“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” Kossori didn’t know what it meant, exactly, but he was only five years old, so his mother was far older and far wiser than he was. He was sure she had some kind of point, but at the moment he was just lost. Kossori got lost often, both mentally and physically, living out here in his parents’ research facility. He never got so confused as to think it was a good idea to throw stones in glass houses, though.
“Mama, we do live in a glass house. It’s a greenhouse!”
“Hush, child. Listen to me well because your friend is very important, not just to you, but also to our future here in this greenhouse. When you say mean things to people they get upset and, when they get upset, they tell their daddies and mommies about the mean things you said.”
Kossori’s mother stood in silhouette as she took a drag from her cigarette and stared absently up into the night sky. She was a beautiful woman, if slightly severe in feature, and Kossori took after his mother a lot in terms of looks. They were both rather pale blondes with angular features and, truthfully, they could have grown up to look nearly identical had it not been for the age and sex difference. Call it the blessing of being born Yamanaka; had Kossori took after his father more, Kossori’s mother might have smothered him in his crib.
“Mean things make daddies mad and mad daddies don’t sign checks as often as they should. So just don’t throw stones, alright kiddo?”
“I don’t got no stones, mama! ‘Member last time, I busted the ceiling I threw it so very high?”
His mother laughed, choking on smoke a bit as she did. Of course the researcher could remember such a serious blow to her studies; it had been the middle of winter and six months of wild growth withered almost overnight because her son had been too scared to tell his father. Kossori didn’t need to know about how much he had cost her, though. She just nodded her head and leaned harder against the side of the facility.
“You threw it so high! I was very proud of you, but it cost us a lot of money to fix the glass. Words are like stones, Kossori. Mean things you say can hurt a person worse than a rock through a window pane, but either way it costs us a lot if we aren’t careful about our aim. Just go apologize to Tomiko and leave mommy alone now, alright? I’ve got a few more experiments to perform and then I’ll come around to make sure you tucked yourself in right.”
The Yamanaka youth wasn’t used to talking to his mother for such an extended period of time, so he didn’t want to argue for fear his mama might not talk to him again. Kossori merely nodded sheepishly and scurried off to find the girl he had called freaky. Of course, having to take the time to find Tomiko gave him plenty of time to stew about having to apologize too. By the time he found her, Kossori was pissed.
“Your daddy is a dumb shit just like my daddy says and if you tell on me I’ll make sure all the kids at school know you eat bugs!”
Tomiko had been playing in the atrium and was startled by Kossori’s sudden appearance and remark. The Hachiashi female did seem rather freaky-looking with her six arms, considering she was so young and so very small for her age. Supposedly, Tomiko suffered from some genetic disease that made her develop faster than her chakra could allow, but whatever the reason, the boy thought she was just gross. Apparently, the girl agreed with his assessment.
“You better not! You know I was just hungry that day and, and, and you ate some bugs too so you’re just as stupid if you think bugs are gross. Plus, my daddy is the smartest cause your parents work for him and he says that makes you ‘the help’ and you don’t mean nothin’ to nobody.”
“You take that back, Tomiko! You take that back or we’re not friends anymore!”
Kossori steamed. Tomiko knew he was sensitive about how nobody liked him! After all, it was the only reason they were really friends; he was stuck here because of his parents and she because of her condition. If his mama was right, neither of them should be throwing rocks.
Tomiko apologized eventually and the two kids played well into the night. Kossori never forgot how she acted, though, and his little heart hardened a bit further that day.
Fast forward a few years. Tomiko and Kossori are now academy students, but they didn’t exactly grow up to be the best of friends. Kossori’s lineage linked the young shinobi hopeful to all the pain Tomiko experienced at the hands of Kossori’s mom, so strain grew in all aspects of their lives together. Kossori picked up on it first, as subliminal as it was on Tomiko’s behalf, so of course he did what all boys do best: he made the problem worse.
At this point in their “friendship”, Kossori and Tomiko barely spoke. The research facility kept the two tethered physically, but emotionally they couldn’t be more different. It sometimes seemed to Kossori that Tomiko was only happy when he was upset, but to his defense, she WAS only happy then. Usually the boy was only sad or angry if his parents did something to him, so the inverse of that situation was that Kossori’s parents couldn’t be running their tests on her while they were running the misery train on their son.
Perhaps it was because of this emotional polarity that the two children often found themselves on opposite corners of what was essentially a mansion composed primarily of glass and steel. Perhaps it was just too hard for Kossori to watch his friend get experimented on. Whatever the reason, we see that the young Yamanaka has taken to exploring the grounds.
“Fuckin’ Tomiko!”
Now eight, Kossori had moved on to bigger and better curse words, but one thing never changed: Tomiko was still a grade-A cunt. The girl had told her father about how Kossori cheated off one of her tests and now the bastard was pulling an academic review board together to assess whether the boys’ parents were cut from the same cloth. When Kossori’s father finds out, the boy will be in for some serious trouble. He had overheard some of the teachers talking one day about it; supposedly, the man was trying to get the boy in trouble at school, too! It was hot gossip in the right circles, mostly because Kossori was never the type to need to cheat on a test. It mattered little, whether Kossori was innocent or not. Academia called for blood from on high and from the lowest of low.
“Fuckin’ Tomiko…”
A students of more than just the ninja arts, Kossori found himself wandering the halls of the brick and mortar section of the sprawling estate. This segment of the immense property tended to have the more interesting architectural designs and the academy student was a fan of anything related to engineering. Honestly, it was just happenstance that the boy ran into the perfect solution for his Tomiko problem along those halls.
“Come on, Tomiko! You’ll never believe what I found near the Solarium!”
Kossori feigned excitement as he pulled on the spider girl until she reluctantly got out of her hospital bed. He was already out of her bedroom door as Tomiko finally planted her feet on the floor. By Kossori’s estimation, he had to stay two steps ahead of his rival if his plan was going to work.
If all went well, Kossori’s father would never hear about how his son cheated on that math test.
“Wait up, Kossori!”
Tomiko’s words barely reached Kossori as he unlatched the grate tucked behind the decorative woodworking adorning the walls. The grate was really only accessible if one was to sort of jump back and forth between the walls, as the beaming blonde boy finally discovered, but what the grate itself hid was an even greater find.
Inside these walls were even more hallways and Kossori knew once Tomiko saw them, she’d beg to help him investigate. It was the last mystery in an estate that grew smaller and smaller by the day, thanks to age and understanding.
“Wow.”
It was a simple exclamation, but it was weighted with all the wonder a sick girl could muster. Kossori eagerly helped Tomiko down into the breezeway between the studded walls and vaulted down with her once she was out from underfoot. The boy had never actually entered this space previously, only thinking it’d be a great place to trap his rival, but now that he was down in the guts of the home with Tomiko, he couldn’t help but feel the familiar stirrings of friendship taking root again.
Grabbing the young kunoichi’s hand, the two embarked on an adventure that would change the course of their lives forever.
Kossori still couldn’t get over the fact that he had followed Tomiko into the gap between the walls. The little psychopath had assumed that if she had gotten lost in there, it would surely trump any other matters at hand. Hell, he had even hoped that this might have been enough to get his youthful indiscretion ignored completely, had he had an indiscretion, that is. But why did he FOLLOW Tomiko?
Was it because her hands felt soft?
Was it because he missed the fun they used to have?
No, he reasoned that it had to be something else. More likely, Kossori was afraid that she would get out and ruin his plan entirely. Worse yet, she’d probably tell on him for trying to trap her too. Women, am I right? That had to be it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he noticed how each of her six hands somehow seemed equally soft. That was obviously a lot of hand lotion and this was obviously a case of Kossori needing to make sure she stayed lost.
You don’t typically fall in love in secret passages. That’s better left to public parks and hastily-paid-for hotel rooms. Granted, you also don’t typically wind up living most of your life inside the walls either. It was quite the conundrum, but luckily it was one Kossori wouldn’t have to worry over. After all, he missed public parks almost as much as he missed Tomiko. Her death was a real blessing because now he’d never have to worry about how to date a girl inside the walls.
It felt like just yesterday that he urged Tomiko into that space tucked away where most men forgot to look. It might as well have happened today, for all Kossori could care. The meager amount of fungi and mold growing off the bricks barely kept the boy upright, let alone processing cognitively. He was trapped in a hallucinogenic nightmare brought upon by a simple need for survival. Rats came by on occasion, but only a few ever made their way into Kossori’s gullet. Most of them feasted on what remained of Tomiko.
They were his special stash, his holiday feasts! But what was he thinking about again? Right… that time in the walls.
It was weird, being in such a cramped area with little light and seemingly less air. Kossori felt instantly apprehensive about his decision to follow Tomiko and the odd spores floating through the air didn’t help matters. Such little air, he thought, and each breath of it a poison. Still, he knew that he made the right decision to follow her. Sure as shit, she claimed she could have climbed back out of the grate they had entered through thanks to her numerous arms. Kossori had urged her forward, however. Wherever they would wind up was all thanks to his fear of repercussion.
The joke’s on him, huh? All because he had picked on a girl, Kossori would be exposed to his friend’s death. It really did suck being him. It might have all worked out, too, had Tomiko not found that gap in the floorboards beneath them. She had been ahead of Kossori out of necessity due to space, so as they had edged along, he had unwittingly urged her towards her death. Apparently this section of the sprawling manor was not a newer addition to the property, such as was the case with the research half of the estate; these walls had real roots in the region. It sucked to be him, sometimes. He’d really like to explore more, but now he had to go find help or risk getting in trouble for this too.
The only problem was that there didn’t seem to be a way out. That was why he was where he was when the walls opened up and took Tomiko away. One had to keep their strength up during an ordeal, even if the sustenance was rodent. The rescuers might have seen a shadow rounding a corner, had their eyes not been locked to the horrific appearance of Tomiko’s battered and bitten body.
The worst of it was that there appeared to be human bite marks on some of the softer parts of the body. Tomiko was swabbed summarily and samples of spores were sent off for study; there was a worry of a possible containment breach, apparently.
No one knew where the other child had gone, mostly because no one even knew another child was missing. His parents weren’t exactly focused on their progeny when their pet project was in jeopardy. Tomiko’s father was already blaming their family for causing his child’s disappearance, citing Kossori’s dishonest nature as proof. Kossori never cheated a day in his life, but the idea of it was enough to heap all the blame squarely onto his shoulders as far as her father was concerned. His parents were just quick to agree with whatever kept their funding up.
By the time anyone realized Kossori was hiding from the authorities, he had eaten enough shrooms to sprout a third eye and chant in five languages at once… or at least that’s how it had felt at the time. It was certainly evident that something had gotten free of the research-side of the estate, anyway, because Kossori was really messed up. He certainly didn’t remember eating Tomiko.
He didn’t remember it had only been five days.