Idzono-kun, do you want to have to put up with it everyday? Minato asked. I didn't answer.

"With the help of this we will break Fushimi-kun and Tanabe-san. We will crush these annoying, nasty creatures." Minato announced. Hara and I didn't answer.

"We'll be able to break whoever we want. Let's beat them in advance."

Minato's pompous speech seemed to me like "cold-blooded thinking", like a citation from a manga, as if the actress tried to add some realism into the story. But the proposal sounded too tempting, leaving me no choice.

Exactly, well of course….

"That… I never thought of doing anything like that…"

The person who did not share my enthusiasm, ruined such a wonderful moment. Exactly. I should have guessed what kind of rag ge was.

"What? Hara-kun?"

"W-well, Minato-san, what are you up to..?"

"How do I say this, at first we must crush Fushimi-kun's and Tanabe-san's closest relations."

This girl spoke these statements so simply. She could do anything. She moved forward towards her goal, and if she met with some obvious resistance, she would fight and destroy the ill-wisher.Her behaviour was completely different from the behaviour of most other people, who avoided argues and put up with it.

"C-crush who?"

"Well, at first let's try to fight for the fun of it?"

"F-fight?"

"Understand it like that."

"They'll give us payback."

"Let's try to be the first."

"And what happens next?"

"If we'll be able to make it before they dare to answer us, it would be enough."

Hara could not do this.

He was chased naked around the cla.s.s, beaten up like a punching bag, was forced to bear all kinds of nonsense, and all he did was put up with it. He could've easily broken the vicious circle. When he was forced to run some errands, he could've poured something into their drinks. If some ill-wisher rode a bicycle, he could've pierced the wheel with a nail. And for the bully – a punch straight in the face.

But Hara couldn't do this.

"I-it won't work! And what if we fail?"

If we fail, we will be persecuted even more. I was twisted from this thought.

Thinking that he was still far from the bottom, he didn't notice how he had fallen to the very bottom. He tried to protect his long-gone dignity. Simply speaking, being dumb. But the dumb always infuriated me.

The idiots, who are ready to live their entire lives crawling on all fours, are better to be ignore.

But.

"Fall even in further, if you want." I heard my own voice as if from the side. "I'm always angry. At you, at Fushimi, at the whole cla.s.s. I'll just look and immediately rage. I'll just hear the sounds – and my insides twist."

So if they all suddenly get into something and die at once, I will be only glad. This is the dumbness I wished for.

I was wrong in the most important thing.
I wasn't supposed to wait for "something"
Interesting, how come I never noticed something so simple?
The conditions were the most favourable.
I can crush Fushimi.
And no one will stop me from attacking him.
And there was no point in being scared, that he will strike back.
Fushimi was a piece of sh*t, who mocks people without a twinge of consciousness.

His mobile was in our hands. The moron left a whole tone of goods in the form of p.o.r.nography in his own performance and not only, on his phone. On some, he just f*cked, on others he poured alcohol into himself – and pleasantly showed this from angles. What to take from this – he's a moron, and his behaviour matches.

If I choose the right time, I'll be able to crush him. I will crush him to the point that he'll smell fried.

I stood up from my chair and went to Hara.

"Come on," I said only two words, looking at him. He, as usual, twitched convulsively and blinked frequently. But he had to act. This he understood, though he kept silent. I opened my mouth again, "Or will you commit suicide, like the girl, last year?"

I remembered the face of the girl, who had to suffer bullying, and eventually died. That gloomy individual sat on the spot, that Minato now occupied. I remembered how she was not let out of the cla.s.s until she p.i.s.sed, and then cut her hair with scissors. How pathetic she looked.

And now the bullying that led to one death, began again. My head was full of clapping hands again.

"Answer."

My unclear anger began to take a distinct form. The person before me didn't say anything. We could stay silent forever, until the end of time. But what we had to do was break the vicious circle. We had to make a choice.

"Answer."

"…"

Hara began to twitch, just like when he was getting bullied in cla.s.s.

"Well, answer."

Silence.

"Answer!" I grabbed Hara by the collar. "I'll beat up Fushimi?! I'll continue to be bullied?! Or should I decide for you?!"

Hara's legs pulled away from the ground and twitched in the air. And my own legs, beaten by Fushimi, began to ache, but I didn't unclench my hands.

"I-it hurts."

"What will you choose?! Answer! Make a decision!"

"I'll do it… I'll do it…"

I opened both my hands, Hara fell to the ground.

"Of course. How else."

"I'll do it… I'll do it…"

"You'll answer Fushimi. Oh how you'll answer him."

"Yeah…"

"You said it three times. Don't you dare. Ever. Even think of running away."

Without looking at Hara, I headed towards the exit of the room, and when I opened the door, some people stared at me in surprise, perhaps – members of the literature club.

***

Some raindrops fell outside, the sky was covered with heavy clouds, and the warm dampness of the air seemed to envelop the skin.

"Idzono-kun, wait a bit," someone called from behind. Minato stood there, holding Fushimi's phone in her hand.

"Return it."

"And how?"

"It doesn't matter. Drop it in his table."

"Oh yeah?"

"Don't oh yeah me, let's go." Minato pointed at the school building and went there, so I decided to follow her.

"You behaved yourself so cooly. Why so suddenly?"

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I myself didn't understand what I had done today. My ability to avoid conflicts didn't work today.

"By the way, how would you put down Fushimi and Tanabe?"

"Huh? Well, you know… I think I already suggested.. We can go to the place where the two f*ck."

"But you wouldn't know, when they'd be there again."

"No, Fushimi-kun, is a complete fool. To all the photos attached geotags, with them it is easy to figure out their location."

"Geotag, what's that?"

"Information by GPS. Where the photo was taken, is saved on the phone, the date and time too. I think that if I sort out the data, I'll be able to find the day of the week and the specific time."

It sounded promising. Some Sherlock Holmes. Holmes, who is investigating the case of the p.o.r.nographic photographs. Some disgusting detective.

"Well, there is nothing worse, it's just the thing to threaten Tanabe-san with."

How clever, thought I, and didn't notice how I smiled.

"What happened?"

"No, nothing."

The hand beaten by Fushimi hurt. And the pain gave me motivation. I began to whistle, and the melody came out as something similar to "Amazing Grace", I heard it in a series, which I played on the tv a few years back.

"Idzono-kun, chin up."

"How else"

My whistling and the sounds of our footsteps echoed down the corridor. Our shoes clinked on the ground. We finally crawled to out cage numbered 2-4 and opened the door.

It was already past five, but there was still one person inside. He worked with a dispa.s.sionate face on his laptop, but suddenly our eyes met. Right, he was called Shibata.

"Idzono?" Shibata said glancing at Minato beside me. "You're dating?" Shibata asked. Usually I don't talk with him. I almost asked whether he was an idiot.

"Oh, no."

All I did was give Minato a helping hand and steal Fushimi's smartphone.

"What's with the content?"

"I figured out the online repository, it's alright."

"Your skills are frightening."

Having made a few last steps to Fushimi's desk, which turned out to be full of random rubbish, I threw in the smartphone decorated with an apple sign. It dully struck the wood. But Shibata didn't take his eyes off me.

"Idzono, what'd you put in there?"

"A mobile."

"Whose?"

"Fushimi."

Why do you have his phone?"

"I accidentally found it, by accident."

Shibata looked at me with obvious distrust.

"And how did you know, that it was lost by Fushimi?"

"Huh? W-well." I hesitated and answered truthfully. "I dug through it."

I glanced at Minato, who was walking out of the cla.s.s, and tried to move the chair back to Fushimi's desk. And then from behind me came:

"You're up to something yeah?"

Shibata continued clicking with his mouse in antic.i.p.ation for an answer. I gestured for Minato to keep going forward. The girl opened the door into the hall.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't understand yet, but… something… just something."

"What is this something? Listen."

Amazing insight, just amazing.

"Are you aware that people are interested in you?"

"Who?"

"The girls in the cla.s.s."

"I'm popular?"

"Pff. They're ready to kill you out of hatred."

I don't care.

"What's wrong with you? This doesn't look like you. And in general… you tried not to get into anything, you tried to be invisible. In short, you behaved yourself differently." Shibata suddenly began to a.n.a.lyze my character.

This guy was forever stuck in his laptop, and no one tried to talk to him. Shibata joined us a year ago, and at first I thought that with such a character he will be persecuted. He chose the image of a botanist who doesn't part with his laptop, and so was the ideal object for persecution.

After a few months after his entrance, some knucklehead broke his laptop. Shibata
Check back soon!demanded from the parents of the knucklehead a compensation and forced them to pay either several tens ot hundreds of thousands of yen.

Then I didn't know, whether his actions were approved or overdid it. Perhaps the eternally silent Shibata felt a relating soul in me.

Because of this I said:

"I hate this cla.s.s."

"I completely understand you. I am the same. I just look at out idiots – and want to die right away."

"Die? Not kill?"

"If I kill, I will be arrested."

"Then they can simply be beaten up."

"Then I want to beat them up."

"Let's beat them up."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll be made into another Hara."

"I see." I smiled slightly.

Everything constantly infuriated me. I was like wet gunpowder. But now I finally ignited.

"I will succeed."