Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 423

“ Seth ? What are you doing ? You ’ re the poshest kid in Shanghai and you ’ re begging on the streets ! Get up now ! What is this hidden objective of yours ?” Noy yelled in shock as Seth simply shook his head .
“ Noy , you are the reason . Since the day I met you I knew we were going to be friends , and every since then our friendship has been through so much ,” Seth admitted , and hid his face as Noy faced him , “ I love you Noy , and I can ’ t help it . I don ’ t care about your clothes , I care about seeing you smile and seeing you be free .” Seth continued as happy tears flowed down slowly as he simply turned to Noy , waiting for some kind of response . But before anything could happen , they were rudely interrupted by a Japanese official , who did not look happy .
“ Noy Fujishima ?” he asked in a gruff voice . Noy raised his hand in fear and stood there , petrified by the towering figure in the black jacket .
“ Noy Fujishima , you are under arrest for being part of the Japanese resistance and you are heading to the police station with this friend of yours .” The official said as Noy was separated from the ground and was dragged off to the station and thrown into jail .
“ This is that resistance leader you were talking about , Riku-san ” The guard said as he pointed to Noy as Seth looked on in confusion when the inspector said three words .
“ Beat him up .”
Seth completely lost it and threw himself in front of Noy , and he took all the punches and kicks for Noy , who stood there , crying as he watched Seth lose it when a woman in a fur coat appeared at the jail cell ’ s entrance .
Olivia Minter .
The soldiers backed away and ran as she comforted her son , yet the only thing Seth heard was the bombs that began dropping in the background and the screams of civilians and the laughing of officers .
As Seth dropped down to his knees , he muttered over and over , “ Unfair , this world is unfair ” Then collapsed as the bombs rained down and the sound of explosions rang round his ears .
Goodbye , Shanghai .