Vol 1 Chapter 2 (2/2)
How am I supposed to know what happened? It’s all that idiot’s fault for not writing it inside the notebook.
“L-like I said. Like what we did yesterday. E-erm…”
“Hm?”
Right when my mind is preparing for a Dempsey Roll, my sister shouted furiously, her face flushed red,
“Wh-whatever! You liar!”
–BAMF
My sister ran out of the room.
“What did that idiot do?”
Anyway, I’ll write “My sister is acting weird, do you know what happened?” on the notebook first. The day after tomorrow she replied with exceptionally round words.
“Guhehe, it seems your sister has learned the pleasure of a woman. How beauiful it is (slurps)”
“You b.i.t.c.h…”
And then, another rule was added.
“Rule number 2: Don’t mess with my sister! It’s still too early for her to experience the pleasure of a woman!”
She’s more of a frivolous person than I expected. I’ll try listing the troubles she caused.
This woman always set the alarm at a time where I can barely make it to school on time, does not do my homework, throws my s.h.i.+rt everywhere, does not dry my futon, nor does she charge my phone, leaves the TV on when she sleeps, loads my save file and advance the game, always stays up late to watch midnight anime, causing me to be sleep-deprived, and puts the character Ki-chan (き●ぃちゃん. Since we’re talking about anime, my guess is that it’s Maki from Love Live) as my cellphone screen saver. She also walks into the girls washroom, which causes trouble to me the moment I step into school. It’s about time you got used to it, and stop wearing bra and panties. Everyone got shocked seeing you like that when you change clothes for PE.
I vented all my anger onto the notebook.
The day after tomorrow, she wrote,
“I don’t feel safe without my underwear! Sakamoto little thing down there is swinging too much. I feel uncomfortable!”
Just what are you talking about….
Continued by.
“You’re supposed to be a delinquent, Sakamoto, but yet you nag me as if you’re my stepmother saying, ”Hikari, there is still so much dust around, clean it again properly this time!” or something? Bwahahahahaha (laughs)”
I got mad after reading that, so mad that I overwrote the drama she recorded by a sumo show. And then, my sister woke me up the day after tomorrow with a shriek.
I looked around, and found myself in her room, on her bed too. My sister, having just woken up, looked as shocked as I was. I found myself dressed only in my underwear, so I quickly explained,
“This is an misunderstanding! It is just a biological phenomenon!” But even I myself find this reason unbelievable. “This child…” My mother looked livid as she said this, and that expression gave me a permanent trauma.
“Rule number 3: Live your life properly! Record your late night anime, and don’t dance along with the ending theme in a dark room in the middle of the night. You’ll attract my sister’s attention.”
Has she had enough yet?
“By the way, why did I end up in the watermelon fields?”
That day, I threw in a question I have been curious able asking.
For some reason, I slept and woke up in the watermelon fields twice. It really was a rare sight to behold.
In response to my earnest answer, Hikari Yumesaki answers,
“I woke up, and found myself as a boy for some reason. While I was wondering around, I saw the watermelon fields. And when I saw the watermelons, I was reminded of big b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and so I pondered as I fell asleep. If you’re asking me what i want to say, don’t you find that your fetishes regarding your hidden anime is leaning towards watermelons? If you treat me to a week worth of Koala’s March, I may consider returning it.”
“d.a.m.n it!”
I hurriedly switched on my computer, and tried to open my anime folder, only to see a pop-up “Wrong pa.s.sword”. d.a.m.n it, she actually did it!
In my desperation, I bought a large amount of ‘Koala’s march’ candy from the convenience store.
And two days later, the following words were in the notebook,
“So such things were hidden inside the Recycle Bin! This kind of jerking off won’t amount much since you s.e.xually hara.s.s girls in such a creative manner! Please don’t use so much tissue!”
d.a.m.n it, looks like I got tricked. Why did you end up in the watermelon fields anyway?
“Rule number 4: Be careful when handling your desires, only once per day!”
“You look tired, Akitsuki.”
“Yeah, I’m dying.”
“Oho, was yesterday too intense?”
“What happened yesterday?!”
After so much commotion, the weekend pa.s.sed by, and it’s already Wednesday by the time I noticed it. Now that my weekend has been halved, I felt that I lost out in some way.
Thanks to that idiot, I’m sleep deprived, and now I’m resting in the infirmary.
I didn’t come here because I had too many things on my mind, nor did I run over here because the girls in my cla.s.s are looking at me like a convict. That’s definitely not it…
“Leaving that aside, why are you holding my phone since just now?”
“Alright, it’s completed. This is the app I made, “You’ll definitely get a panties shot!’ If you take a photo with this app on, the photo of the person will become a photo of the panties. It’s an
addictive app.”
And after all that wrenching, you gave it such a straightforward name.
“Also, this app is so smart, it can match the best type of panties according to a person’s face and clothing. Say cheese ~☆”
Snap.
My phone gave a cold mechanical sound, and shown on the screen is a scary teenager with a T-s.h.i.+rt. Delete, delete…. huh?! I can’t delete it?! d.a.m.n it, she must have did something to the settings!
“By the way, has your second personality emerged since then?”
“Hmm…well.”
What Higumo meant by “since then” would be since the incident involving the changing room was caused by Hikari Yumesaki. I explained to her that it was because of my alternate personality. I wasn’t
exactly lying back then, because it really wasn’t me.
Of course, the thought of telling Higumo about Hikari Yumesaki did cross my mind, but I didn’t do so even till this point. She won’t believe me anyway.
“But it seems like you’re pretty happy recently. The teachers in the facility room were talking about how active you were recently. The school even gave us a manual on how to treat students who
bring weapons to school. I’ll let you have a look at the guide.”
“Hey don’t do that!”
I flip through the book, browsing briefly. What the heck is this?
“Don’t agitate the student. First, talk to him about his family members to calm him down. It will be better of you are able to say,” If you cause more problems and hav to be counselled, your HDD
will also be investigated’.” Why are you guys treating me like an indoor terrorist?”
But its normal; certainly, the school would be alert when an obedient delinquent suddenly became radical. I didn’t think Hikari would be such a crazy person, but since she’s dead, I guess it can be
explained as her being sad. What reason does she have to enjoy another person’s life?
“……..”
I felt a cold wave of water flushed through my mind.
Yes, surely such a thing was to be expected.
She did this because she’s sad.
She’s sad because ‘Hikari Yumesaki’ is gone.
It’s a normal reaction. Of course it is.
It’s not that she doesn’t care about her death, she’s pretending that she doesn’t care.
Regarding her death, I have nothing much to say; nothing, in fact.
It might not be an eternity, but if she’s going to continue living while enduring her emotions, I’m not going to ask her questions.
But, there’s something I really want to know.
“Hey teach.”
“Hm?”
Even I think that the question I am about to ask is unusual.
“If one day, you’re thrown into an unknown world because of a certain person, what will you do? You don’t know anything about that world, n.o.body will come and save you, and it’s not a sure thing
that you can return back to your own world. If that’s the case… you’ll hate that person right?”
The moment I finished this question, I regretted it,
Why am I discussing this problem with someone who lives so care-freely like a swaying seaweed? She’ll just say, “You said something pretty exquisite for a delinquent. Is your brain rotting?”
But the words have already left me, I can’t take them back.
An unnatural silence filled the atmosphere in this room.
“Hmm…..” Higumo showed a troubled face. Let’s hope that she can give me a decent answer after showing such an expression.
“Hm, if it’s me.”
“What will you do?”
“I’ll enjoy my new life quite a bit? It sounds like a lot of fun to me.”
“….. is that so.”
I let down my shoulders slump, holes seemingly punctured in them. Higumo’s answer is as carefree as she usually is.
Well, I guess that’s the case indeed. Even if she does say some correct answer, I’ll be confused by that.
“However.”
“Hm?”
The bell rang, indicating the end of cla.s.s.
Hik.u.mo continued as if she was racing with the bell.
“If you are so concerned, why don’t you ask that person yourself? Not that I know what’s going on though.”
“!!”
I looked up, only to see Higumo staring at me.
She looked like she’s smiling at me.
“Don’t be afraid. You are a kind guy. A kind guy gets forgiven no matter what he does.”
“I’m kind?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you are always concerned about stuff like this, I guess.”
“…..”
I ignored her since I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.
But those words continue to linger in my mind. Ahh seriously, it’s uncomfortable.
“Bye, I’ll head back.”
I get up from my chair and leave this room to escape from her words.
And more words were said to me from behind.
“Akitsuki.”
“Hm?”
“You’re not going to trim your hair?”
“Stop being such a busybody.”
“Oho, your hair looks tidier today. Finally particular about it?”
“… Stop being a busybody.”
Why is such a person popular with the students?
I think I’m starting to understand.
And on that night, I write the neatest words I can into the notebook.
But the more I tried to be, the messier it became.
I did not erase what I wrote however. If I write it, I won’t have the mood to write it again.
“Do you hate me?”
“Even if you hate me, I can’t do anything about it.”
After I was done writing, I put down the pen silently.
She can’t return to her world anymore.
No matter what her wishes are,, she has to live as Akitsuki Sakamoto from now on.
Even if she has things she wants to do, she can’t, and no matter how unbearable she finds it to be, she can’t escape. I’m the one locking her in.
At the same time, I thought that it was a good idea to let her live in my stead.
But, she might not think so.
Because—-
“…….”
I might burn the notebook if I continue, so I lay down on the bed, seemingly running away from reality.
Then I bid farewell to myself today.
I woke up in the morning, and it’s still dark around me.
My grey footsteps sink in the world devoid of color as I head for the notebook.
I flip it open, and see the words on it.
“Hah…”
I sighed for some reason.
Even in the bluish darkness, I can clearly see the words.
“Thanks for saving me. Being depressed now won’t help matter, but my life now is surprisingly amusing. Being a boy isn’t bad either! Please treat me well from now on, partner!”
The words she wrote are prettier than usual.
And then, she continues,
“I’m glad it’s you who saved me, Sakamoto.”
There’s a box with a pretty ribbon placed on the table. I have no idea why I can I can vaguely smell a faint chocolate whiff. I’m not sure what does this have to do with the bandages I have on my
left index finger.
After affirming what she wrote, I rub my swollen eyes, and cover myself with the futon once more.
“Treat me well too, Hikari Yumesaki.”
I said to my partner, whom I will never meet
I set my alarm back to the usual time, and head back to sleep.
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