C7 Hatred, lots and lots of hatred

Rosita's standpoint

"No, you make him an angry person," he laughed. I smiled sheepishly and flicked my hair. "Seriously, girl, you definitely know how to rock his world."

"Awwwn," I cooed. I stretched out my hand. "Welcome to the team, Odin,"

"Team Make Zeddick Miserable is now operational," Odin chirped.

"Mm hm, up top brother," we have a loud high five and laughed. Wow, he was making me laugh and be happy more than even Terry and Tenny ever did.

"Told you white makes you more free," Romi said smugly. I chuckled. Odin and I continued to eat and make merry as we made more plans on how to use this project to frustrate Zed. It felt so good to have someone on my size. The bell rang for the end of our fun. It was then I remembered Sakura needed me.

This big sister thing is hard work.

"Thanks for today, Odin-sama," I said with a playful wink.

"Sama, really?" He laughed. I waved at him before running off.

"You are stuck with that name for the rest of forever, sunshine," I shouted before entering another hall.

Sakura's standpoint

There was once a time when I used to worship idols, worship what they did by being a source of inspiration and admiration to others. I wanted to be like them–not that I can sing well–wanted to talk like them too but everything changed because of Isaac Fukushima.

It happened four years ago... Or at least it started four years ago. I had newly gotten into school with all hope of achieving great things, only to have that hope wash away when I turned to the school's punching bag. Three months into my miserable life, I started hiding out in an abandon classroom to keep them away. Then, the bullying wasn't even bad. Unfortunately, one day as I was hiding and reading a book, someone tumbled into my safe spot.

Of course I hid under a desk quickly, covering my mouth with fear as tears found it way to my eyes. The door shut and when I listened, it sounded like the person was struggling for air and balance so I came out. You can imagine my shock when I saw that it was Isaac coughing and gasping for air while he rest lazily on a wall. I was a huge fan so I knew what was wrong with him.

Everyone knew Isaac Fukushima didn't get sick easily, only twice and most times, once a year. But when he does get sick, he is almost impossible to treat. He becomes terribly bedridden for seven to nine days before he starts responding to treatment and very slowly. He had been like that since he was a child like his mother once said, a family disease from his father side that he would outgrow once he's twenty six... If he gets to twenty six. The sickness only transferred to the firstborn child if the child is a boy. If the child is a girl, the younger brother or any boy won't have it until their following generation.

The best way they avoided it was once he started getting the symptoms which are sweating and brief vertigo dizziness, his treatment starts immediately to stop the severe one. I knew the best way to help, my paternal grandmother was a priestess and knew a lot about herbs and roots. She knew different plants for different occasions and she taught me how to use most of them. Since I was a fan, I asked her what I could use to help Isaac and she had given me the solution. Grandma was still alive then...

_______ Flashback _______

"Isaac-senpai," I cried with alarm. I hurried to him and knelt down. "You are sick, I would call your friends." I stood up to run but he caught my wrist and pulled me down.

"Don't," he coughed, "please don't. If they find out that I'm sick, they'll cancel the charity concert and might not do it again. Please, don't tell them."

"But your health, you are going to collapse either way." I argued.

"I...I...I... Can m..." He coughed violently again.

"You really wanna do this for the children?" He nodded, "then you'll have to trust me and let me take care of you, but to do that, you'll have to follow me out."

"No one must see me," he gasped out.

"Don't worry, they won't." I helped him up to his feet and literally carried his whole weight on me. I successfully helped him out through my secret entrance, then got him a big hoody to wear and cover his body. It was a good thing everyone was in class. I was able to take him to his car then took his car keys. Dad taught me how to drive, since I was seven.

I drove out of school and straight to grandma's. It was a very long ride filled with worry and anxiety. Once we were there, Grandma wasn't home. It wasn't a problem. I helped him lay on the bed and quickly ran around to get the herbs and roots that would help. Grandma didn't return home that day, so I took care of him all night. I didn't sleep a wink, not even when the sun rose. I lied to my mom that I was spending the night at a friend to study, but told Grandma on phone the truth.

By daybreak, he was strong enough to stand and talk well, even carry on with the concert. However, once the treatment start, it had to be completed.

"Thank you... Uhm...?"

"Sakura," I said shyly.

"Sakura, beautiful name. It suits you."

"Thank you," I giggled. "Senpai, I have to complete the treatment. You have to take the herbs twice a week for six months so it would slowly heal you permanently. The sickness would be wiped from your gene for life, if you take the herbs."

"That bitter thing?" He cried.

"Do you want to get better?" I asked. He whimpered and whined for minutes before he agreed.

_______ End Of Flashback _______

Our routine started from there. I would meet him at the class every Monday and Thursday then force him to drink the different concoction in three bottles. Most times we talked, I opened up to him and told him things I didn't even tell my mom or siblings or even grandmother, just like he told me his. We were friends, I knew we were. We even somehow ended up teaching each other. He taught me about music and mathematics while I helped him and taught him every other subjects since he's a dunce.

After the treatment, we continued meeting up secretly, even outside school. I didn't mind, I really didn't mind. Even when my bullying got worse, he was the joy at the end of it. And it was like that for almost two years before I realised something.

Why didn't he ever smile at me in public? Why didn't he try to stop my bullying? He was my best friend, I was in love with him, he said he loved me. I might have been a minor but we kissed, he took my virginity, he claimed my heart. Was he ashamed of me? Why? I fought the fear of being used, I believed in him. As long as he loved me, nothing else mattered more to me. Even if he didn't smile at me in public, it didn't matter. As long as I had him to myself in secret; the only happiness in my growing misery.

Or so I thought.

One day, I was told to do something by the vice principal. It was very important, really, really. But Isaac called me that something happened. His mother collapsed, he was scared and crying. I left it, I left my job to be with him and comfort him. It got me in trouble, a trouble that could have really messed my future. I had to tell the truth, white lie. I didn't say we were together, I didn't say we were friends. I simply told them that Isaac sent me on an errand, nothing more.

To confirm it, the wicked teacher that hate me pulled me to the cafeteria and asked him. I can never forget the coldness in his eyes and the hate in his voice when he looked me in the eyes and said: "what do I have in common with a riffraff? If I want an errand done, don't I have people to do it than associate myself with a plebeian? Please, don't involve me in your nonsense."

God, my heart was ripped out of my chest and used to slap me. I was lucky to get a light punishment: clean the whole school and write a five thousand paged apology note in four days. My bullying got from worse to worst, worst, abso-fucking-lutely brutal. I was a liar, a beggar and so many more. I realise then that nobody is real, nobody is kind, I don't need friends and trusting people. I realised then that all rich people are the same.

Isaac Fukushima broke me, he destroyed my heart and trust. And it will remain that way.

"S...S...S...Sakura," there was a time that voice would give me weak knees, a time that voice would make my heart flutter and my cheeks turn red. There was a time I used to love the one that owns the voice. Now, all I feel is contempt and rage.

I raised my head from the desk. He knew where to find me, I never left my comforting classroom. The room that held so much memory. "The same way you came here, walk out."

"Look..."

"Don't you dare utter a word, don't say anything concerning anything. Get the hell out of my sight, Isaac!" I roared. I wish I had a gun. A bullet for every single pain he caused me.

"I just want to talk about the assignment..."

"There is no assignment, there isn't so get lost."

"This is very important because I've been failing a lot and my father..."

"That is your problem, not mine. Leave."

"Stop being so hard headed!" He shouted. "Please," he pleaded softly.

"You are lucky I cannot afford to hire an assassin, or I would have paid a good amount to waste you. Leave me alone, Isaac, haven't you done enough? Haven't you already slapped me in the face with my heart?! Leave me! Go! Go away!!!"

"Sakura, please listen to me, I didn't mean to..."

"Get out! Get out!" I was going feral. I didn't even know where I got the strength to lift the desk and threw it at him. He was quick to dodge. I grabbed whatever I could reach and kept throwing it at him. His guards came in quick and held me down. I couldn't help the tears that slipped out.

"Let her go," he commanded.

"You are bleeding, sir," one gasped.

"I deserve it." I was tossed to the floor where I gladly fell as I cried. Why was I so blinded by love to see what was really happening? Why?

"Look, I know you hate me a lot, really. But my grade means a lot to me. If you refuse to join, I'll have no other choice than to redraw your admission in this school and make sure no other school admits you. You can use today to think about it."

Sorry buddy, fate already got that covered... I so wanted to say. Instead I cried, I cried my eyes out even after he left.

The cruel reality was smiling at me, smirking as it made itself known. I had no choice but to agree, to spend time with the devil. Evil fact had proven; I was still in love with Isaac.