You’ll never quite know how valuable a life is until you take one for yourself. It’s sudden, when a life drains from the life of your opponent. But you know it’s a necessary evil. The monsters drop one by one, they’ve never seen a gun before.
The first one you’ll kill will be the toughest. A triceratops. A baby. When it falls it will leave a heavy weight on your shoulders. You’ll bury it under a thin layer of dirt. Next time you’ll bring a shovel.
It won’t be long before you go after another one. It will be bigger, a Titanosaur. Your father taught you that. You bury this one deeper, preserve it better.
Interest builds when they dig up your Pachycephalosaurus. You realise this is going to be happening much more often. Marking your location gets harder as your dad gets much more famous. They say your intuition is spot on. You don’t know what it means but that’s ok.
The money lets daddy get a bigger house. He’s nearly famous and your house nearly a museum. You start feeling like taking lives is worth it. The maid replaces your mom. The raptors die. Your dad is more busy with the more kills you make. The butler takes over his house work. You don’t have to go to school. You know more about the dinosaurs than the professionals; you’ve seen them.
You’re older now, used to you job. The killing is easier, cleaner. You aren’t as worried about showing off the time stone, it fits comfortably in your hand. Dad was supposed to be home but there are two black cars outside. You come in quietly. He’s on the floor in the living room, agents are standing over him, questioning him. You hide the stone but it’s not good enough.
You’re questioned and they take it from you. You don’t say what it’s really for. Silence is the key, you speak as little as possible. They don’t know how you kill them. They need to talk to your dad more. To bad he doesn’t know anything.
They put you on a plane. The ride takes hours. Your cousin was raised in Japan with your aunt and uncle. You speak little Japanese but they’re the only family you’ve got. They put you in the attic. It’s small and cold, nothing like the mansion in the hilltop. They put you in school with him. It doesn’t help you’re a couple grade levels ahead of him.
You stay quiet in class. Keep your head down. Be respectful. You’re worried about your dad. You’re worried your brain will cave in. You’re worried about wording to much. Hikaru says you can’t worry yourself too much. Hikaru has bad grades. He likes to try speaking English at the dinner table. He doesn’t understand.
The adults grieve for you. They worry about you. You are cold to them because you have to much on your mind. Hikaru is worried about you too. He says to make friends.
Yuki tried to talk to you in class. You didn’t understand what he said. There was something about a club. You act shy but know you’re a killer. He’s cute, sweet even. He sits by you in class and keeps you from being picked on.
You’ve gotten pretty good at Japanese by the time Shion sits across the table from you. You know he’s been teasing you. Ignoring him is the only thing that shuts him up. He comes over to the house, one of Hikaru’s friends. You lock yourself in the attic.
Hikaru tells you to meet him in a different room after class. You get lost but find it and open the door. It smells of roses and sunshine pours in through the windows onto the huge open room. The tables are glass and sparkling and the room chatters happily. You tug the door closed but there he is, holding the door open. Sora’s eyes shine like the sky. He brings you into the room, flirtatious as always. Yuki and Shion are there. They are treating some girls to a tray of sweets. Hikaru is nowhere in sight.
Sora can speak English better than anyone. He’s move to Japan when he was 12. He started the club where they treat girls right. He calls it a host club, and gives me some tea. He asks about Hikaru and then runs me down on the rules. No touching only treating the girls like princess.
Hikaru is late. He comes in with his satule open and papers flying everywhere. Others find him attractive. He’s indoctrinated me into the club. I’m supposed to be the shy guy. I guess I was popular.
The first girl was Ame. It looked like she had silky hair. She liked to talk and wouldn’t mind if I didn’t say a word. I liked to listen to her stories, they taught me more Japanese.
Next was Toru. She came from another boy who graduated. She was a sad girl. I tried to care for her. Sora said I did well. I trust him.
The others wanted to hang out. They would skate board over to the house and we’d all go down town. Ikuto was there. He was a pushover but I liked him. Sora made eye contact with me a lot. He said a lot to me. I didn’t like to respond but he kept talking.
Things were easy. We had fun. Then one day it changed. It was near the end of the year. No one wanted to say good bye. The host club took the girls out to the museum of natural history. The boys didn’t know anything. I taught them all about each skeleton. I had brought down some of these beasts. I didn’t tell them that. The girls swooned. Sora was impressed. I liked the way he smiled at me.
Some creep showed up. He hung around the back of the girls. I could tell the club was watching him. We were all worried. He grabbed a girl’s butt. I stepped right up to him and grabbed his arm. He was plastered against the wall, quaking under my shouts. When I left him to help the girls they all clumped around me. I was much more popular then. There was a glittery stone on display that I wanted. No one noticed when the clumsy guy knocked the display over. The security guard didn’t know anything was missing.
That night Hikaru told me I could go back home for summer. I wasn’t as happy as I thought. He told the club too. I went out into the woods that night with the stone. When I hunted my pray I was grinning. I found it by the sea shore and slaughtered it with a box cutter and too much dry air. I buried it and said a prayer.
I surprised the guys with tickets to England by the end of the week. They were all thrilled. The plane ride was much less boring. I was happy to drive the up to the house on the hill. They were very impressed. I introduced the maid and butler. They had taken very good care of the house while I was gone.
The next morning I came down for breakfast in a sundress. Everyone was dead silent and stared at me. I got worried. Sora was the last to speak but the first one I understood. ‘Boku’. I had been referring to myself as male like my dad had. They thought I was a boy. They all seemed confused. I understood. But Sora was different. He seemed more relaxed around me, more joking.
I set up a dance at my place. I wished my dad had been there. The long red and gold dress I had on made the boys blush. I set them up one by one with my old friends. Sora seemed pissed by the time I had finished setting up the others. He asked the me where his wife was. That wasn’t something he would normally say. I said on the deck and he walked outside.
I followed him out and closed the door. He was dense at first so I just kissed him. He turned into an emotional mess after that. He danced well though. Sora treated me like a princess long after we finished dating. My dad was back in time to see our wedding.