For Majijo Sake (Yoga x Magic)
“Yoga?!” I let out, seeing the young girl dressed in a purple dress.
“It’s Ikura here.” She answered me in an amusing tone.
“Why are you here?” I asked and we sat on a seat.
“I want to help Majijo.”
“Y-Yoga?” Katabutsu stuttered at the view of my friend. “I mean Ikura…”
“Karei. It’s you, right?” Yoga asked, showing the picture on her phone.
It was the picture from Sakura’s phone when we acted gay together… I felt my cheeks become red and tried to avoid Yoga’s look.
“I’m truly sorry!” Katabutsu bowed quickly in front of us.
She laughed at Katabutsu’s apologize. We stared at her confused.
“It’s fine.” She shook her head. “I already know about this. I’m glad she accepted to help.” She cast a teasing glance at me.
“Hey! I’m not black-hearted.” I pouted while she pinched my cheeks softly.
I saw Katabutsu leave us, a light smile on her face.
“I’m glad to see you.” Yoga said with a warm smile. “This dress really suits you.” She continued, stroking by bare shoulders with her icy fingers.
I lifted up her chin to make her facing me. She showed me an almost sad smile.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“I missed you.” She answered before kissing me slowly but passionately.
“I missed you too.” I said when we parted away.
“I don’t like to see you here…” She mumbled, avoiding my look.
“It’s for Majijo sake.” I stroked her cheeks gently.
“I… don’t want that something happened to you.” She looked away, pushing my hand.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“How can you say that? Yakuza came here last time…”
“I know how to protect myself. I’ll not give up now, it’s for Majijo sake.”
“Majijo sake, huh? Will you let anyone kiss you for Majijo sake? Will you let someone touch you for Majijo sake? Will you let someone hit you for Majijo sake? Will you let someone kill you for Majijo sake?” She said in a cold tone before standing up.
“Yoga…” I only said and she left me.
Otabe came in the backstage. She looked at Yoga, a bit stunned.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting in front of me.
“Nothing.” I snapped.
I quickly changed my clothes and reached the exit door.
“Ikura?” A voice called me.
I turned around, looking the girl with a white dress.
“It’s-” She started but I left her, closing the door.
For Majijo sake? Majijo is important for me but… that kill me to see Magic here…
“Aren’t you from this hostess bar?” A man asked while I passed in front of him.
“We have something to do with you guys. You treated our head.” Another smirked, walking toward me.
“Yakuza, huh?” I snapped, stopping me.
“Yeah and you’re a student from Majijo.”
“The girls who try to save their school by doing hostess.” The other laughed.
“It’s for Majijo sake.” I muttered.
I suddenly turned around and punched him in his face. The other ran to me, I avoided him. Looking at the guy on the ground, I hit him when he started standing up. I feel an impressive pain in my stomach. I slowly turned around, seeing the man with a knife in her hand. My uniform was red, red of blood. They laughed and ran away. I felt my head become dizzy and closed my eyes.
I was sitting next to the bed, squeezing the hand of the sleeping girl.
“Tell us if she wakes up.” Sakura said, leaving the room with Otabe.
“Why did you leave? You idiot…” I couldn’t cry anymore.
I felt so empty. My eyes were red but dry.
“Please wake up…”
The hand squeezed me back, lightly. I raised my head, distinguishing a light smile on Yoga’s face.
The machines started ringing loudly. The squeeze vanished little by little. The doctor came, taking Yoga in another room. Otabe looked at me, tapping my shoulder a bit. She didn’t need to speak, we understood each other and she was supporting me, as always.
“Don’t stare at me like that.” She said coldly.
“What?” I snapped back, annoyed by her.
“You’re staring.” She stood up, avoiding to look at me.
“What? No! Never!” I almost shouted and reached her.
“Really? Stop looking at me.”
“Don’t yell. I can hear you.” She said always calmly, looking into my eyes.
“You! Stupid!” I grabbed her collar and pushed her against the wall.
I was leaning on her. She didn’t move or try to remove my grip.
“Will you punch me?” She made fun of me.
I smirked, leaning more against her. I removed my hands slowly to stroke her cheeks. She didn’t push me away, in the contrary, she grabbed one of my hands and we intertwined our fingers. I tilted my head, our lips were a few inches apart. Her eyes were closed, her warm breath against my mouth.
“Have you- I-I-I’m sorry!” Sakura’s voice interrupted us.
I didn’t move but Yoga opened her eyes, trying to push me away.
“R-Release me!” She mumbled.
She tried to separate me from her. She wasn’t using all her strength. As if… she didn’t me to let her go. I quickly heard Sakura leaving us.
“Stop it.” I murmured in her ear.
She immediately stopped. I kissed her chin, her red cheeks and then her nose.
“I can’t stop staring at you.” I said before kissing fully her lips.
They tasted like cherries but mostly soft, as cotton.
My teary-eyes burnt, thinking about our first kiss, our first moment together… thinking about her, Yoga.
“She doesn’t want you to cry for her.” Otabe said behind my shoulder.
“I want her to wake up.” I bit my lips to not cry.
“She will. Come on.”
I followed her until we reached Yoga’s room. A young nurse came toward her. I couldn’t distinguish any expression on her face.
“Are you her friends?” She asked, referring to Yoga.
I nodded waiting her to talk.
“She is… awake.” The nurse finally smiled.
I rushed to her room. Yoga was sitting on her bed, a light smile on her face when I entered in the room.
“You idiot.” I said, hugging her tightly.
I was crying. But it was the tears of joy this time…
Whatever why you cry. Every tear has a reason.