- •Izumi always liked to place mental bets on new arrivals survival rate. He could have easily over looked the boy the night he first came to the room.
- •Izumi felt his pride inflate. He loved being complemented on his skills. Even if it was just some useless kid. Izumi picked up his sword and got up.
- •Izumi grabbed Nishi's shoulder from behind.
- •Izumi walked over to him with two pathetic looking plates of brunt buttered toast and eggs in hand.
- •Izumi grabbed Nishi by the shoulders he was now red in the face eyes bloodshot looking angry at the world.
- •Izumi was leaning against a telephone pole looking very bored.
- •Izumi got up to put his things away in his bedroom as he reappeared he closed the door behind him and noticed Nishi had put laptop on the coffee table and was watching him.
- •Izumi had started to turn out the lights and Nishi had already set up his bed on the sofa.
- •Izumi groaned grabbing some tissues.
- •Izumi frowned and roughly shoved him to the other side of the sofa.
- •Ignored by an insect.
- •It fell over stiff like a tiny paper doll.
- •It felt like the thousandth time that Izumi had told him not to cry.
- •0K u aSs aNgLerZ !g0! kIll tHIs tHiNg n0w oR 3lse!
- •I look too weak, I'm too small.
- •If someone was to touch him he wanted it to be like that. His heart dropped a little, he wished Izumi could be that person. He wanted Izumi to be that person...
- •It slightly perked his interest.
- •It was stupid. But it was the best thing he could think of. Either way Nishi returned to the sofa with the look of victory on his face.
Izumi grabbed Nishi by the shoulders he was now red in the face eyes bloodshot looking angry at the world.
"Calm the hell down!" Nishi's dark eyes swayed to him locking in on him as if he had forgotten he was there.
"Your acting pathetic! Your still the same brat you were before, you got the same memories and emotions so quit crying!" Nishi made more sniffling noises but his crying had stopped.
"Besides..." Izumi said loosening his grip on the boys shoulders. "Your crying is really annoying." Nishi gave a shaky exhale staring at the man who was now leaned over into him. Izumi moved back to his side of the sofa.
"Uh, Do you need some toilet paper or something?" Izumi said feeling awkward as he watched the boy rub the corners of his eyes. Nishi got up stumbled into the bathroom grabbing some for himself to blow his nose.
Izumi internally cringed their had always been something primal and disturbing about people crying to him.
"As I was saying, in some rare cases people survive when Gantz thought they would be dead, so then the person surives and I suppose goes on the their old life. But that's probably not the case and you could go back and do whatever you were doing before Gantz. You'll still be transported to the room, obviously."
Nishi stared at Izumi. "So you want me to leave." He said sounding discarding the paper in the bathrooms wastebasket.
Izumi internally groaned. "No listen. I want you to check it out. Don't you need some stuff from home, like a change of clothes?"
Nishi looked down at his uniform. "Yeah I guess so." He said grimly.
oOo
The day was rapidly turning to night as Nishi brought Izumi on a twelve minute walk through a near by park and down a couple of blocks. He apparently lived close by. He stopped in front of what looked like a lower middle class three story apartment.
"What floor do you live on?" Izumi asked.
"The second." Nishi said with an expressionless face. Izumi looked up to the second story noticing no lights were on.
Nishi pulled a ring of keys out of his backpack and unlock the door. Izumi stayed on the sidewalk watching the boy disappear in the dark hallway. Nishi climbed the stairs to his floor. Unlocking the door he stepped inside. The house was slightly cramped it wasnt filthy but there was just a lot of things out of place wrappers, cans, plates, books or glasses all covered most flat surfaces. The carpet hadnt been vacuumed in a good year and nobody ever dusted. Nishi had never really thought much of the mess until seeing how Izumi lived. The kitchen had a small round table and tan counter tops Nishi checked it to see if his fathers wallet or cell phone was there or any proof his father was home. Finding none he walked down the hallway. He peeked into his fathers bedroom.
Nishi's nose wrinkled as a nauseating smell overpowered him. The bed was unmade and the room was very dark. On the night stand and bureau were beer cans and half empty glasses of old milk that were probably responsible for the horriable smell. Nishi noticed some condom wrappers on the floor vaguely surprised his father had manged to get a women to stay inside this room long enough to have sex with her.
Nishi opened his bedroom door finding it very strange to be back in here it was slightly neater then the rest of the house but not by much. He walked to his nightstand switching on his lamp. Everything was where he left it it didn't look like his dad had come in here. Nishi snorted. His only son was dead and he didn't even know. Nishi wonderd his dad had filed a police report. He figured not. There wasn't really a way for the school to contact him. His only contact information for the school had been his mothers cellphone number. Her cellphone was now broken into pieces and hidden in the back of his sock draw somewhere. He would most likely have to miss more days of school for them to send an officer over. His bed was against the wall by the window with heavy shades to keep light out in the morning. He almost wished he could take them to Izumi's place. Nishi searched under his bed for a larger bag.
He found a black luggage bag and threw it on his bed. Nishi opened up his drawers taking some shirts, pants and looser fitting ones he could sleep in and placed them all in the bag. He grabbed a couple of sweatshirts from his closet and took some more sets of school uniforms along with other essentials like boxers and socks. He retrived his toothbrush form the bathroom. Nishi sat on his bed thinking of anything else he really wanted to take.
His eyes wandered to his desk his laptop and the charger wire neatly wrapped together with string so it wouldn't get tangled. It was the last gift he had received from his mother so he had always taken good care of it. After packing the laptop up he did one last survey over his room. He grabbed his bags and left.