Yoshiki's Picnic - 11

Part eleven - Promise of Life

"Wha-what??" Yoshiki widened his eyes to at least an inch, pointing them at Rolly so that he could look at him with shock. He looked at him with shock. "Do what!? Rolly, you don't mean..."

"Damn it, I mean lets do it!" Rolly grabbed my shoulders and shook them leaving me slightly dizzy. He continued to shake me, causing the breath in my lungs to spurt out of me in gasps. "Rolly! Rolly! You're making me gasp." Yoshiki cried. "I'm sorry Yoshiki-kun. I did not mean to harm you." Rolly said, ceasing his violent shaking of Yoshiki. "Please don't cry because of me I was only excited." Yoshiki coughed a little and sighed. "It is ok. Every one knows that you are excitable any way." Rolly smiled a little and removed his hands from Yoshiki. "Just...forget it. What I said."

But before Yoshiki could reply in any way shape or form to Rolly, there was a loud noise. Yoshiki jumped and squealed loudly in shock as a giant red bus exploded through the sturdy Tokyo fencing crafted by hard-working Japanese soldiers during World War II.

"Dear God!! Holy fuck!" Rolly cried as the bus hurtled through the park, not stopping as it ran a group of park-goers over, sending them flying through the air into the streets of Tokyo where they were once again run over by the busy Tokyo morning traffic. Dirt and grass could be seen flying into the air behind the out-of-control eight-wheeled bus as it ripped through the parklands.

"OH MY GOD NO WATCH OUT" Rolly bellowed as the bus zigged and zagged through the park. It then swerved and began heading straight for Rolly and Yoshiki before screeching to a dramatic and impulsive halt! It revved its engine and Yoshiki turned to the bus and stared it down. His vision was like a camera and it zoomed into the front of the bus dramatically. Thoughts and feelings rushed through his brain at the speed of light as the bus continued to rev its engine threateningly.

The bus jumped into motion, speeding straight for the j-rocker and Rolly. "OH NO HELP US THERE IS A CRAZY BUS IN HERE!! GOD NO. NO, NOT A BUS!! NO WE SHOULD RUN," hollered Rolly as the bus sped toward them. He screamed when the bus did not stop, despite the musicians clearly standing before it. Then Yoshiki jumped to the left and the bus adjusted its angle so that it was aiming for him. He threw his arms out in waiting for the bus and was ready to die.

He thought of hide. This is what hide would want, Yoshiki's mind screamed. THIS IS IT. My time for reckoning has come and I am ready for it. I was born ready for this the day hide died. I am ready bus you can take me a way from this pain I always feel. Like when I was five and this all started when mommy told me that daddy had gone away. Yoshiki wrapped his arms around his body and hugged himself, making it look like he was making out with someone from behind. He'd run to his father after work in the child mill where they'd made buttons and soap out of peculiar hard white sticks that Yoshiki thought looked familiar but never really knew what it was, to find his father standing beside his bed, facing away from Yoshiki. He was exstatic and wanted to tell Daddy all about his day at the factory and how the soap had come out particularly well today. He ran over to his daddy and pulled on his arm, ready to tell him about his exciting day. To his horror, after pulling on his only father's arm, the appendage ripped out of its socket and fell onto Yoshiki. He screamed and tried to push the arm off of him, but his feeble five year old constitution couldn't muster the strength to roll it off of him. He'd sobbed and sobbed as the arm bled onto his little boyshorts and sailor hat which had fallen off with the arm. But it was seventeen hours before his mom got home from the streets to find him and the arm and his dead father (the only one he had). At the funeral she had seemed deranged and slightly crazy. After the priest had blessed his father's corpse his mothered started whooping and guffawing, later urinating on his father's coffin. Later that day he promised his mother he would never make her go through that pain again and that he wouldn't die. She'd laughed and thrown a bottle of whiskey at him.

Wait, that's right. I told her I wouldn't die! He bellowed to his mind. Even if she doesn't care. Even if no one cares! I...I want to....I WANT TO LIVE!

But it was too late. The bus was nearly half a mile away and there was just no time for Yoshiki to jump out of the way or save himself. He was going to die. Now. When he'd finally decided it was time to live his life. For him. For himself. For Yoshiki. And there was nothing he could do. He sniffed and pulled a tissue out of his pocket and blew his nose, accepting his oh so cruel fate.

.~•••TO BE CONTINUED•••~.