Genzo abruptly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his room. His head was buzzing like after a solid hit from a baseball bat, his mouth was full of sand, and his throat burned as if he had eaten glass yesterday. "Fuck... last day, you bitch," he thought, slowly sitting up on the bed. The suitcase was already standing by the door, packed the night before: a couple of pants, T-shirts, some cash, a passport, and all that shit that might come in handy in South Korea. Tomorrow, the plane, a new life, new fucking adventures. Today he just had to survive.
He stretched, yawned so hard his jaw cracked, and remembered last night. It had been long and boring as a math lesson at school. He stayed up until three, jerked off to porn in old magazines he had stolen from his father, then lazily browsed articles on his laptop. In the end he grabbed his phone and texted Renji.
"Hey, Renji. It's my last day anyway, maybe we'll get together at your place, have a drink, fuck it?"
The reply came almost immediately: "Hey. Can we, I hope, drink tea?"
Genzo burst out laughing and sent a bunch of laughing emojis. "Of course not, we'll drink vodka, a little. First time I thought about what would happen if I drank. We're only 16, and that was recent."
Renji didn't reply for a long time, then sent: "Tomorrow is fine." Genzo tossed the phone onto the bed and passed out.
The day was bright, the sun in his eyes, birds singing as if they had been paid. Kaoru left the house practically naked, short shorts that barely covered her ass and a thin top through which everything showed. She texted Oota, and they met in the park. There were tons of people: moms with strollers, schoolkids, old people on benches.
Some little kid accidentally bumped into Kaoru's shoulder while running past. She instantly grabbed him by the hair, hard enough to make it creak, and barked right in his face:
"You little shit, watch where you're going, fucker. Touch me again and I'll rip your balls off and shove them in your mouth."
The boy gasped, eyes wet, and nodded like a machine gun. Kaoru smiled with satisfaction and let him go. He ran off, nearly shitting himself.
Oota just waved it off:
"Come on, Kaoru, it's just some kid."
Kaoru shrugged and adjusted her top.
"I was just bored. Anyway, to business. Yesterday I killed three people. The administrator of that fucking school and an old man from the neighboring house. Where should we put the bodies?"
Oota thought for a second and scratched the back of her head.
"We could throw them in the river? The current is strong there."
"No," Kaoru smiled. "I know something more fun. It'll be hilarious."
Oota nodded:
"Alright, I'm going. Let's not stand here too long, too many eyes."
They parted ways, and the day slowly rolled toward evening.
And at night the real shitstorm began.
Raiden and Renji invited Genzo over. A typical Japanese house, tatami mats, a low table, the kitchen right next to the room. At first they drank "a little." Then "one more." Then bottles started flying one after another. Two hours later all three were belting out songs, laughing like horses, and had completely trashed the room. The smell of booze, cigarettes, and some food they had tried to eat.
Genzo, completely wasted, stumbled to the bathroom. He flooded the whole place, water pouring over the edge, and pissed all over the floor because he couldn't aim anymore. "Hic... fuck... where's the floor..."
Then he just got up and left, staggering like the last drunk. Renji and Raiden remained unconscious right in the kitchen, one face-down on the table, the other on the floor, snoring like a tractor.
Genzo went outside. The night was pitch black. The streetlights were dim, the wind cold. He could barely walk, hiccupping every three steps:
"Hic... hic... fuuuck..."
His vision blurred, the world was spinning. And then he saw them, Asura and Aya, his classmates. The girls were standing by the store, chatting. They saw him and froze.
"Is that Genzo?" Aya whispered.
"Drunk as fuck," Asura replied.
Genzo tried to walk past but almost fell.
"Hey, Genzo! What's wrong with you?" Asura shouted. "At least say hello, you dickhead."
Genzo turned his blurry head:
"Hic... go fuck yourself..."
Asura crossed her arms:
"You could at least look decent, idiot. You're leaving tomorrow and you're acting like a pig."
Genzo hiccupped especially loudly and nearly collapsed.
"Hic... help me, fuck... get me home... I'm gonna die right here... everything's spinning, you bitches..."
Asura sighed but still came over. She put his right arm over her shoulder. Aya reluctantly took the left. They dragged him like a sack of shit.
The whole way Genzo was yelling and swearing:
"Fuuuuck... why did I drink so much... hic... Renji, you faggot, Raiden too... I'll only drink with normal people... Asura, your tits are so soft, fuck... oops, sorry... hic...
And you Aya, you fucking slut, thaaaat's it... hic..."
"Shut the fuck up already, moron," Asura hissed, red from anger and embarrassment.
Aya just stayed silent and kept dragging him.
They barely managed to haul him to his house. Genzo couldn't stand on his feet anymore. Right at the porch he broke free, took a step, and face-planted straight onto the concrete. His legs stayed on the path, ass up.
"Nnngh... fuck..." he muttered and passed out.