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Another chapter already! (yay!) This fiction seems to be progressing pretty fast. But then again, I don’t have much else to occupy my time this summer. And the chapters are fairly short.

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Part 3

“I’m afraid it’s out of my hands,” Yuuta said. “You still have a week together here.”

I grit my teeth in anger and disgust. They couldn’t do this to us. Taiki, Yaten and I had been friends ever since we met at age eleven. We were inseparable, like sisters. The way things stood, I couldn’t imagine ever having any other friends besides those two. We relied on each other, complemented each other. What would I do without Taiki to talk some sense into me once in a while, or in Yaten’s case, smack some sense into me. Social Services didn’t know this, they couldn’t understand this! What gave them the right to tear us apart?

Yuuta when on, talking more about the homes we were supposed to be sent to, but I wasn’t listening to him. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, cursing out loud, and stormed from the room.

I wasn’t going to accept this! Maybe I was being stubborn about it, but I felt like climbing a tree with Taiki and Yaten and refusing to come down. My mind told me that wasn’t going to work this time. Most of all, though, I hated feeling so helpless, and having no control over my destiny like this. Hated it!

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“So?” I asked, picking up a rock and hurling it at the empty metal drum. It hit and ricocheted off with a metallic clang.

“So I guess we have a week.” Yaten sat atop a pile of lumber in the old warehouse yard that had become a hangout of sorts for us.

I cursed under my breath and threw another rock with even more force. “How can you be so cool about this?” I snapped at her. “You’re just going to take this sitting down? Not even fight back??”

“Look, Seiya, I think it sucks, alright? But there’s really nothing we can do. At least you and Taiki will be close to each other.”

“And what about you?”

She shrugged miserably. “Osaka’s not that far away.”

I spun to face Taiki. “I don’t like it either,” she said. “But what do you expect us to do?”

“I say we screw it all and run away to Tokyo,” I declared. I picked up another rock and threw it. It bounced off the drum at an angle and hit Yaten’s arm. “Sorry,” I apologized.

“Run away to Tokyo, and then what?” Taiki asked.

I thought. I had always been musically inclined, and Yaten had an electric guitar that an older foster brother had passed down. She could play pretty well, and all three of us could sing. “We’ll start a band,” I said. When I said it, it didn’t sound like a bad idea. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the perfect solution.

“Are you serious, Seiya?” Yaten asked.

“Why not? Would you rather be dragged off to some home god-knows-where? Plus, we would make an awesome band! We might even rise to the top and be famous!”

“I don’t know about that, but what if someone were to recognize us?” Taiki put in.

Yaten smirked. “Like who, Taiki? Do you really think that snooty, balding Hiroshi Yuuta follows what’s happening in the music scene?”

“We disguise ourselves!” I was getting caught up in the excitement of this idea. “We become boys! Boy bands are the new big trend, aren’t they? See, that’ll ensure our success!”