Vol 1 Chapter 1 (2/2)

My memory was so hazy it felt as if the dreams I had when I was a kid were suddenly reality.

Bring it on, I said to him. But logically thinking this isn’t possible. The news now have broadcasted her death without emotion.

That girl died.

That shady person was just a mirage caused by the rain.

I was so traumatized by the girl’s death that I lost my memories on Sunday.

But, is that all……?

“Am I the weird one?“

The words I subconsciously said devastated me. That’s not it.

I sighed once more after laying my eyes on the student handbook.

“I…need to return this…..”

If there’s no mistake on the news, this handbook should be returned to her family. I can’t do anything with it

anyway.

However,

I don’t have the guts to return it.

Because, this student handbook—-

“…… tsk.”

I don’t know how many times I clicked my tongue at the orange sunset. I adjusted the curtains so that no sunlight would leak through and lay on the bed.

I don’t know, and I don’t care anymore.

Surrounded by silence, my breath and heartbeat quickly rang in my ears.

“Died in an accident, huh.”

I mumbled once more as I closed my eyes.

If I sleep now, I won’t be able to wake up, I suppose.

Or I might lose my memories again.

“It should be fine, right?”

I said so casually, seemingly comforting myself. My consciousness soon faded within the thin veil of darkness.

As if I was escaping from today.

It’s fine, I’ll definitely be fine.

“It’s not fine.”

“Wait, I’m pretty hyped now, This girl game is pretty interesting.”

It’s Wednesday.

No, wait, that’s not right, it’s Thursday.

Nope, it’s Friday…. Eh, it’s Thursday? Argh, I don’t care anymore!

It was around 9am, in the middle of the first period, and I’m in the Infirmary right now.

Of course, the reason is to be expected.

“Miss, things got worse here. I lost another day of my memories… Turn off the TV first!”

“W-wait! This character looks just like you, Akitsuki. His looks—“

“Do your job, you idiot!”

I s.n.a.t.c.hed the remote control and switched off the TV. I then gave a hideous glare face at Higumo in response to

her sullen look, and slumped into the seat.

“Oh come on. By the way, judging from the dirt on you, did you sleep in the watermelon fields again?”

“Yeah, I slept there again.”

This time, I woke up in the watermelon fields again, and the calendar…

“It’s Thursday.”

“Yeah, it’s Thursday.”

I lost another day of my memories.

“Oho. You were going at it too intensively, didn’t you? I guess you had to lose your memories after all because of

that. As expected of a delinquent.”

“What should I do? This doesn’t look good….”

“Uh, huh, where’s the punchline…?”

This terrifying thing happened again. I lost my memories, and find myself waking up again in the watermelon fields.

“Teach, seriously speaking, what do you think of this? Things are pretty bad, right…?.”

“Yeah. I’ve never heard about losing memories every alternate day. Do you have any idea? Like you’re actually man-made! Or something like that.”

“Man-made, huh. I see, it all makes sense now….”

“Uh, huh? Did you just give a senile look….?”

“Haha, so that’s it. I’m not human huh.”

“Sorry. I’m paying attention. Please return back to normal, Akitsuki.”

Higumo straightened her m.u.f.fler, and took a book out from the metallic shelf.

“After you left, I began to look into amnesia. But there aren’t any cases where people lose their memories every alternate day.”

“I know right. That means I’m man made.”

“Erm, I’m really sorry here… By the way, I found another possibility.”

“Another possibility?”

Higumo nodded as she opened a page in the thick book.

The term written there was….

“Dissociative ident.i.ty disorder?”

“Yeah, also known as ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’.”

Multiple personalities.

This term echoed in my mind like a gong.

“This is what is written about MPD( Multiple Personality Disorder. To protect their mental state, humans choose to seal up their sad memories. Cases like this are rare. During cases like this, the sealed memory would become another personality after being triggered by something, and this symptom is called….”

“MPD huh.”

“That’s it.”

Higumo nodded once more as she took up the mug on the table. I laid my eyes on the words printed on it, Sutera huh? What a cute name. I just added an unneceessary memory..

“Do you have any idea?”

“Nah.”

If I did have any, I would have gladly sealed up the memories of this past week and the unnecessary things I just learned.

“Is that so? But if this situation goes on, you’ll need to stay alert. The book states that there are cases when the alternate personality would appear more frequently and take over its host.”

“—- huh?”

I was dumbfounded by these terrifying words.

Wait right there.

What’s going on here? Eh, what’s that about?

Eh?

“This might still be wrong. You better go to the hospital.”

“……”

“Akitsuki?”

“…… I’m …..”

“Akitsuki… are you crying?”

“….trash….”

“Eh?”

“I still have a lot of things… left undone…”

“For example?”

“I want to touch girls…”

“You’ll need to control your urges as a delinquent.”

“Guh… why did I become a delinquent….”

“… Severe symptoms, huh?.”

“d.a.m.n it….”

I don’t really remember what happened next.

I remember Higumo advising me to go to the hospital, but I ignored her.

I stumbled my way out of the infirmary and pulled the door to my cla.s.sroom mightily. The students and teacher, in the midst of cla.s.s, were shocked, but I ignored them and closed the door.

I look like a sore loser right? I don’t even know what I’m doing.

I left school right away and wandered around the town for about an hour.

In the end, I stopped at the Watermelon fields, squatted down, and cried.

“Waaahhhh!!”

The pa.s.sers-by probably think of me as a madman.

The sky was wonderfully clear.

It was around sunset.

I walked home after my tears dried up.

“Why are you so late? What were you doing you piece of trash?”

“I’m back. Where’s mom?”

“She has work today. If you understand the situation now, you better start making dinner. I’ll help you only for

today.”

“Huh?”

My sister had an ap.r.o.n on, and in my surprise, I sized her up..

She’s suddenly much more feminine. But she would look better if she’s a little fatter.

“Wh-what’s wrong with you, looking at me like that? You’re disgusting. Stop looking!”

“Yukiko, I’m glad that I got to be your brother.”

“Eh…I don’t know what you’re talking about!?”

“I’m sorry for everything I have done up till now.”

“What are you saying——–!?”

I suddenly expressed my love to my sister, fully prepared to be hated. Ah, it feels so warm and tender.

“You idiot! Wh-what are you doing now! Br-brother!?”

“Thank you, Yukiko.”

I exerted more force in my embrace.

“Br-brother…”

I hugged her for about 20 seconds, and then let go of her gently.. My sister’s drooling as her eyes sparkled, and she returned to her room.

“I-I’ll need to write that on my blog… No, I better write a draft first….”

And then, my sister vanished behind the door.

Blog? What’s that?

Well, let’s forget about that first. My sister’s words caused me to have a thought.

“Right, a diary”

I entered my room, and locked the door.

I pulled the curtains down, sealing any gaps to make sure. Relying only on the table lamp placed on the wooden

desk, I took up my pen in this dark room.

I opened a new note book on the side of the table. I stared on the blank page for a while.

……Ehhh……….ah….

I can’t think of what to write. In cases like this, the most important thing is to write something, anything, and follow the flow.

I wrote exactly what I thought, with the pen sliding on the paper as the background music.

To the other me.

These might be my last words.

“Yo, how are you? How does it feel like in my body during Monday and Wednesday? It seems like you took over my body.

Well, I don’t care anymore.

Sorry, I didn’t mean that. This is too ridiculous.

But I’ve given up. This body can only cause trouble for my family and society. You can have this body.

But, I have one last wish.

Please protect my sister, she is more important than my life.

Also, greet my parents, and thank them for raising me up.

That’s all, I’ll leave the rest to you.

Well, there’s something like a gift for you. There’s a hidden Anime folder in my computer, do whatever you want with it.

The pa.s.sword is “Ookiihaseigi.” (Big is justice)

Bye, the other me.

From Akitsuki Sakamoto”

“Phew.”

Once I was done writing, I placed the notebook in the middle of the desk, where it would attract attention. A sigh then leaked out with enthusiasm.

I have no regrets.

I don’t regret anything at all.

I told myself as I laid down on the bed.

No, I should at least have a last meal with my sister.

Having changed my mind, I knocked my sister’s room door, requesting her to have dinner with me.

I took a bath, and it’s already bedtime once my body and mind entered a drowsy state.

Goodbye everyone.

I made a simplified farewell before my last moments, and my consciousness sank into the darkness.

On that night, I entered a deep sleep I never had before.

“…. Sat.u.r.day.”

I woke up as usual.

The calendar on my cellphone tells me that I’ve skipped a day again.

It’s just that this time, I didn’t wake up in the watermelon fields unlike before.

Also, another thing.

“You must be joking.”

The notebook’s left on the table.

But it’s obviously placed differently from how I did.

The notebook was laying on the table lamp, clearly indicating to me that I have to read it.

I don’t have the time to think anymore.

A weird sense of duty propels me to be anxious, and I opened the book furiously.

The thing written inside is—-

“……That black-cloaked b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

I found out what was going on.

The real ident.i.ty of the rain sounds that has been in my mind since that day.

“This is what he meant by half.”

I collapse down on the bed limply, like a puppet severed of its strings.

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.

I grab my head, not knowing what to do once I saw the words written in the notebook.

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