The meeting

"Agh the classes finally finished!" Shimizu sighed. As the bell rang, piercing everyone's ears.

Shimizu's classmates got up and started to pack up. The guy sitting in front of Shimizu looked back.

"What's gotten into you? Are you that tired already? It's Monday and we have fewer classes today than usual." he paused as if waiting for Shimizu to explain his unusual behavior. But he just looked out the window, not yet moving from his seat. "Let's go-to karaoke today. There's not a lot of homework and you could loosen up a bit… Look man you know I'm here for you. If you need anything just ask."

A girl ran into the classroom and started yelling to her friends. "I just saw the hottest old guy in front of the school even though he's probably someone's dad but still... Let's run, he might still be there. You should see the car he's driving."

Shimizu finally looked up. His eyes widened. His chair fell and Shimizu bolted out of the classroom. The classmate furrowed his brows. What's happening to him?

It couldn't be him… right? He promised but I thought I'd never see him again. Shimizu thought, running out of school. There was a crowd of students near the gate. The man didn't leave yet. Shimizu smiled slightly, pushing everyone aside trying to see who the man was. as he approached the front of the car people started whispering.

"Who is she?", "I have never seen her in our school.", "Right, she's a new transfer student.", "Who is that guy?".

Shimizu started to panic. Did the man bring a woman with him? Did he really come? Once he reached the end of the crowd and saw the man, he fell to the ground. Everyone stared at him. Shimizu's eyes started watering as he got up and ran the other way.

How could he? He promised! Shimizu yeled in his head. That wasn't him. He really didn't come. I'm at fault for ever trusting a person. "Hah." Shimizu started laughing. Blaming himself for believing in somebody. After a while of walking, Shimizu calmed down. The sun has almost set. He approached a bench in a newly built park near his former home and sat down on it. He reminisced on a time when he was a kid playing in the old park before this one with his mother. Those were such happy days. He thought to himself.

As Shimizu was lost in thoughts another man sat down next to him. The man was drunk. He kept on nodding his head.

"Are you all right sir?" Shimizu asked. But the man just fell into Shimizus' lap. "Wait what?! Please get off me, sir!" Shimizu pleaded but the man seemed to be drunk so they stayed on the bench for a while longer. Well, at least I won't get too cold. Shimizu started to play with the mans' hair thinking about how to continue living. He has no place to go. It's been two weeks already and he got kicked out of the house. I should probably start with a job, without money I won't get anything done. I have to get revenge. My first plan went to waste but I have to find another way. And for that, I will need money. It doesn't matter what the plan is, for now, I need money…

"Where am I?" Shimizu heard a rusty voice call out from beneath him. The man has woken up.

"You just suddenly fell asleep on my legs, have you sobered up?" The man ignored Shimizus' question and followed it up.

"I haven't slept so well in ages, damn." He got up and scratched his head.

Shimizu just sighed and got up. I should get to a library or find a job while I have time. It's already 4 am. This man took his time.

"Wait! Who are you…" The drunk man yelled as he fell onto the bench again. Shimizu came back. I am too good for my own sake. He removed his school jacket and covered the man with it. He turned around and headed to the library to do his homework. After school, I will have to find a job.

The man was woken up by his secretary.

"Hirahi, it's time to get up. What happened to you yesterday after dinner?" The secretary questioned him but to no avail.

"I think I'm going to die soon…" Hirahi muttered under his breath.

The secretary jumped, bombarding his boss with questions. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Where? Was it poison?..." The man cut him off.

"I dreamt of an angel." He said smiling looking up to the sky.

"You hit your head? Where? Let's go to the hospital! Hurry!"

He was beautiful. Hirahi thought standing up from the bench. As he stood up something fell to the ground. Kuro picked it up.

"Is this yours, Hirahi? It looks like a high school uniform." Kuro said walking to the nearby trash can to discard the clothing.

"Wait, stop! Give me that" Hirahi snatched the jacked out of Kuro's hands. "How dare you touch this sacred clothing!" He yelled, hugging the now dirty jacket. "So it wasn't a dream, the angel visited me for real. This is the proof Kuro. Find the one who this jacket belongs to and do it right now, we have no time to spare!"

"Just check the jacket for a name tag, it should be there and it's clearly XX high school so there won't be a problem to give the jacket back. Just give it to me, I'll pass it on to the kid. You have to go to work, Hirahi."

"I have to give it to him directly, I have to meet him. He saved me, my angel…"