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goldenmirroraffair · 10 months

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Chapter 4: Typhoon

Me and Jurinji open our doors at almost the same time. They are both made of the same dark walnut wood. While mine is engraved with roses his has birds flying on them. The golden doorknobs bring the whole aesthetic together. We walk down the grand stairs without saying a word. I glance over to him on carpeted main hall and notice the golden light of the chandelier reflecting off the rim of his glasses. He seems to have a troubled expression. I bring up the courage to ask him a question I’ve never asked him before.

‘Is everything alright? You seem troubled.’

He seems a bit surprised but without looking at me responds with ‘There is nothing that should concern you.’

Arriving at the dinner table the smell of chicken hits my nose. Personally, I don’t like eating animals. When I see an animal, I usually want to pet it. Tearing their flesh apart with my teeth feels wrong. But I feel like I couldn’t voice that.

Miss Mozu comes into the room holding a few platters. Our personal chef is still in Japan to make it look like we’re still there, so she has to cook our food. She doesn’t eat with us obviously. ‘Today on the menu is Chicken with veggies and gravy. Dig in.’ the maid says as she puts down the food in the middle of the table. There are four green plates. One for me, one for Jurinji, one for mother and another one that we put out for my father. Even though he’s dead we are still putting out a plate so that his spirit has the option to dine with us. There is only one empty chair. We don’t put a plate there anymore.

‘Excuse me are we supposed to eat this slob?’ Jurinji asks looking disgusted.

‘Well, yes. The main chef isn’t here and I saw there was leftover chicken from the-‘

‘Leftover? How aren’t you fired yet?’ the chemistry student shouts.

‘I’m sorry I’ll look what I can do’ the commoner apologizes.

‘Hello, my dear children’. Mother says as she walks into the room wearing a green tiger print jacket over a black dress. She accessorized it with a green black and golden belt. Everything fits her perfectly.

‘Hello mother’ I say synchronized with my brother.

‘How were your days at school?’ She says as she sits down at the head of the table putting some vegetables and chicken on her plate and sloppily covering everything with gravy. I’ve never seen her so tired.

‘I am class representative and trained playing the violin in my break. The other students admired me of course.’ I explain.

‘That sounds amazing, dear. How about you, Jurinji?’

‘I am class representative as well and my teacher was shocked by how well I work. Did you know that we are mixed with commoners?’ The man with glasses asks as he starts putting food on his plate. Miss Mozu doesn’t even seem to be shocked by his last statement. She’s used to it by now.

‘Don’t forget that I was a commoner as well, my dear child.’

‘I’m sorry, mother.’

‘But you are the daughter of a higher up at the police and a CEO.’ I say looking confused at mother. I may have stepped a bit out of line.

‘Yes, and I worked my way up as a graphic designer eventually getting together with your father and marrying him. I thought I taught you more respect. I am quite disappointed, my child.’ The woman in the grass green faux pelt expresses.

‘I’m sorry, mother.’

She sighs as she brings her fork to her mouth looking sadly into the weird brown sauce. We finish the rest of the dinner in silence.

As the moon rises, I look at the pink helmet in the corner of my room. That punk idiot said he’d host a party today. I need to bring him the helmet. I hesitate as I sneak out of my room. I think Jurinji and mother should be in bed by now. I hear Miss Mozu singing in the kitchen as she washes up. It’s a pop song I’ve never heard. Could this be Swans new song? I shouldn’t think about that. I put a navy denim jacket with a dark green hood on and clutch the pink helmet in my hands as I stumble to the front door. With shaky fingers I open the old door.

‘Going anywhere special?’ a mountain of a man stands in front of me. I prepare to scream for my life as I notice it’s just Charles, our driver.

‘Jesus Christ Charles I almost got a heart attack.’ I respect Charles a lot. We’ve known each other all my life so he’s something like a family friend.

‘Are you getting picked up by a bike?’ he says looking at the helmet. ‘You know I can’t allow that.’

‘No, I just need to return this.’

‘To where? I can drive you real quick.’

‘It’s a place called the Typhoon.’

He looks at me confused. ‘Typhoon? So, you wanna party?’

‘No, the guy that’s hosting drove me home earlier. You know… on his bike.’

‘Oh. Sorry again about that. Then let’s go.’ He may not be a man of many words, but I still like him. He’s been a second father figure to me in a way.

As I enter the luxury car which’s name I don’t even know, I start to panic a bit. It’s just a quick in and out. In and out and I’m done. This feels like a crime even though it’s probably the most normal thing ever to someone who’s 19.

We pass the rich district with grand houses and bushes cut into beautiful shapes and arrive at the standard living part of the city. I remember these streets from when Axel drove me and my brother home.

‘I’ll be back in 5!’ I say to Charles as he shows me a thumbs up and waits outside.

I walk toward the now decorated entrance and hear the bumping of techno music. I hate techno. I usually play classical music, but I like a lot of the big pop stars too. Especially Katy Perry. But unless this is 2010 themed, I don’t think I’ll hear much of her work today. It’s not like I’m going to stay for long anyways.

‘ID please’ the bumper says. He has a face tattoo in the shape of a snake. Face tattoos seem kind of scary to me, but I don’t want to judge him based on appearance. That was my fathers job. What scares me even more, however, is the fact that I don’t have my ID with me.

‘He’s with me don’t worry.’ Oh no. A girl in a sparkly sequence dress with beautiful long dark curly hair and red eyeshadow appears. It’s Chayenne. She drags me inside. The air is thick, and I can barely breathe. I already know the flashing lights would give me a headache if I stayed here longer. I clutch the helmet in one hand as she pulls me through the loud chatter.

‘Let go of me!’

‘Why? Aren’t you here to party?’

‘No, I have to find Axel’ she let’s go of my hand.

‘He and his boyfriend work at the bar today. Oh, sorry he’s not single by the way’ I can barely hear her through the loud bumping of techno.

‘What do you mean with sorry?’

‘Well, your older sibling is queer. It would only make sense for you to be queer too.’

‘What? That’s not how it works. The decisions of Swan aren’t mine and I don’t know why they should have anything to do with me.’

‘Decisions? Being queer is not a decision. Some of us have to fight for our lives daily. We are lucky to live in Germany where it’s relatively accepted but there is still a long way to go. We didn’t choose to have to fight for our rights or rely on old and out of touch guys to rule over if we can get married or have surgeries.’ It gets quieter around us. ‘And also you walked into a fucking gay bar.’ What? I look around and I notice the rainbow accessories and the stereotypically queer looking people around us. Why didn’t Axel tell me?

‘I- I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m sorry if I insulted you. Just please don’t take this the wrong way.’

‘Do you still talk to your older sibling?’

‘What?’

‘Swan. Are you still in contact with him or did your homo- and transphobic ass family abandon him completely?’

‘I- I- I didn’t have a say in-‘

‘Jesus fucking Christ that’s enough!’ A tan guy in a fishnet shirt and jorts appears. He has a strong body type, short, dark hair and hazel eyes. I’m guessing he’s around 22 years old. ‘You come with me.’ He forcefully takes my right arm and drags me outside. His grip kind of hurts my wrist. There are a few people cheering him on. I feel incredibly embarrassed.

When we get outside, he says to me in an angry tone ‘What the fuck is your problem man? Coming into a gay bar and making us feel bad. You should be kinda ashamed of yourself.’ He has an American accent. It sounds like a bad movie dub every time he opens his mouth.

‘I’m very sorry. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to return this.’ I show him the pink helmet.

‘But that’s my boyfriends… Don’t tell me you’ve been sleeping with him. That asshole.’ He grabs the helmet. ‘Twinks like you are more his type anyways.’

‘No, it’s not like that! I’m straight.’

‘Wait aren’t you-‘ He tries to finish the sentence but get’s interrupted by Charles, my knight in shining armour coming to rescue me.

‘Do we have a problem?’

‘No, he was just leaving.’ The jock says as he walks back inside with the helmet. I guess that’s taken care of.

‘Thank you very much!’

‘You know you say thank you and sorry too much, right?’ The mountain of a man says to me. ‘Let’s get you home.’

During the car ride I can’t stop thinking about how mad I am at Axel and his boyfriend. This feels like a setup. His boyfriend sucks and he does too. I really dislike them. I hate them. I hope nobody recorded or saw that. God I’m so embarrassed. By tomorrow everyone will know of this.

I say goodbye to Charles as I sneak back inside. I think Miss Mozu is done by now and probably asleep too somewhere. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. I put on my pyjamas. They are green and have a hood with tiny bear ears. I pull it up as I try to sleep. I don’t know what bothers me more. The fact that I was put on the spot like that or that he has a boyfriend, and I misinterpreted some things today. But why should that bother me? It’s not like I like him or anything. I close my eyes as I doze off and start to dream.

In a room packed full of people with muffled laughter a dark mist arises. A cloaked figure gliding though the mass not being noticed by most. A soft beat in its eardrums as it walks into something that looks like a restroom. There is someone cleaning or collecting something while being kneeled on the ground in front of a toilet. A hand is thrown in the air with a sharp and short knife in its grip. It slams into the back of the person while only a muffled scream can be heard. They step out of the cabin and in the mirror only a red oni mask can be seen.

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goldenmirroraffair · 10 months

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Chapter 3: Favour

‘Driving a bike with three people is illegal, you know?’ I try telling the annoying man.

‘Nobody will know it’s you with these helmets on’.

‘Why do you even have three helmets with you if it’s illegal?’ My brother questions.

‘Good question. Would you believe me if I said I have a spare?’

‘No’

‘Perfect now put it on’ the punk orders as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his biker jacket. However, he doesn’t close the zipper.

‘Can I sit in the middle’, Jurinji asks. It makes sense. He’s the smallest so having protection from both sides would be beneficial.

‘Actually’, Axel refutes, ‘I’d prefer if Fuzzball over here was in the middle’.

‘If you call me that one more time your bike is a bunch of scraps by tomorrow’ I tell him off. ‘But sure. You know bikes best, I guess’.

I put the biker helmet over my bulk of hair. The protective wear is pink so I’m a bit embarrassed. Maybe he has a girlfriend and it’s hers. I remind myself of his outing earlier. Wait this all makes sense now.

‘Ok now put your arms around my belly’ the pierced man continues.

‘Are you doing this as a form of flirting?’

‘What? No! I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to take you home. Wait not in that way… I mean like I need to make all the stuff that happened today up to you.’

‘Sure, sure. Well, no matter what I need to get home. I just want you to know that I’m straight.’

‘Oh, because every gay person wants to fuck you. That’s kinda homophobic’.

I mean in a way he’s right. He may be gay but assuming that he has ulterior motives was a bit insensitive. ‘Alright I’m sorry. Just help me get home please.’

‘Whatever let’s go.’

Even though he has a mask on, I can tell that my brother must be having the time of his life. He’s very observant and quiet. I don’t know a lot of things about him, meaning that he either is the biggest homophobe ever or, the more likely option, he doesn’t care. Maybe he’s queer himself but… no. Not after the whole situation with Swan.

I put my arms around Axel’s stomach giving him a tight hug in a way. I never did this to anyone except maybe my grandma, so this experience feels wierdly surreal. Through the part of his spotty white tank-top that isn’t covered by the biker jacket I can feel his rock-hard abs. This is making me blush, but anybody would be flustered in this moment, right? Is this why he didn’t zip his jacket up? I’m very happy that I have this helmet on. Jurinji grips his hands tightly on the back of the motorcycle. To be honest I’m happy that it isn’t me who has to sit in the back. I’d be too scared of falling off.

As we’re driving, I can smell the gasoline through my mask. It smells masculine in a way. As someone who expresses himself more femininely, I feel a disconnection. I don’t really like these labels though. I also like masculine things like baseball or video games, but the stereotype still mostly fits. Oh, also this is way too fast and I feel like I will die any second. My heart dropped into my stomach a kilometre ago and I just hope my little brother is alright. He’s usually more courageous than me though so I guess it’ll be ok. He makes a U-turn to park at some place a few streets away from mothers mansion. On a support beam at the entrance, I can make out the letters “T Y P H O O N”.

‘Didn’t you want to drive us all the way home?’ I ask as we get off the bike.

‘Don’t worry I will. The delivery guy left the paper straws out though and its gonna start raining soon.’

‘So, you want us to carry them inside with you?’ My brother concludes.

‘It’s only a small favour…’ the bike owner mentions.

‘If this will get me home sooner, sure’ the observant one agrees.

We carry a few boxes who are lighter than they look into a dark room. To be honest I’ve never been to a party. Seeing an empty club must be even weirder than being in a full one, I think. If I used this location to give a violin concert, I bet I could attract a lot of young people. Maybe I could even cover popular songs with my instrument.

There is a side room behind the bar where we carry the straws into.

‘You sure you don’t want a drink? I could even make you a virgin.’

‘Excuse me?’, I say shocked.

‘A virgin drink is a non-alcoholic drink’, my brother explains.

‘Sorry I’m very clumsy with my words. Here in Germany, we say “Ich trete in Fettnäpfchen.”’ the punk tries to justify.

‘Are you sure you aren’t drunk yet?’ I comment 'But no I don't want a drink. Can we go back now?.'

We go back onto the motorcycle, and he decided to start driving earlier than expected meaning I jump forward a bit to squeeze my body against his back, wrapping my arms around him like a gift. ‘Sorry’ I whisper but he could never hear that through the mask. Finally, we arrive at my mother’s mansion.

‘Thank you’ my brother says as he throws his black and neon green helmet at the punk and starts to walk to the big intimidating gate with “FELCH” engraved into it. It seems like he’s a little bit dizzy after the drive.

I watch as Axel puts the helmet into a bag and stores it under the seat. ‘So… that was a tight hug. You had me all flustered’ the guy with abs of a Greek statue – no, the guy with the two-coloured hair mentions.

‘Shut up! It’s your fault with the way you drove. I thought we are gonna crash like 5 times.’ I say, panting.

‘Well anyways. If you wanna do that again sometime just tell me.’ He tries to go in for a hug.

‘Excuse me?’

‘It’s not like you didn’t hug me already’.

‘But I wouldn’t do it willingly’.

‘Fine. I got a club to get back to. See you later.’ He says as he drives off. It’s not like I’d willingly ever go to his party. As I think that I look down and see a pink motorcycling helmet in my hands. Fuck. If I gave that back to him at school, my reputation would be so dead. This must be a setup.

‘I should’ve just ubered’ I mumble infront of me as I head toward the mansions gate.

Two middle aged men with weird hats and beige coats approach me before I enter. One is holding a camera and the other has a microphone. Due to the whole situation, I’m surprised only one team of paparazzi tracked us down. We did a whole setup to make it seem like we’re still in Japan.

‘Ryoma, what’s your opinion on your brother Swan? He’s trending in the charts with his new single “Sedative” right now. Have you listened to it?’ one of the nosy men asks. He points the microphone at me as if he’d actually get an answer.

‘No comment.’ I say in a stern and commanding voice as I start to open the gate and see our personal maid, Miss Mozu, guide Jurinji into the house over the yard.

‘Why do you have a pink helmet? Was the guy who just dopped you of your secret boyfriend and you are stepping in the footsteps of Swan?’

‘No? What? I mean no comment.’ Shit. Now the press has that on camera. I’m so lucky that I didn’t hug him to say goodbye. And I don’t think they were quick enough to catch me having my arms around him and feeling all his body warmth…

‘A lot of queer people stopped supporting your fathers brand because of suspected homophobia connected to Swan being thrown out of the family. Do you think that has something to do with your fathers murder half a year ago?’

‘My dad wasn’t killed, ok?’ I say as I slam the gate shut behind me. I stomp towards the main entrance. The loud iron gate seems to have startled Miss Mozu, who was probably about to escort me in the house as well.

‘I must apologize Mister Ryoma. I wanted to pick you up but I had to prepare dinner’

‘Did you know that the paparazzi tried to interview me? Why didn’t you take care of that?’ I feel bad for being so cold to her, but I had a really bad day today so it surely must be ok.

‘No, I didn’t… They must have been hiding.’ Even though she’s caring she’s also a bit clumsy. At least in my opinion. ‘Dinner will be served in 10 minutes.’

‘Must I carry my bags all the way up the stairs myself?’ The stairs in question have a beautiful green carpet on them and are decorated with a golden railing that has small lion statues on each end. The glimmering light of the chandelier reflects on the paintings of old family members on my fathers side, that are hung on the walls next to the stairs very well.

‘Of course, not’ the maid says as she takes my bags from me. She hesitates before grabbing the pink helmet. ‘Is this yours?’

‘I don’t think that is something that should concern you.’ I respond while I start walking up the stairs towards my room on the left side. A dark walnut wood door engraved with roses marks the place I call mine. She unlocks it for me and places my bags and the helmet on the floor next to my door. Without a word she leaves as I close the wooden entrance behind her.

My room has a luxurious striped dark- and light green wall pattern and is decorated with the same walnut wood as my door. A small platform raises my King-Sized bed. My laptop lies on my desk next to a picture of my family. However, the picture was cut smaller so that Swan isn’t on it. I still like it because that change also cuts my mothers forehead off a significant amount.

I take a seat on my comfortable leather chair and start to think about what the paparazzi said. I want to know what my older brothers new song sounds like, but this place is extremely Swan-proof. I don’t know how they did it, but I can’t even find his name on Spotify. I feel like if I’d say his name out loud it would be censored. I still try googling his name, but I can’t find him anywhere. I honestly do miss him, but I feel like I’m the only one who does in this family.

I get up from my chair and step on my balcony. I can view the entire garden from here. We have all types of flowers. From roses to rhododendron and from daisies to carnations. My favourite flower is the Celosia but because of its unusual shape I don’t think I could even ask to plant some. A small fountain that resembles an angel descending from heaven marks the middle of the garden. I remember visiting this place and studying my violin next to the flowing waters. I feel a few raindrops falling on my head, so I go back inside thinking about how to get the helmet back. As I take a seat on my fluffy bed I hear Miss Mozus voice calling me for dinner.

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