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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
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A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
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A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
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A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Headlock is a combat skill to catch the opponents head in their armpit.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I hold his arm and feet after he lied on the ground. That then finish a Demonic Death Trap DDT, a finishing move of Junji Hirata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Ouch--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is all your fault. You made me so unlucky, you know?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am dying, dead --!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so noisy, go die!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Woahhhh--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Humph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I desperately holding Yamanishi&#039;s shoulder and wrist, I start to pant with the stamina drained. Seems like Demonic Death Trap really take a lot of effort. Also, Yamanishi is looking at me with tears, therefore, I let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so cruel, Ezaki... I am nearly killed...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said, after clearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spit out a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wow, you are really cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really did thought a bit of killing him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some thoughts, it is way too ugly. So I did not kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, why is it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What am I angry at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this guy, my collection was exposed, hated by Rika. However, I really hit him hard. This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t tell me I am angry at myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent. Yamanishi seems to be really painful as he rub his neck quite a lot. Aimlessly, I peeked at the TV. Of no reason, a power ranger show from a theme park was shown. The red ranger on one hand defending, on the other hand defeating many enemy underlings. Those rangers in blue, yellow, black and pink are also active on stage. Nevertheless, when the great enemy--monster appeared, the tide was turned. Those rangers are of no match to it. At this time, the camera turned to the audience. I thought it will be full of little kids, to my surprise, most of them are young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They changed to be the hero of the idling house wives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Normally heroes are acted by handsome guys.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My tone was filled with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Seems like so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went there once, to the so-called ranger show. When I was a pre-schooler, I was so excited about it. At that time, I thought they are the real heroes as they are acting so brilliantly. In the midst of the show, just like what we just seen, the rangers are in a pitch. The monster was so strong that the rangers had a hard time defeating it. At that time, host shouted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is waiting for me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mindlessly, I responded to Yamanishi&#039;s expectation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did he shout?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stand up and shout like a host.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Everyone! Please root for them! That then your courage will be transmitted to the rangers! Alright, Count from 3, everyone! 3, 2, 1! Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;No real translation to the word, something like good luck in English, but with more passion.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This is way too soft, your courage is not transmitted to the rangers! Now, once more! Ganbatte!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He clenched his fist, eagerly swinging it upward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi smiled wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After we shouted at the top of our lungs, the warriors immediately perked up and became so strong that they easily defeated the monsters. In hindsight, it was all a trick for children. But I was still in kindergarten at that time, but I believed that my own strength saved the warrior, and even wrote it down in my summer diary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pretended to observe Yamanishi&#039;s face nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a newly formed pimple on his right cheek. Yamanishi&#039;s body was prone to acne. He squinted his eyes from time to time because, even though he was nearsighted, he stubbornly refused to wear glasses, thinking that they were uncool. When he squinted, his appearance looked fierce, but he seemed unaware that it made him look even worse. Well, he wasn&#039;t exactly a handsome guy. His intelligence wasn&#039;t great either. I don&#039;t remember exactly when it was, but there was once during class, the teacher asked him, &amp;quot;Invention is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration. Whose quote is this?&amp;quot; He puffed out his chest and answered loudly, &amp;quot;Prince Shotoku!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Highly regarded imperial regent and politician who played a significant role in the introduction of Buddhism to Japan in the 6th century, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Sh%C5%8Dtoku]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Since then, Yamanishi&#039;s nickname became &amp;quot;Prince Shotoku.&amp;quot; Even now, his friends still call him &amp;quot;Prince.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, Yamanishi is a real idiot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But even such an idiot has a cute childhood. &lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;Go for it--!!!&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There have been times when he yelled at the top of his lungs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked Yamanishi behind his knee. &lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Ouch!&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
He cried out in pain and fell onto the bench. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;What are you doing?&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;You&#039;re making too much noise. It&#039;s irritating to hear you talk in plain language and immerse yourself in your own memories.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Because you don&#039;t look very spirited, I wanted to comfort you... You really are dull.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Is that what you call comforting me?!&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We fell into silence again. Akiko quickly passed through the hallway, saw me, made a gun gesture with her right hand, said &amp;quot;bang,&amp;quot; and left. I pretended to be in pain, holding my chest, lying on the bench. Yamanishi, who likes women, excitedly asked me who she was. She was really beautiful. I just lay on the chair, solemnly saying it would be best not to get involved with her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Then, I&#039;ll go back now.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shortly after, Yamanishi stood up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you here for?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just passing time.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I was going to say...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was about to speak, a look of confusion came over Yamanishi&#039;s face. It disappeared and reappeared... Finally, he spoke weakly:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I got dumped by a girl. I don&#039;t want to go home. I just want to talk to someone, anyone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, so you had a girlfriend?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. I confessed to her and she rejected me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh well.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go find the next one. There are plenty of women out there.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Yamanishi walked away, he waved his hands lightly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ll be going now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, cheer up.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You too. Can you guys make up?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Forget it. She&#039;s still really mad.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you&#039;re still like this after three days, I&#039;ll go beg her on my knees,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No need. You&#039;ll only make things worse,&amp;quot; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Her name is Rika, right? She&#039;s really cute.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he called her cute, I suddenly felt proud. Yeah, Rika was definitely cute. People like her were hard to come by. Then I remembered her bad temper and all her faults, and felt like protesting to Yamanishi, who didn&#039;t know the full story. I listed out all her spoiled and mischievous behavior...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ezaki, I envy you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As he said this, Yamanishi walked away without turning his head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of Yamanishi, I&#039;ve encountered a lot of bad luck... But we still keep in touch, which means I&#039;ve already forgiven him. He&#039;s carrying a lot of weight on his shoulders, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not only me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Closing my eyes, I listened carefully and heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The shouting echoed in the empty hallway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it was an illusion. When I opened my eyes, the silent hallway and the lonely world stretched out before me. Ah, I understand. So, it&#039;s true. I don&#039;t know who it is, but someone is shouting for me, for Yamanishi, and even for Rika. &amp;quot;Go!&amp;quot; Until their throats are hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have to fight the monster.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The monster called &amp;quot;Reality,&amp;quot; absurd and unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, supporting alone would be meaningless. First, we must fight. That&#039;s a given. Even if our chances of winning are slim and we may return empty-handed, we still have to face it. Running away from the fight will let even the slightest chance of victory slip away. That&#039;s what we call winning or losing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of winning or losing...what comes to mind is the sports festival in the third grade of elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, like a miracle, I ran incredibly fast. Although I&#039;m very ordinary now, and even very slow, I was like a god of racing in the second grade of elementary school. My grades were not good, and my ball skills were poor, but I had an astonishingly fast running speed for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For this reason, I was arranged to be the last relay runner in the class relay race.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the day of the sports festival, it was a clear day. As the final event, the relay race began. I, with a red cloth hanging diagonally across my chest, nervously watched my classmates running. Leading the way was Taketa, who ran at a similar speed to me, so our class had already taken a commanding lead over the other classes. He handed the baton over to the next runner with an absolute advantage. The one who received the baton was Yumizuki, who was popular among the girls. Typically, guys like him would be disliked by other boys, but he had a very easygoing personality, making it easy for guys to approach him as well. Yumizuki did not run very fast, and it did not matter if he was popular with girls or liked by boys in the relay race. As a result, we lost the lead that Taketa had built up and were even the last ones at the end. The third runner, Ryo, desperately pushed forward, and although the gap gradually narrowed, he was still the last one. Ah, I thought it was embarrassing. No matter how hard we tried, we had no hope of getting first place...But when I saw Ryo running towards me, I was once again filled with fighting spirit. His running posture was like that of a monkey, showing that he was struggling and exerting himself. Perhaps his enthusiasm infected me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I started to run. Perfect cooperation. While I was accelerating, I received the baton from Ryo&#039;s hand and moved it from my right hand to my left hand while running. The heat from Ryo&#039;s hand remained on the baton, transmitted to my palm, and I ran even faster.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I overtook the first runner from class 3 in just a moment. Then, slightly ahead, was the second runner from class 2. We ran side by side...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
跑在我前面的，只有一個人了。&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
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		<updated>2023-05-12T18:44:00Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
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A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Next--&lt;br /&gt;
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A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
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At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
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I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
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The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Headlock is a combat skill to catch the opponents head in their armpit.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I hold his arm and feet after he lied on the ground. That then finish a Demonic Death Trap DDT, a finishing move of Junji Hirata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Ouch--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is all your fault. You made me so unlucky, you know?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am dying, dead --!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so noisy, go die!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Woahhhh--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Humph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I desperately holding Yamanishi&#039;s shoulder and wrist, I start to pant with the stamina drained. Seems like Demonic Death Trap really take a lot of effort. Also, Yamanishi is looking at me with tears, therefore, I let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are so cruel, Ezaki... I am nearly killed...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yamanishi said, after clearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spit out a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Go die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Wow, you are really cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really did thought a bit of killing him.&lt;br /&gt;
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After some thoughts, it is way too ugly. So I did not kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, why is it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
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What am I angry at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because of this guy, my collection was exposed, hated by Rika. However, I really hit him hard. This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t tell me I am angry at myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent. Yamanishi seems to be really painful as he rub his neck quite a lot. Aimlessly, I peeked at the TV. Of no reason, a power ranger show from a theme park was shown. The red ranger on one hand defending, on the other hand defeating many enemy underlings. Those rangers in blue, yellow, black and pink are also active on stage. Nevertheless, when the great enemy--monster appeared, the tide was turned. Those rangers are of no match to it. At this time, the camera turned to the audience. I thought it will be full of little kids, to my surprise, most of them are young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They changed to be the hero of the idling house wives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yamanishi said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Normally heroes are acted by handsome guys.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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My tone was filled with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Seems like so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went there once, to the so-called ranger show. When I was a pre-schooler, I was so excited about it. At that time, I thought they are the real heroes as they are acting so brilliantly. In the midst of the show, just like what we just seen, the rangers are in a pitch. The monster was so strong that the rangers had a hard time defeating it. At that time, host shouted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is waiting for me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mindlessly, I responded to Yamanishi&#039;s expectation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What did he shout?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stand up and shout like a host.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Everyone! Please root for them! That then your courage will be transmitted to the rangers! Alright, Count from 3, everyone! 3, 2, 1! Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;No real translation to the word, something like good luck in English, but with more passion.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This is way too soft, your courage is not transmitted to the rangers! Now, once more! Ganbatte!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He clenched his fist, eagerly swinging it upward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yamanishi smiled wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After we shouted at the top of our lungs, the warriors immediately perked up and became so strong that they easily defeated the monsters. In hindsight, it was all a trick for children. But I was still in kindergarten at that time, but I believed that my own strength saved the warrior, and even wrote it down in my summer diary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pretended to observe Yamanishi&#039;s face nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was a newly formed pimple on his right cheek. Yamanishi&#039;s body was prone to acne. He squinted his eyes from time to time because, even though he was nearsighted, he stubbornly refused to wear glasses, thinking that they were uncool. When he squinted, his appearance looked fierce, but he seemed unaware that it made him look even worse. Well, he wasn&#039;t exactly a handsome guy. His intelligence wasn&#039;t great either. I don&#039;t remember exactly when it was, but there was once during class, the teacher asked him, &amp;quot;Invention is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration. Whose quote is this?&amp;quot; He puffed out his chest and answered loudly, &amp;quot;Prince Shotoku!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Highly regarded imperial regent and politician who played a significant role in the introduction of Buddhism to Japan in the 6th century, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Sh%C5%8Dtoku]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; Since then, Yamanishi&#039;s nickname became &amp;quot;Prince Shotoku.&amp;quot; Even now, his friends still call him &amp;quot;Prince.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, Yamanishi is a real idiot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But even such an idiot has a cute childhood. &lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;Go for it--!!!&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There have been times when he yelled at the top of his lungs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked Yamanishi behind his knee. &lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Ouch!&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
He cried out in pain and fell onto the bench. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;What are you doing?&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;You&#039;re making too much noise. It&#039;s irritating to hear you talk in plain language and immerse yourself in your own memories.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Because you don&#039;t look very spirited, I wanted to comfort you... You really are dull.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;Is that what you call comforting me?!&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We fell into silence again. Akiko quickly passed through the hallway, saw me, made a gun gesture with her right hand, said &amp;quot;bang,&amp;quot; and left. I pretended to be in pain, holding my chest, lying on the bench. Yamanishi, who likes women, excitedly asked me who she was. She was really beautiful. I just lay on the chair, solemnly saying it would be best not to get involved with her. &lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;Then, I&#039;ll go back now.&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after, Yamanishi stood up.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora</title>
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		<updated>2023-05-12T18:32:16Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Updates */&lt;/p&gt;
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[[Image:HanTsuki_vol1.jpg|thumb|Volume 1 Cover]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Story Synopsis==&lt;br /&gt;
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I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;
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From time to time, Rika becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;
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She just stares at Houdaiyama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I&#039;m beside her, she ignores me completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?&lt;br /&gt;
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== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
*18th September 2009&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki teaser project initiated.&lt;br /&gt;
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*17th June 2013&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki Volume 1 completed.&lt;br /&gt;
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*12nd May 2023&lt;br /&gt;
** Hoping to complete our nearly 15 years journey with the help of ChatGPT. (This novel still stand as the dearest light novel to one of the translator Energy.)&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===&lt;br /&gt;
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Translators are asked to [[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they&#039;re working on.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text]] - [http://www.mediafire.com/view/fvj7wc5p6qcat7d/Hantsuki%2001%20-%20Looking%20at%20the%20Half-moon.pdf PDF]) ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Epilogue|Epilogue : Photographic Films]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (First) fandabgo&lt;br /&gt;
*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (Last)&lt;br /&gt;
*Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;
*(to be translated)&lt;br /&gt;
*Your summer has left&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Side Stories===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS Corolla|Corolla]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS One Day|One Day]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*&#039;&#039;&#039;German&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (German):Band 1 Kapitel 1|Part 2]] (German Teaser)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;If you enjoyed the teasers, why don&#039;t you tell us in the [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;amp;t=3011 HanTsuki Feedback Thread]&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Project Staff==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;
*Project Manager: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Translators===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;ACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
:*[[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] &lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;INACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
:*[[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Series Overview==&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN  978-4840235198&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Light novel (English)]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Dengeki Bunko]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Tsumugu Hashimoto]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Genre - Drama]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Genre - Romance]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora&amp;diff=579671</id>
		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora&amp;diff=579671"/>
		<updated>2023-05-12T18:31:00Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Updates */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;{{Status|Active}}&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Image:HanTsuki_vol1.jpg|thumb|Volume 1 Cover]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Story Synopsis==&lt;br /&gt;
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I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From time to time, Rika becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She just stares at Houdaiyama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I&#039;m beside her, she ignores me completely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
*18th September 2009&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki teaser project initiated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*17th June 2013&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki Volume 1 completed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*12nd May 2023&lt;br /&gt;
** Hoping to complete our nearly 15 years journey with the help of ChatGPT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Translators are asked to [[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they&#039;re working on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text]] - [http://www.mediafire.com/view/fvj7wc5p6qcat7d/Hantsuki%2001%20-%20Looking%20at%20the%20Half-moon.pdf PDF]) ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Epilogue|Epilogue : Photographic Films]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (First) fandabgo&lt;br /&gt;
*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (Last)&lt;br /&gt;
*Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;
*(to be translated)&lt;br /&gt;
*Your summer has left&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Side Stories===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS Corolla|Corolla]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS One Day|One Day]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*&#039;&#039;&#039;German&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (German):Band 1 Kapitel 1|Part 2]] (German Teaser)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;If you enjoyed the teasers, why don&#039;t you tell us in the [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;amp;t=3011 HanTsuki Feedback Thread]&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Project Staff==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;
*Project Manager: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Translators===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;ACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
:*[[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] &lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;INACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
:*[[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Series Overview==&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN  978-4840235198&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Light novel (English)]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Dengeki Bunko]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Tsumugu Hashimoto]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Genre - Drama]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Genre - Romance]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora:Registration_Page&amp;diff=579670</id>
		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora:Registration_Page&amp;diff=579670"/>
		<updated>2023-05-12T18:29:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* The Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora series */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;To re-iterate the registration procedure:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*You are required to register which chapters you wish to work on. One portion of text per translator, please.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Registration is on a &amp;quot;First Come, First Served&amp;quot; basis. Please register your intended chapters on the project&#039;s registration page.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Maximum number of translators per volume is two, unless the volume is a collection of smaller stories. Another way to interpret this is no more than two translators should be working on the same &amp;quot;story arc&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Translators may only register for portions of one volume at a time within each project. This is to prevent &amp;quot;biting off more than you can chew&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*The Registration page is not a binding contract, and translators are encouraged to negotiate between themselves which portions to register for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Anonymous Translated Contributions are required to inform [[User:Thelastguardian|thelastguardian]] and the designated Project Supervisor of the intend Chapters as shown on the corresponding Registration page before any major contribution.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Portions that are not updated for a significant time may be taken over by another translator after getting permission from the Project Supervisor. The new translator is encouraged to start over to maintain consistency, but the old translation will not be deleted at least until the new translation is finished (and probably not for some time after that). &amp;lt;!-- More information is available [http://www.baka-tsuki.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=???? here]. --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
::*Prologue - [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] (taking over) - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039; (Forum translation done by [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]])&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Epilogue - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 2===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] - (taking over) --[[User:Energy|Energy]] -- (taking over *2 2016) --[[User:Energy|Energy]] -- (starting over in 2023 with help of ChatGPT)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 4===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Energy|Energy]] - (taking over/assisting?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 7===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
::*Rain (Part 1) fandabgo - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
::*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Registration Page]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=579669</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=579669"/>
		<updated>2023-05-12T18:18:03Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Headlock is a combat skill to catch the opponents head in their armpit.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I hold his arm and feet after he lied on the ground. That then finish a Demonic Death Trap DDT, a finishing move of Junji Hirata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Ouch--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is all your fault. You made me so unlucky, you know?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am dying, dead --!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so noisy, go die!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Woahhhh--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Humph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I desperately holding Yamanishi&#039;s shoulder and wrist, I start to pant with the stamina drained. Seems like Demonic Death Trap really take a lot of effort. Also, Yamanishi is looking at me with tears, therefore, I let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so cruel, Ezaki... I am nearly killed...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said, after clearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spit out a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wow, you are really cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really did thought a bit of killing him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some thoughts, it is way too ugly. So I did not kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, why is it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What am I angry at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this guy, my collection was exposed, hated by Rika. However, I really hit him hard. This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t tell me I am angry at myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent. Yamanishi seems to be really painful as he rub his neck quite a lot. Aimlessly, I peeked at the TV. Of no reason, a power ranger show from a theme park was shown. The red ranger on one hand defending, on the other hand defeating many enemy underlings. Those rangers in blue, yellow, black and pink are also active on stage. Nevertheless, when the great enemy--monster appeared, the tide was turned. Those rangers are of no match to it. At this time, the camera turned to the audience. I thought it will be full of little kids, to my surprise, most of them are young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They changed to be the hero of the idling house wives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Normally heroes are acted by handsome guys.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My tone was filled with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Seems like so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went there once, to the so-called ranger show. When I was a pre-schooler, I was so excited about it. At that time, I thought they are the real heroes as they are acting so brilliantly. In the midst of the show, just like what we just seen, the rangers are in a pitch. The monster was so strong that the rangers had a hard time defeating it. At that time, host shouted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is waiting for me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mindlessly, I responded to Yamanishi&#039;s expectation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did he shout?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stand up and shout like a host.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Everyone! Please root for them! That then your courage will be transmitted to the rangers! Alright, Count from 3, everyone! 3, 2, 1! Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;No real translation to the word, something like good luck in English, but with more passion.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This is way too soft, your courage is not transmitted to the rangers! Now, once more! Ganbatte!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He clenched his fist, eagerly swinging it upward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi smiled wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After we shouted at the top of our lungs, the warriors immediately perked up and became so strong that they easily defeated the monsters. In hindsight, it was all a trick for children. But I was still in kindergarten at that time, but I believed that my own strength saved the warrior, and even wrote it down in my summer diary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pretended to look at Yamanishi&#039;s face as if I was very calm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had a newly developed pimple on his right cheek. The body type of Yamanishi is prone to acne. The reason why he squinted his eyes from time to time obviously was because he was nearsighted, but he was stubborn and thought glasses were for the weak, so he didn&#039;t wear them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    他眯眼的時候相貌凶惡，本人似乎並沒有察覺那樣更遜。算了，反正不是什麼美男子。頭腦也很差。不記得具體時間了，有一次上課，老師問他：“發明是百分之九十九的汗水加百分之一的靈感。這句話是誰的名言?”他挺起胸膛，大聲回答：“聖德太子!”自那以後，山西的綽號就叫“聖德太子”了。就連現在都被朋友們叫成“太子”。&lt;br /&gt;
    總之，山西是個真正的笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    像這樣的笨蛋，也有可愛的孩提時代。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “加油一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    扯開嗓子大叫的時刻也有過。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我猛踢山西的膝蓋後面。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “嗚哦!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    他慘叫一聲，倒在長椅上。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你幹什麽啊!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “吵死了。自說白話沈浸在自己的回憶裏，看了就火大。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “因爲你看上去不太有精神，我想安慰你……你真是無趣……”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你這也叫安慰我?!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
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&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Headlock is a combat skill to catch the opponents head in their armpit.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I hold his arm and feet after he lied on the ground. That then finish a Demonic Death Trap DDT, a finishing move of Junji Hirata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Ouch--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is all your fault. You made me so unlucky, you know?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am dying, dead --!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so noisy, go die!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Woahhhh--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Humph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I desperately holding Yamanishi&#039;s shoulder and wrist, I start to pant with the stamina drained. Seems like Demonic Death Trap really take a lot of effort. Also, Yamanishi is looking at me with tears, therefore, I let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so cruel, Ezaki... I am nearly killed...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said, after clearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spit out a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wow, you are really cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really did thought a bit of killing him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some thoughts, it is way too ugly. So I did not kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, why is it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What am I angry at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this guy, my collection was exposed, hated by Rika. However, I really hit him hard. This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t tell me I am angry at myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent. Yamanishi seems to be really painful as he rub his neck quite a lot. Aimlessly, I peeked at the TV. Of no reason, a power ranger show from a theme park was shown. The red ranger on one hand defending, on the other hand defeating many enemy underlings. Those rangers in blue, yellow, black and pink are also active on stage. Nevertheless, when the great enemy--monster appeared, the tide was turned. Those rangers are of no match to it. At this time, the camera turned to the audience. I thought it will be full of little kids, to my surprise, most of them are young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They changed to be the hero of the idling house wives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Normally heroes are acted by handsome guys.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My tone was filled with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Seems like so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went there once, to the so-called ranger show. When I was a pre-schooler, I was so excited about it. At that time, I thought they are the real heroes as they are acting so brilliantly. In the midst of the show, just like what we just seen, the rangers are in a pitch. The monster was so strong that the rangers had a hard time defeating it. At that time, host shouted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is waiting for me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mindlessly, I responded to Yamanishi&#039;s expectation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did he shout?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stand up and shout like a host.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Everyone! Please root for them! That then your courage will be transmitted to the rangers! Alright, Count from 3, everyone! 3, 2, 1! Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;No real translation to the word, something like good luck in English, but with more passion.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This is way too soft, your courage is not transmitted to the rangers! Now, once more! Ganbatte!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He clenched his fist, eagerly swinging it upward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi smiled wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After we shouted at the top of our lungs, the warriors immediately perked up and became so strong that they easily defeated the monsters. In hindsight, it was all a trick for children. But I was still in kindergarten at that time, but I believed that my own strength saved the warrior, and even wrote it down in my summer diary.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pretended to look at Yamanishi&#039;s face as if I was very calm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had a newly developed pimple on my right cheek. The body type of Yamanishi is prone to acne. The reason why he squinted his eyes from time to time obviously was because he was nearsighted, but he was stubborn and thought glasses were for the weak, so he didn&#039;t wear them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    他眯眼的時候相貌凶惡，本人似乎並沒有察覺那樣更遜。算了，反正不是什麼美男子。頭腦也很差。不記得具體時間了，有一次上課，老師問他：“發明是百分之九十九的汗水加百分之一的靈感。這句話是誰的名言?”他挺起胸膛，大聲回答：“聖德太子!”自那以後，山西的綽號就叫“聖德太子”了。就連現在都被朋友們叫成“太子”。&lt;br /&gt;
    總之，山西是個真正的笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    像這樣的笨蛋，也有可愛的孩提時代。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “加油一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    扯開嗓子大叫的時刻也有過。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我猛踢山西的膝蓋後面。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “嗚哦!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    他慘叫一聲，倒在長椅上。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你幹什麽啊!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “吵死了。自說白話沈浸在自己的回憶裏，看了就火大。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “因爲你看上去不太有精神，我想安慰你……你真是無趣……”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你這也叫安慰我?!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=516541</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=516541"/>
		<updated>2017-04-03T01:43:13Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Headlock is a combat skill to catch the opponents head in their armpit.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I hold his arm and feet after he lied on the ground. That then finish a Demonic Death Trap DDT, a finishing move of Junji Hirata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Ouch--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is all your fault. You made me so unlucky, you know?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am dying, dead --!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so noisy, go die!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Woahhhh--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Humph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I desperately holding Yamanishi&#039;s shoulder and wrist, I start to pant with the stamina drained. Seems like Demonic Death Trap really take a lot of effort. Also, Yamanishi is looking at me with tears, therefore, I let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so cruel, Ezaki... I am nearly killed...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said, after clearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spit out a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go die.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wow, you are really cruel.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really did thought a bit of killing him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some thoughts, it is way too ugly. So I did not kill him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, why is it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What am I angry at?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of this guy, my collection was exposed, hated by Rika. However, I really hit him hard. This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#039;t tell me I am angry at myself?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We both remained silent. Yamanishi seems to be really painful as he rub his neck quite a lot. Aimlessly, I peeked at the TV. Of no reason, a power ranger show from a theme park was shown. The red ranger on one hand defending, on the other hand defeating many enemy underlings. Those rangers in blue, yellow, black and pink are also active on stage. Nevertheless, when the great enemy--monster appeared, the tide was turned. Those rangers are of no match to it. At this time, the camera turned to the audience. I thought it will be full of little kids, to my surprise, most of them are young mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They changed to be the hero of the idling house wives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Normally heroes are acted by handsome guys.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My tone was filled with mockery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Seems like so.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went there once, to the so-called ranger show. When I was a pre-schooler, I was so excited about it. At that time, I thought they are the real heroes as they are acting so brilliantly. In the midst of the show, just like what we just seen, the rangers are in a pitch. The monster was so strong that the rangers had a hard time defeating it. At that time, host shouted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi went silent again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is waiting for me to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mindlessly, I responded to Yamanishi&#039;s expectation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did he shout?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stand up and shout like a host.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Everyone! Please root for them! That then your courage will be transmitted to the rangers! Alright, Count from 3, everyone! 3, 2, 1! Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;No real translation to the word, something like good luck in English, but with more passion.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This is way too soft, your courage is not transmitted to the rangers! Now, once more! Ganbatte!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
攥緊的拳頭，拼命往上揮。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    山西懷念地笑了。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “待我們聲嘶力竭地喊過之後，勇士馬上振奮精神，變得非常強，輕輕松松就把怪人打敗了。現在看來，那完全是騙小孩的把戲。可當時還在幼兒園的我卻相信是自己的力量拯救了勇士，還把它寫在暑假日記裏呢。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我假裝若無其事地觀察山西的臉。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    右邊臉頰上有剛發出來的粉刺。山西的體質容易得粉刺。他之所以時不時眯起眼睛，是因爲明明近視，卻固執己見，認爲戴眼鏡很遜，所以一直沒戴。他眯眼的時候相貌凶惡，本人似乎並沒有察覺那樣更遜。算了，反正不是什麽美男子。頭腦也很差。不記得具體時間了，有一次上課，老師問他：“發明是百分之九十九的汗水加百分之一的靈感。這句話是誰的名言?”他挺起胸膛，大聲回答：“聖德太子!”自那以後，山西的綽號就叫“聖德太子”了。就連現在都被朋友們叫成“太子”。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    總之，山西是個真正的笨蛋。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    像這樣的笨蛋，也有可愛的孩提時代。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “加油一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    扯開嗓子大叫的時刻也有過。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我猛踢山西的膝蓋後面。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “嗚哦!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    他慘叫一聲，倒在長椅上。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你幹什麽啊!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “吵死了。自說白話沈浸在自己的回憶裏，看了就火大。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “因爲你看上去不太有精神，我想安慰你……你真是無趣……”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “你這也叫安慰我?!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=506996</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=506996"/>
		<updated>2016-11-24T20:45:13Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about that MD? I remember the songs that I put in it are all really nice?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really nice! you will be encouraged after listening to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wham wham -- I knock on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sit down first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi bent over -- at the same time, I headlock him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “那MD又是怎麽回事?我記得我放進去的歌都是很好聽的啊?”．&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “相當不錯吧。聽了以後保證精神大振。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我砰砰地敲著椅子。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “坐吧。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “幹，幹什麽?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “先坐下。”&lt;br /&gt;
   山西彎下腰一一那一瞬間，我使出一招headlock(將對手之頭緊挾于腋下的一種摔角法)。見橫躺在地的山西，我又上去扣住他的手腳，完成了“魔神風車”職業摔角手平田淳嗣的必殺技。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “好痛，好痛一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “都是因爲你，我才這麽倒黴的!你知道嗎!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “快死了，死了一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “吵死了!去死吧!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “嗚啊啊啊一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “哼!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=500082</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=500082"/>
		<updated>2016-08-25T05:47:45Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Had a big fight with those guys at Toko?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y,yes...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “那MD又是怎麽回事?我記得我放進去的歌都是很好聽的啊?”．&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “相當不錯吧。聽了以後保證精神大振。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我砰砰地敲著椅子。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “坐吧。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “幹，幹什麽?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “先坐下。”&lt;br /&gt;
   山西彎下腰一一那一瞬間，我使出一招headlock(將對手之頭緊挾于腋下的一種摔角法)。見橫躺在地的山西，我又上去扣住他的手腳，完成了“魔神風車”職業摔角手平田淳嗣的必殺技。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “好痛，好痛一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “都是因爲你，我才這麽倒黴的!你知道嗎!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “快死了，死了一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “吵死了!去死吧!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “嗚啊啊啊一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “哼!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=500081</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=500081"/>
		<updated>2016-08-25T05:35:52Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this situation, I really don&#039;t know how to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I deeply know I have no right to see her anymore. These days, I have been avoiding her. Avoid? No, escape is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, what should I do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The flashing light on the ceiling is still dancing. In the TV, the original idol, now program host is talking something to the mic, showing a whole face of smile, but the eyes bears no happiness--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, someone stick his head over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Dead?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Yamanishi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I heard that your fame has grown lately?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “是，是啊……”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “跟東高的那群家夥大打了一場?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “是，是啊……”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “那MD又是怎麽回事?我記得我放進去的歌都是很好聽的啊?”．&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “相當不錯吧。聽了以後保證精神大振。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    我砰砰地敲著椅子。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “坐吧。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “幹，幹什麽?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    “先坐下。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=499579</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=499579"/>
		<updated>2016-08-19T05:34:53Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I lie down, I feel a sense of tire. Because I was locked on the roof the other day, my flu was not recovered. I still got a fever now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
  裏香依然在生氣。&lt;br /&gt;
  到了這個地步，我真不知道該怎麽道歉才好。&lt;br /&gt;
  深知自己無顔見她，這幾天，我一直盡量避開她。避開?不，也許說逃走更正確。&lt;br /&gt;
  啊，我該怎麽做……&lt;br /&gt;
  天花板上的光線還在跳躍，電視上，原偶像、現在的節目主持人正對著話筒說些什麽，臉上雖滿面笑容，兩眼卻沒有一絲笑意一一&lt;br /&gt;
  “喂，在幹什麽啊?”&lt;br /&gt;
  與此同時，有人探頭過來。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498506</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498506"/>
		<updated>2016-08-08T08:54:46Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The female reporter suddenly appeared beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is unusually nutritious to put komatsuna&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese vegetable, [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Komatsuna]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; in the mixed hot pot--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sumo wrestlers said in a soft voice:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back looking at the female reporter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of you became strong after you start eating it, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna gives you infinite power!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Komatsuna!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes-!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ko-ma-tsu-na--!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sigh, soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At around five thirty afternoon, we got all these dull programme only. Anyway, I can only turn off the sound, lying on a bench. The ceiling is flashing with the lights from the TV. The colour of pale red, pale blue are dancing. Some may say, if you don&#039;t watch the TV, just turn it off. However, a nameless loneliness seizes me when this thought come to me. If so, I rather watch the dancing light on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    躺下來，感到身體一陣懶倦。由于第二次被困在屋頂的關系，我的感冒還沒好，現在也有少許熱度。&lt;br /&gt;
  裏香依然在生氣。&lt;br /&gt;
  到了這個地步，我真不知道該怎麽道歉才好。&lt;br /&gt;
  深知自己無顔見她，這幾天，我一直盡量避開她。避開?不，也許說逃走更正確。&lt;br /&gt;
  啊，我該怎麽做……&lt;br /&gt;
  天花板上的光線還在跳躍，電視上，原偶像、現在的節目主持人正對著話筒說些什麽，臉上雖滿面笑容，兩眼卻沒有一絲笑意一一&lt;br /&gt;
  “喂，在幹什麽啊?”&lt;br /&gt;
  與此同時，有人探頭過來。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498504</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498504"/>
		<updated>2016-08-08T08:37:34Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [[w:Fundoshi]]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
下一個--&lt;br /&gt;
  並肩坐成一排的裸體男人。&lt;br /&gt;
  發髻。&lt;br /&gt;
  兜檔布。&lt;br /&gt;
  在他們旁邊，女主持突然出現。&lt;br /&gt;
  “什錦火鍋裏放小松菜的話，營養均衡非同尋常&lt;br /&gt;
哦--”&lt;br /&gt;
  相撲力士們低聲叫道：&lt;br /&gt;
  “好-!”&lt;br /&gt;
  回頭，看向女主持。&lt;br /&gt;
  “你們都是吃了它之後變強的吧?”&lt;br /&gt;
  “是--!”&lt;br /&gt;
  “小松菜給你無限力量!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一一”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小!松!菜一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498503</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498503"/>
		<updated>2016-08-08T08:36:46Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [[wikipedia:Fundoshi]]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
下一個--&lt;br /&gt;
  並肩坐成一排的裸體男人。&lt;br /&gt;
  發髻。&lt;br /&gt;
  兜檔布。&lt;br /&gt;
  在他們旁邊，女主持突然出現。&lt;br /&gt;
  “什錦火鍋裏放小松菜的話，營養均衡非同尋常&lt;br /&gt;
哦--”&lt;br /&gt;
  相撲力士們低聲叫道：&lt;br /&gt;
  “好-!”&lt;br /&gt;
  回頭，看向女主持。&lt;br /&gt;
  “你們都是吃了它之後變強的吧?”&lt;br /&gt;
  “是--!”&lt;br /&gt;
  “小松菜給你無限力量!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一一”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小!松!菜一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498502</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498502"/>
		<updated>2016-08-08T08:34:22Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A row of nearly naked man sits shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hair wor in bun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fundoshi.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Some Japanese underwear, [[Fundoshi]]&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
下一個--&lt;br /&gt;
  並肩坐成一排的裸體男人。&lt;br /&gt;
  發髻。&lt;br /&gt;
  兜檔布。&lt;br /&gt;
  在他們旁邊，女主持突然出現。&lt;br /&gt;
  “什錦火鍋裏放小松菜的話，營養均衡非同尋常&lt;br /&gt;
哦--”&lt;br /&gt;
  相撲力士們低聲叫道：&lt;br /&gt;
  “好-!”&lt;br /&gt;
  回頭，看向女主持。&lt;br /&gt;
  “你們都是吃了它之後變強的吧?”&lt;br /&gt;
  “是--!”&lt;br /&gt;
  “小松菜給你無限力量!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一一”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小!松!菜一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
{| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa solid; padding: 0.2em; border-collapse: collapse;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
| Back to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Return to [[Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora|Main Page]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498485</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=498485"/>
		<updated>2016-08-08T05:35:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being ill, is very painful. Though my sickness is not too severe, I had some time when I feel limp for the whole body -- which is a terrible experience, At that time, I can&#039;t even move a finger, and I feel so painful. There are no one who can bear this much pain. The pain will seize everything from you, including life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That residue of the trace is now floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;fuu....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a seat in front of the waiting room, where the television lies. At this point of time, no elderly will come to here, therefore, I got the right to change the channel. However, there is a problem. It is now five thirty. Speaking of the programme at five thirty--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reported in a short jacket was smiling wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Today, we are introducing the fishing habour which is one of the greatest trading country-wise in Chiba ken.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The voice is so sharp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the background, there is a dude pulling the fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, by coincidence, there is a fisherman. Let&#039;s interview him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A big crowd of kids is surrounding a big brother and a big sister. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Big brother and big sister are used in japan for kids to call intimately the elder ones.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids are dressing like bees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, let&#039;s sing with the big brother, shall we? We--- are--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The big brother and sister are bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids dress like bees are also bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A news reporter in gray suit appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;The gender is not mentioned, but normally man wears a grey suit&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; bears a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--The councilor was arrested because of suspicion on taking bribery. He &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, no gender mentioned, there is very little woman councilor in Japan.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; received 37 millions yen from a construction company of the voting region which included an imported luxurious car --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How nice, luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it Benz?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it BMW?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He actually got 37 millions?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
下一個--&lt;br /&gt;
  並肩坐成一排的裸體男人。&lt;br /&gt;
  發髻。&lt;br /&gt;
  兜檔布。&lt;br /&gt;
  在他們旁邊，女主持突然出現。&lt;br /&gt;
  “什錦火鍋裏放小松菜的話，營養均衡非同尋常&lt;br /&gt;
哦--”&lt;br /&gt;
  相撲力士們低聲叫道：&lt;br /&gt;
  “好-!”&lt;br /&gt;
  回頭，看向女主持。&lt;br /&gt;
  “你們都是吃了它之後變強的吧?”&lt;br /&gt;
  “是--!”&lt;br /&gt;
  “小松菜給你無限力量!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一一”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小松菜!”&lt;br /&gt;
“是一!”&lt;br /&gt;
“小!松!菜一一!!”&lt;br /&gt;
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	<entry>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
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		<updated>2016-07-29T00:21:40Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes before, the hallway was still crowded with yelling patients who are waiting for diagnosis. But now, it is so quiet that one can even hear a needle dropping on the ground. Five thirty-seven in the afternoon--diagnostic time ends. The patient who are here to see the doctor all returned. Benches in tea color are nicely ordered in the empty hallway. On the benches, silent piled up like dust. Even so, this somewhere in this space still keeping the thick traces of human, maybe something like wishes &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;思念 review the world usage later&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. All kinds of patient, and their family too, came to the hospital. From this long term hospitalization, I started to realize that they have a much more stronger wishes than normal people. They release it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, this is normal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
  生病，是樁非常痛苦的事。我的病雖然不太嚴重，可也有過渾身發軟，難受得不得了的經曆。那時，我連一動都不能動，而且強烈地感受到了痛楚。能夠忍受住痛苦的人，可以說不存在。痛感會奪取你的一切，包括生命以及內心。&lt;br /&gt;
    那氣息所遺留下的殘渣，現在正飄在走廊上空。&lt;br /&gt;
    “呼--”&lt;br /&gt;
    在候診椅的最前面，也就是電視機的正前方，我占了個座位。這個時間不會有老人來走廊，我擁有換頻道的主導權。可是，有個問題。現在是傍晚五點半，說到五點半播放的節目--&lt;br /&gt;
  穿著短外套的女主持笑容可掬。&lt;br /&gt;
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		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_2_Chapter_2&amp;diff=497662</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2</title>
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		<updated>2016-07-29T00:08:47Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(translation in progress)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;  &amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt; {| border=&amp;quot;1&amp;quot; cellpadding=&amp;quot;5&amp;quot; cellspacing=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; style=&amp;quot;margin: 1em 1em 1em 0; background: #f9f9f9; border: 1px #aaaaaa soli...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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	<entry>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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		<updated>2016-05-06T07:41:07Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===== 1 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is looking around. Maybe she is looking for Akiko. The foot steps are getting near and near. I took a deep breath and calculate the timing. Just a bit more, one step, two steps, three steps--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rushed out and kneel on the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika, sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It in fact is Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know how long did the silent continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared at Natsume&#039;s face meaninglessly, Natsume also looked at my face mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is Natsume who reacted first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked in a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately blushes and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darn it, I knelt before this guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suddenly kneeling in front of me, I was nearly scared to death. By the way, Ezaki, let me show you something good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume pull out an imported porn book. It has such a strong image and so sexy that anyone who see it will avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? I don&#039;t want this kind of stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, alright. Take it. Gifts from the elder one has to be accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume speaks in a fast pace, then stuff the book into my hands and leave in a hurry. What is he doing. Anyway, my hands is now left with that super sexy book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well book is such thing that you want to flip over it when you hold one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#039;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When tidying up my room, sometimes I will find out some books which are not yet read. At that time, I will be compassionate about the book because it is bought but never touched. It is the most tragic thing to a book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is exactly the same case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not very willing to read it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I open the book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a shadow hanging over me. A thin shadow. I did not think closely and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly understand everything. Why Natsume is such anxious, why he carried this book, why he stuff it to me. That jerk, Natsume, must have known Akiko&#039;s plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I know deeply that it is my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know by heart that Rika will come, why should I open that book?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am an idiot, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ri,Rika!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I throw that book away and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, it is not like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, Rika turn and leave in a poker face. I chase her, but then I am hit violently by her elbow on the stomach and I lost my balance. Taking the chance, Rika run out rapidly. I bear the pain and chase her desperately, but the door is shut hard in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(--lock)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then there is a foreboding sound. I put my hand on the handle in a panic. Seems like it can be turned, but actually not. Not again, I am locked. I pulled hard to find the door cannot be moved. Kicked which hurts my feet. Knock which hurts my hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stand there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only to know that the sun has sat and the wind starts to turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t believe it...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, right, the weather forecast this morning said that today is the coldest day this year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 7 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I put my hands on the fence, staring to the front, thinking if it is possible to go down to the balcony. I climb pass the chest-tall (?) fence and take a deep breathe. In the chilling wind of the winter, my hands and heart are turning very cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
don-don-don...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba run down the stairs, her foot steps resonates in the void. The reddish ray of the sun shines from window near the ceiling, dyeing the stairs, walls and the girl with reddish paint. The long hair of the the girl is flying in the red light. The girl&#039;s hair is dancing, dancing like her illusory dream. That girl speaks to herself, idiot, what a big idiot! Her eyes are brimming with tear. The reason why Miss Tanizaki ask her to go up is kind of known in her heart. And she knows that the one who is waiting up there is not Tanizaki, but that idiot. If he beg for pardon, though a bit too hard, she is still going to give him a chance. Originally she planned not to forgive him so earlier and want to torture him a bit more. But he treat her like a dumb-head. He already has her, why does he need to store so many that kind of stuff? All the guys are idiot. Idiotic, perverted, shameless!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, it is likely that she is running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the time is passing quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no other way out. She don&#039;t want to end like this. And that idiot cannot stand her avoidance anymore, as he turn hopeless lately. He is cute being like that, just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, she decided to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup, she want to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed. I know this won&#039;t work, so I give up. It is more worthwhile to take a look over there. I sneeze again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume is standing beside the emergency exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The foot steps are getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
don-don-don, just like kicking the stairs away. It seems very angry. Here comes the foot steps beside Natsume. In order to hide from her, Natsume shrink very hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The foot steps passes through the emergent exit, fading in the ward of the west. Natsume laughs out loudly -- operation finished. If I left one minute later, it would be disastrous. Rika is very mad, the pair of cute eyes are shining with anguish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am very familiar with Rika&#039;s temper for I have met her such long a time. In this case, that kid will never be close with Rika again. Rika will not forgive him. Regardless of he kneeling down, crying out, Rika will never notice him again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughs out loudly, ever louder and louder, even cracking out, shrinking the whole body, laughing endlessly. Finally, it turns to a hysterical laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
好不容易制定了逃脫路線，但最終發現還是徒勞的我，終于完全放棄了。我決定還是等警衛江戶川先生上來巡邏。&lt;br /&gt;
    我在風吹不到的水塔邊蹲了下來。吸了吸鼻子。也許是因爲寒冷吧。&lt;br /&gt;
    也許是因爲悲傷吧。我嘟哝著：“裏香，不是我的錯…………”&lt;br /&gt;
    “內田先生，那不是食物，不可以!”&lt;br /&gt;
    谷崎像往常一樣生氣。&lt;br /&gt;
    患者們都是一樣的任性。他們都認爲自己的遭遇很不幸，任性一點也是應該的。對家人撒嬌，沒關系。畢竟是家人嘛。&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is looking around. Maybe she is looking for Akiko. The foot steps are getting near and near. I took a deep breath and calculate the timing. Just a bit more, one step, two steps, three steps--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rushed out and kneel on the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika, sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It in fact is Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know how long did the silent continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared at Natsume&#039;s face meaninglessly, Natsume also looked at my face mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is Natsume who reacted first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked in a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately blushes and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darn it, I knelt before this guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suddenly kneeling in front of me, I was nearly scared to death. By the way, Ezaki, let me show you something good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume pull out an imported porn book. It has such a strong image and so sexy that anyone who see it will avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? I don&#039;t want this kind of stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, alright. Take it. Gifts from the elder one has to be accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume speaks in a fast pace, then stuff the book into my hands and leave in a hurry. What is he doing. Anyway, my hands is now left with that super sexy book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well book is such thing that you want to flip over it when you hold one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#039;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When tidying up my room, sometimes I will find out some books which are not yet read. At that time, I will be compassionate about the book because it is bought but never touched. It is the most tragic thing to a book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is exactly the same case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not very willing to read it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I open the book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a shadow hanging over me. A thin shadow. I did not think closely and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly understand everything. Why Natsume is such anxious, why he carried this book, why he stuff it to me. That jerk, Natsume, must have known Akiko&#039;s plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I know deeply that it is my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know by heart that Rika will come, why should I open that book?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am an idiot, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ri,Rika!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I throw that book away and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, it is not like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, Rika turn and leave in a poker face. I chase her, but then I am hit violently by her elbow on the stomach and I lost my balance. Taking the chance, Rika run out rapidly. I bear the pain and chase her desperately, but the door is shut hard in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(--lock)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then there is a foreboding sound. I put my hand on the handle in a panic. Seems like it can be turned, but actually not. Not again, I am locked. I pulled hard to find the door cannot be moved. Kicked which hurts my feet. Knock which hurts my hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stand there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only to know that the sun has sat and the wind starts to turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t believe it...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, right, the weather forecast this morning said that today is the coldest day this year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 7 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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I put my hands on the fence, staring to the front, thinking if it is possible to go down to the balcony. I climb pass the chest-tall (?) fence and take a deep breathe. In the chilling wind of the winter, my hands and heart are turning very cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
don-don-don...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba run down the stairs, her foot steps resonates in the void. The reddish ray of the sun shines from window near the ceiling, dyeing the stairs, walls and the girl with reddish paint. The long hair of the the girl is flying in the red light. The girl&#039;s hair is dancing, dancing like her illusory dream. That girl speaks to herself, idiot, what a big idiot! Her eyes are brimming with tear. The reason why Miss Tanizaki ask her to go up is kind of known in her heart. And she knows that the one who is waiting up there is not Tanizaki, but that idiot. If he beg for pardon, though a bit too hard, she is still going to give him a chance. Originally she planned not to forgive him so earlier and want to torture him a bit more. But he treat her like a dumb-head. He already has her, why does he need to store so many that kind of stuff? All the guys are idiot. Idiotic, perverted, shameless!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, it is likely that she is running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the time is passing quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no other way out. She don&#039;t want to end like this. And that idiot cannot stand her avoidance anymore, as he turn hopeless lately. He is cute being like that, just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, she decided to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup, she want to forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed. I know this won&#039;t work, so I give up. It is more worthwhile to take a look over there. I sneeze again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume is standing beside the emergency exit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The foot steps are getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
don-don-don, just like kicking the stairs away. It seems very angry. Here comes the foot steps beside Natsume. In order to hide from her, Natsume shrink very hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    腳步聲穿過了緊急出口，消失在東邊的病房。夏目嘿嘿地笑了--作戰成功。要是晚離開一分鍾就慘了。裏香非常生氣，她那雙可愛的眼睛確實吊了起來。&lt;br /&gt;
    認識裏香很久了，所以很了解她的性情脾氣。這樣，那個小鬼就不會再靠近裏香了。裏香不會原諒他的。下跪也好，哭喊也好，裏香都不會理他的。&lt;br /&gt;
  夏目嘿嘿地笑著，然後越笑越厲害，接著變成捧腹大笑，蜷曲著身體，不停地笑。最終演變成了歇斯底裏的笑。&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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&lt;div&gt;===== 1 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is looking around. Maybe she is looking for Akiko. The foot steps are getting near and near. I took a deep breath and calculate the timing. Just a bit more, one step, two steps, three steps--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rushed out and kneel on the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika, sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It in fact is Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know how long did the silent continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared at Natsume&#039;s face meaninglessly, Natsume also looked at my face mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is Natsume who reacted first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked in a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately blushes and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darn it, I knelt before this guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suddenly kneeling in front of me, I was nearly scared to death. By the way, Ezaki, let me show you something good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume pull out an imported porn book. It has such a strong image and so sexy that anyone who see it will avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? I don&#039;t want this kind of stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, alright. Take it. Gifts from the elder one has to be accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume speaks in a fast pace, then stuff the book into my hands and leave in a hurry. What is he doing. Anyway, my hands is now left with that super sexy book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well book is such thing that you want to flip over it when you hold one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#039;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When tidying up my room, sometimes I will find out some books which are not yet read. At that time, I will be compassionate about the book because it is bought but never touched. It is the most tragic thing to a book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is exactly the same case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not very willing to read it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I open the book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a shadow hanging over me. A thin shadow. I did not think closely and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly understand everything. Why Natsume is such anxious, why he carried this book, why he stuff it to me. That jerk, Natsume, must have known Akiko&#039;s plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I know deeply that it is my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know by heart that Rika will come, why should I open that book?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am an idiot, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ri,Rika!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I throw that book away and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, it is not like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, Rika turn and leave in a poker face. I chase her, but then I am hit violently by her elbow on the stomach and I lost my balance. Taking the chance, Rika run out rapidly. I bear the pain and chase her desperately, but the door is shut hard in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(--lock)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then there is a foreboding sound. I put my hand on the handle in a panic. Seems like it can be turned, but actually not. Not again, I am locked. I pulled hard to find the door cannot be moved. Kicked which hurts my feet. Knock which hurts my hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stand there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only to know that the sun has sat and the wind starts to turn cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t believe it...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, right, the weather forecast this morning said that today is the coldest day this year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is looking around. Maybe she is looking for Akiko. The foot steps are getting near and near. I took a deep breath and calculate the timing. Just a bit more, one step, two steps, three steps--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rushed out and kneel on the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika, sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It in fact is Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know how long did the silent continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared at Natsume&#039;s face meaninglessly, Natsume also looked at my face mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is Natsume who reacted first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked in a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately blushes and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darn it, I knelt before this guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suddenly kneeling in front of me, I was nearly scared to death. By the way, Ezaki, let me show you something good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume pull out an imported porn book. It has such a strong image and so sexy that anyone who see it will avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? I don&#039;t want this kind of stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, alright. Take it. Gifts from the elder one has to be accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume speaks in a fast pace, then stuff the book into my hands and leave in a hurry. What is he doing. Anyway, my hands is now left with that super sexy book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well book is such thing that you want to flip over it when you hold one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#039;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When tidying up my room, sometimes I will find out some books which are not yet read. At that time, I will be compassionate about the book because it is bought but never touched. It is the most tragic thing to a book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is exactly the same case.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not very willing to read it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I open the book.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a shadow hanging over me. A thin shadow. I did not think closely and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly understand everything. Why Natsume is such anxious, why he carried this book, why he stuff it to me. That jerk, Natsume, must have known Akiko&#039;s plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I know deeply that it is my foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know by heart that Rika will come, why should I open that book?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am an idiot, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ri,Rika!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I throw that book away and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, it is not like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, Rika turn and leave in a poker face. I chase her, but then I am hit violently by her elbow on the stomach and I lost my balance. Taking the chance, Rika run out rapidly. I bear the pain and chase her desperately, but the door is shut hard in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(--lock)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
  然後傳來了不祥的聲音。我慌慌張張地把手放在了門把上。似乎能轉動，但轉不動。被擺了一道，又被鎖住了。我用力拉，打不開；踢，腳痛；敲擊，手痛。&lt;br /&gt;
    我站著。&lt;br /&gt;
    太陽已經落山了，風開始變冷了。&lt;br /&gt;
    “不是吧……”&lt;br /&gt;
    對了，今天早上的天氣預報更新說今天是今年最冷的一天。&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(unfinished at 75%)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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&lt;div&gt;===== 1 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is looking around. Maybe she is looking for Akiko. The foot steps are getting near and near. I took a deep breath and calculate the timing. Just a bit more, one step, two steps, three steps--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I rushed out and kneel on the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika, sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Look up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It in fact is Natsume.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know how long did the silent continued.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stared at Natsume&#039;s face meaninglessly, Natsume also looked at my face mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is Natsume who reacted first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He asked in a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I immediately blushes and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darn it, I knelt before this guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suddenly kneeling in front of me, I was nearly scared to death. By the way, Ezaki, let me show you something good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume pull out an imported porn book. It has such a strong image and so sexy that anyone who see it will avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There you are.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? I don&#039;t want this kind of stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, alright. Take it. Gifts from the elder one has to be accepted.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume speaks in a fast pace, then stuff the book into my hands and leave in a hurry. What is he doing. Anyway, my hands is now left with that super sexy book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well book is such thing that you want to flip over it when you hold one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#039;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When tidying up my room, sometimes I will find out some books which are not yet read. At that time, I will be compassionate about the book because it is bought but never touched. It is the most tragic thing to a book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
    就是這樣。&lt;br /&gt;
    也並不是很想看。&lt;br /&gt;
    我翻開了書。&lt;br /&gt;
    就在這個時候。&lt;br /&gt;
    腳邊多了個影子。細瘦的影子。我也沒細想，就擡起了頭。&lt;br /&gt;
  是裏香。&lt;br /&gt;
  站在那裏。&lt;br /&gt;
  我一瞬什麽都明白了。爲什麽夏目會那麽慌張，爲什麽他帶著這本書，爲什麽他硬要塞給我。夏目那混蛋肯定&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
知道亞希子的計劃。&lt;br /&gt;
    但我最深刻明白的是自己的愚蠢。&lt;br /&gt;
    明明知道裏香要來，爲什麽要翻開書?!&lt;br /&gt;
    我是白癡吧?&lt;br /&gt;
    “裏，裏香!”&lt;br /&gt;
    我丟掉書，叫著。&lt;br /&gt;
    “不是的，不是這樣的。”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
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I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko smile and then putting the cigarette bud which she has finished into a pocket ashtray. Then she is gone. I watched until her shadows fades. Thank you very much! Akiko. Akiko really is an angel! God who reborn! Buddha who reincarnated!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still, I can hardly believe. I stand there like an idiot, day dreamed for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should first hide up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I peeked around anxiously. How about hiding beside the water tower? The sun was sat and is getting cold. But it is not the time to consider this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After five minutes, the door was opened.沒回過神&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Failure is not an option. Anyway, kneel down, cry, stick my head to the concrete ground. Whatever it is, if she can forgive me, I can swear to be her servant for one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I strain to hear and I found the sound of steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
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I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
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And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
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She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
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The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
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“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
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During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
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My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
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It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
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The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
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A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
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He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
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“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
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“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
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For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
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Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
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He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
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It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
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To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika will finish her drip treatment in the afternoon and may come up here. I asked her to come. Listen, this time you really need to take the chance. She can&#039;t run fast, you can hide behind the fence or something like that. Then, block the entrance&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Should be exit, but the original text...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;. Then you won&#039;t be locked like last time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kneel down, or whatever, whatever you do, just beg her pardon. Though this is my own thoughts, but I think Rika wants to get back to normal relationship too. Kneel, or even better, cry. Then tell her you can be her servant for 100 years or something like that, then she will definitely forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
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And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
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My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
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It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
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The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
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A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
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“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
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“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It really is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though I am not only hiding one or two books.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;However, that kid is starting to get soft.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Soft? Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That kid...Never express her feelings, therefore, we don&#039;t know much about her. Even if the repeated medical checks were so tiring, she had never shown a face of tire. Even though she is happy, she had never shown a face of happiness. Therefore, when I heard that you are in quarrel with her, I was much relieved.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Akiko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika never showed her feelings, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She can go completely mad or happy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko blinks her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uh huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She can go so mad that she is even more horrible than Akiko. I am afraid that there is only one girl, Rika, who is more horrible than Akiko. Cried, Shout, Scolding endlessly: Rika is a person with explosive emotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko murmured.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She tortured you...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#039;t hear what she said clearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To hide from me, Akiko speaks before me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It is about time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She take a look of her watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have business?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ha...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am yawning while opening the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at least take a look of the textbook, or I am going to repeat. The first step is essay. However, I cannot get the gist of the article.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I work as hard as I can. Then, there is a voice from above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, that&#039;s nice, you are studying!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look up, that then, I see that Akiko is standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a cigarette in between her lips.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t smoke, it is bad to your health.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;O,O,Ouch! Stop it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko stomp on my back hard. My body is twisted together like rope. She is standing on her tip toe, bending her kneels, trying to exert all her weight on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the heck are you doing? Are you a nurse?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am running away while I scream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko is laughing when she breath some smoke out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What were you trying to say?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko&#039;s eyes are shining with dangerous light. She seems very happy, energetic. She has already treating bullying me as one of her interests. Why is there such a nurse in this world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel very regret, therefore, I laughed very loudly and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am a very generous person, you can say anything you want, I don&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, really nothing. Hahaha, Hahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great, hahaha, hahaha.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We laughed very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The glowing sunset emmerged in the sky when we are still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sigh, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is it this time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am frozen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think she will not kick me so suddenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you still arguing with Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;...&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is really stubborn. A kid in your age normally have one or two porn book, isn&#039;t it simple to forgive you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(unfinished at 75%)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I am still thinking of a way appease Rika. Everyday, 24 hours, this issue is all I can think of. But I cannot think of any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I maybe really am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika also scold me like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking in a cute voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are a fool!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her angry face is also very cute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am sunbathing on the roof. The wind is chilling, seems like the cold current is coming. Life in the hospital is too boring. I can only watch the weather forecast to kill time lately. Weather forecast will be repeated, again and again, in NHK&#039;s morning news section. I want to take a look of other channels too, but well, the right to choose the channel for TVs in the hall, is holding by the elderly who stayed in the hospital for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(unfinished at 75%)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>User talk:Energy</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;First of all, thanks for picking up this wonderful series. Ever since I found that the manga was based on a novel, I&#039;ve been dying to read it. I see that you&#039;ve translated chapter 4-1, which Pudding had, for some reason, skipped, and that&#039;s good, however, wouldn&#039;t it be better to finish first volume 2 and translate volume 3?--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
:I&#039;ve been waiting forever for this series, so it doesn&#039;t hurt waiting more. I just wanted to know if it entered into your plans. Thanks for the reply and the translation.--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
:Haha, enjoy! It IS a great novel. If you think the manga is great, the novel is brilliant. Just that translation might not properly capture all the excellent writing style and the accurate original meaning. I will do my best though.&lt;br /&gt;
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thanks for picking up HanTsuki. there is God &lt;br /&gt;
[[User:Himel|Himel]] ([[User talk:Himel|talk]]) 17:11, 12 February 2016 (UTC)&lt;br /&gt;
:Haha, enjoy! Well, my English is not that good though.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;===== 1 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
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It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
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The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite song. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I will think:&lt;br /&gt;
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If I were living deep in a mountain village, what my life would be like? Living happily with bears, wild boars and monkeys? Impossible! It is not Disney movie. I am certain to be attacked by bears, chasing all over the mountain by the boars, played by the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, I watched a movie called The Mosquito Coast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was about a father who loves the nature and would like to assimilate into it. Thereafter, his family moved in a rain forest, hence, suffering a lot. Finally, the father gone mad and died, the whole family moved back to the civilized world again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Principle?&lt;br /&gt;
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Assertion?&lt;br /&gt;
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That might be essential, but things might not always develop in a good way. It can go tragic.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is to do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then, in those proper acts, there are good thing and bad things. However, they will not be too good or too bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, it is something like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always have this thoughts, therefore, my life is just as expected. Although not a brilliant life, but not everything is bad. Simple and happy, a life which I laugh at but still keep living in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika is still avoiding me. She would turn away if we met in the corridor. If I speak to her, she will ignore me. If I chase after her, she will hit me with her elbow. If I moan, she will not notice me, strict off leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
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How rude!&lt;br /&gt;
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So bad!&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
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I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
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The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
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“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
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My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
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It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
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The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
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A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
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For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\\Energy picking up. Well, bad at grammar, I am no native. Will polish it later. Just put down some readable thing first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear footstep sounds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are nurses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two nurses came in shoulder on shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Shiga, have you took a temperature yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No. He will cheat it if you look at him doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can just hear these as their voices and footsteps fades.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, footstep sounds are sounded again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It should be Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; This time Yuichi is not using proper prefix, just calling Akiko by her names, leaving &amp;quot;Miss&amp;quot;, it shows that Yuichi is kind of rude to Akiko.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr Uchida! That is not food!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko shouted loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God! You Bastar... Boss! That is not edible!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything are like hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without solid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The soft feeling in my tiptoe is waken, the feel when I kicked my father. There goes 3 years, but that feel for kicking my father as well as the pain for being beaten up, the bloody smell, the shame and the scene when my father was crouching on the ground, were all still so fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave the bed, walked to the door, switched on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music disc in the rubbish bin was my father&#039;s favorite sound. The label on the disc is shining.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How many times did my father kicked me? I feel that it was one or two hours, but it actually only a few minutes. After that, my father mumbled something, then walk away in a shaky way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was singing the theme song of the anime which I watch every week when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I heard the off-pitched voice faded, I was relaxed. I feel that he will not hit me anymore, that then, I suddenly feel more painful. the smell of blood filled my mouth. It seems that I have a bite of sand and dirt, as it smells like so. I stood up, washed my bloody and dirty face and hands. It was painful when my wounds were washed. I took off my clothes, then tears was rushing out again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am like a helpless kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point of time, I am neither thinking of my tragic face, nor do I think of my shrinking mother at the corner. Instead, I am thinking about the look of my father, who was crouching because of my kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I notice, the room has already gone dark. It is dinner time. I feel very hungry. The food in the hospital is bad, but when one is starving, they will have the appetite to eat it. Man are like this. When thirsty, they can even drink lots of dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;small&amp;gt;(unfinished at 75%)&amp;lt;/small&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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	<entry>
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		<title>User talk:Energy</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;First of all, thanks for picking up this wonderful series. Ever since I found that the manga was based on a novel, I&#039;ve been dying to read it. I see that you&#039;ve translated chapter 4-1, which Pudding had, for some reason, skipped, and that&#039;s good, however, wouldn&#039;t it be better to finish first volume 2 and translate volume 3?--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
:I&#039;ve been waiting forever for this series, so it doesn&#039;t hurt waiting more. I just wanted to know if it entered into your plans. Thanks for the reply and the translation.--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
:Haha, enjoy! It IS a great novel. If you think the manga is great, the novel is brilliant. Just that translation might not properly capture all the excellent writing style and the accurate original meaning. I will do my best though.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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	<entry>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;===== 1 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
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At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
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That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
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After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
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Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
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At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
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Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
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I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
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A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
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So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
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But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
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My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Boom(?)&amp;quot; My father&#039;s attack landed.&lt;br /&gt;
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A punch on the face but I did not feel painful, only feeling dizzy. And then another punch landed. This time, I felt burning painful. Another punch landed on my stomach. I was fought to breathless -- I can only hear the &amp;quot;fuu...fuu&amp;quot; sound from my mouth. I was looking at my father with a begging look, nevertheless, there is only madness filled in my father&#039;s eyes. I wanted to run only to discover that my collar was picked up firmly. He was really doing it seriously. He hit my face and stomach endlessly. I was fought to fell on the ground and cannot even stand. That then he kicked me. He kicked, I cried. I don&#039;t know whether it is pain or shame, I kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1</title>
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Winter is winter all right! The wind blowing in was chilly. Looking up, I saw a bright sky stretching beyond the horizon. Covering my pajamas was a shirt, and covering that was a jacket and a cloak, making my upper body overly heavy, like a roly-poly toy, yet only my pajamas were covering my lower body. Just then, my toes were aching in the chilly cold weather, but now that pain had gradually detached. The frost had crept into my bones, forcing weight on my waist. It should be very painful! &lt;br /&gt;
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Should this continue, I would freeze to death for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I will freeze to death in the hospital’s rooftop!”, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking out my watch from the pocket on my shirt, I checked the time: three in the afternoon. A certain level of stamina was needed for the operation, so Rika had been training herself every day recently by strolling in the hospital. The rooftop was the returning point on her track, so, according to the statistics garnered in these past few days, she would come here at around several minutes after three. Her earliest record was 3:01, recorded three days ago. Her latest record was 3:15, recorded yesterday. I want to be earlier and prepare myself at the rooftop before three, but perhaps I was in too much of a hurry and I had arrived at the rooftop at half past two, so I had to be blown by the chilly wind for a total of thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilliness...the gloominess...the pain...I had reached my limits. I couldn’t return now. I had spewed a lot of guts to come here.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, come here quicker!”&lt;br /&gt;
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I inhaled with my nose. I was starting to feel that it might be better if she wouldn’t come. Seeing Rika would make me afraid. This simple thought would scare my body, forcing it to crouch. Rika was a bit too ruthless this week. After my collection was found, I rushed to Rika’s ward. I could do anything to get forgiven, even if I had to kneel down and beg her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I lightly knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Who’s there?”it was Rika’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ri-Rika, can I come in?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Please hear me explain.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Silence.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this moment, hope sprang from my heart. Her silence meant approval for me to enter and explain. If willing to hear me explain, she might be also willing to forgive me. There had to be some bit of inclination to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right! I had made up my mind, which was completely filled with my own, selfish thoughts. I laid my hands on the knob. I should have noticed...that when the door was slightly opened and heavier than usual. Still, I entered Rika’s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bang! Followed this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was after the event that I came to know that Rika had placed on the slightly opened door a thick Japanese dictionary, measuring 25 centimetres length, 18 centimetres width, and 7 centimetres thickness. When I opened the door, the dictionary fell down, its corner striking my head. &lt;br /&gt;
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I could see stars.&lt;br /&gt;
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And holding m head in desperation, I cried, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” rolling on the ground. Without any sympathy, Rika pushed me out of the door. I stood outside the door for a total five minutes. In these five minutes, probably over twenty patients and nurses passing by laughed at me. &lt;br /&gt;
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The second challenge was the day following that. I had to notice for anything on top of the door this time, but there seemed to be nothing there, so it should be fine. Placing my hand on the knob, I opened the door and walked into Rika’s ward.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorr...”&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thump! Following this sound...&lt;br /&gt;
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It was an extremely classical method: a string was attached on the lower section of the door; thus, when the door was opened, the string would be straightened. Tripped, I fell down straight, my face slamming on the floor, my nose hit. Headaches first came, and then my nose felt hot and puffy. Holding my nose, my fingers felt something lukewarm streaming through them...it was blood from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ah, my nose is bleeding,” I said, honestly, for this might be an opportunity. Even if it was Rika, she might feel sorry for seeing me bleed. She might feel she had been doing it a bit too much and run to my side, saying, perhaps, some gentle words. The blood from my nose might compensate for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika Looking at me, who was harbouring evil hopes, with considerable contempt. With a carefree fashion, she still pushed me, who was crying absurdly in pain, rolling around on the floor, and panic-stricken by fresh blood, outside the door, prohibiting me from explaining myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were there any comforting words? No!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was there an apology? OF course not as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Don’t come ever again, you idiot!”&lt;br /&gt;
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She spurned me!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bearing the pain and the torture induced from desperation,  I gazed at the ceiling blankly, happening to know that my nose had stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;
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The patterns on the ceiling seemed to be melting down.&lt;br /&gt;
I kicked away the thought of entering Rika’s room again. My body might not hold it anymore. Should I be less careless, the next thing falling down might be a dripping frame. No, a dripping frame was still fine, but I wouldn’t say so sure about other dangerous flying things, as there were lethal weapons everywhere in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I could only resort to ambush.&lt;br /&gt;
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“So...cold...” &lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika all right—how obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;
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During this week, we had neither a good talk nor a good meeting. For me, I didn’t care about the details. I could forget trivial stuff after two to three days. But Rika was completely the opposite. Girls probably act this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was in my thoughts, the door was opened by a creaking sound. My heart was about to jump out. The metal door was opened gradually. I could see a set of small, think hands through the crevice of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was Rika. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holding my breath, I began to organise what I wanted to say in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Rika, I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, kneeling down, “it’s all my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;
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My head rubbed around the dirty cement, trying my best to repeatedly apologise no matter what until Rika would forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Was it depressing? I couldn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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What? Did I look like less masculine? I couldn’t care about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had thrown all of these things high into the azure winter sky. I was willing to do everything for Rika’s forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Fu...”it was Rika’s puffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rika was there. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. Kneeling down, I cried loudly, “Rika, I’m sorry!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Great, it was the same as my plan. Then, I did my best to say a bunch of words of apology. ‘’Sorry, Rika, it was Sansei who obstinately got it. He is really a helpless idiot. But there was no way. I’m his friend anyway. I can’t reject his request. Friends are very important to me. I hate this too, but there’s really no other way. I know it’s an excuse and that I’m really an idiot. I’m sorry. Rika, please forgive me! I beg you. I’m willing to do everything. Starting from today, I’ll go to the library every day to borrow books you like. I’ll give you a Peter Rabbit Artbook as a present. It’s all my fault. Please forgive me, Rika...’’&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried until my throat hurt. Then, I lifted my head in a terrified state: Rika was gone. There was not a trace of her anywhere. Standing up, I walked to the door, which was locked tightly. It seemed Rika had turned away and left upon seeing me, and I was apologising to the door all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Arghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing. I really wanted to cry. In fact, I didn’t care if it was depressing. I only hope to speak with Rika and see her smile and her swaying, long hair. When Rika was unruly, I only wanted to say ‘yes’ again and again to her requests. I didn’t enjoy being tortured but everything was fine given it could be something pertaining to Rika.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love Rika. Rika was more important to me than adding everything in the world. Sitting on the cold concrete floor, this shock prevented me from standing up. What if I was hated by Rika forever? I was devastated. If this was really it, my life would end here. There was no hope. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing up after a long while, I found that thirty minutes had already passed. My body was completely cold. Man, I would have to think of other ways, only for her to forgive me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sucking air through my nostrils, I placed my hand on the knob, turning it, but failing. There seemed to be something stopping it from moving. Oh, no, could it be? I turned it harder, but it still wouldn’t budge. I turned it even harder, but no dice. I kicked! My legs are in pain. I smacked! My hands felt numb. &lt;br /&gt;
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It seems locked.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, no way...”&lt;br /&gt;
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The chilly wind blew with raging sounds. The sun was heading downhill. Everything on the rooftop melted into their shadows. After another one hour, the sky would turn completely black. The last rays of sunlight on the east side of the sky faded, and a white, crescent moon hung on the pale blue sky, glowing. Lifting my head, I remembered the news broadcasted on seven this morning. The young weather forecast man reminded the viewers that today was the coldest day of the year, and that they should wear warm, thick clothes and big cloaks before going out for a good walk. &lt;br /&gt;
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The words ‘freezing to death’ ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;
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A good walk? A good walk to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way!&lt;br /&gt;
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===== 2 =====&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s likely a fever.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Lying on my bed, I heard Akiko’s voice. She didn’t have to tell me: I knew I was having a fever. My whole body was hot. IF you put a water bottle on my forehead, the water would boil in one minute. All the joints in my body was in great pain, my throat being even in worse pain. Snivel kept flowing out. Sucking with my nose, I said, “What’s the degree?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“38.7 degrees.” &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Celsius&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“What? That can’t be!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should have caught a cold. Let’s leave the inspection for the doctor. It’ll be troubling if it’s hepatitis.” &lt;br /&gt;
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I was sent to hospital because of hepatitis. Its symptoms are very similar to a cold, so we couldn’t rashly conclude that it was a cold. If the hepatitis worsened, relevant counteractive measures would be taken, for example: a two-hour drop every day, a check-up in every three days, prohibition from visiting, and even postponement of leaving the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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While swinging the thermometer, Akiko asked me, “Yuiichi, why were you on the rooftop? Is this a new way of suicide? Or do you want to freeze yourself to death on the rooftop to place fault on us?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“N-No.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You’ll really die if this continues.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She was right. I was ‘saved’ at eleven in the night, having been trapped in the rooftop for a total eight hours. The chilly wind blew, lowering the temperature of the rooftop to somewhere like a fridge. I sat leaning on the water tank, my body curled like a tortoise to act against the cold weather. I was prepared to be frozen to death. Would I die in this place? Would this make Rika guilty? Would she cry for me? These things ran in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to the security guard, Edogawa, in his patrol to the rooftop, I was saved. The security guard almost bald, Edogawa, was forty-two years old, married, with two children. When he discovered me...&lt;br /&gt;
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“Wuaghh!”&lt;br /&gt;
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He exclaimed dismally like a woman, probably because he saw a spirit. Originally I wanted to stand up, but my body was frozen for a long time, so my pace was slow, my hands unable to lift, hence sticking to the sides of my body. My actions certainly resemble those of a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Ahhh!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Still screaming like a woman, Edogawa rushed down the stairs. Till now I still remember vividly the glow of Edogawa’s baldhead, like a florescent lamp, but this was all I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I came back to my senses, I had already been lying on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I was locked up there,” I said, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Akiko’s brows furrowed.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Locked? By who? It couldn’t be Rika, could it?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes, it’s Rika.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Because...discovered.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered? What is discovered?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Lying on my bed, I pointed at the stuff under my bed. Dubious, Akiko looked at the place my fingers were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then she looked under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laughing sounds erupted, continuing for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Discovered! She’s of course infuriated. That’s certain! Haha, so that’s why you’re locked in the rooftop. Hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding her abdomen, Akiko broke into endless and unrestrained laughter. I knew she thought it funny, but laughter didn’t suffice, for she also knocked on my bed fanatically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deeply wounded, I said, “You don’t have to laugh so crazily...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“But, but that’s...”&lt;br /&gt;
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“I almost died.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Die!” Akiko exclaimed while cracking up, “Just die, will you?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You’re a nurse. What the heck are you saying?” &lt;br /&gt;
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Rats! I was in shame, tears at the verge of flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was depressing to be neglected by Rika. Everything looked like illusions. Food tasted bad; watching television was boring—I now knew what a gray life was. It was a remorseful to let a girl bear so much hate to you. If this was someone else’s affair, I might be laughing my head out like Akiko. But when this was mine, it was extremely painful. When I began to think that Rika might not be talking with me any longer, I had a rush to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Are you crying, Yuuichi?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sucked with my mose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Enough. Leave me alone!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t believe she have discovered it. Girls of her age hated this stuff; making matters worse, Rika had been living in the hospital for most of her life. She must be infuriated. You should bear some responsibility too for hiding this.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is your fault. Akiko repeated again and again for confirmation. I knew it, so you don’t have to accentuate on that. The question to be asked was how to let Rika forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of something: Akiko was a girl as well, the same as Rika, though more mature. She should be clear about this stuff. She might give me constructive suggestions. Although still bothered by how she laughed at me, I knew I had to grasp the last straws. If Akiko could teach me some tricks to let Rika forgive me, I might even kneel down in request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cautiously, I asked, “Akiko, what should I do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What should you do?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Rika is still angry, unwilling to forgive me. Please tell me what I should do to make her forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“There’s no way,” she said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in front of my eyes turned pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How could that be...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Girls are cruel. I have a friend whose boyfriend didn’t comply to their promise and kick off the habit of smoking. So she instantly broke up with him and married another man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Tell me it’s not true!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It is! It might look trivial to others but pivotal to an individual. There’s a old song like this...”Akiko started to sing by the whim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I want to embrace you tightly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For such a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her particularly crisp sound reverberated in my cramped ward, as well as my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Snivel flowed out profusely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was snivel!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yuuichi, don’t cry if you’re a man. Oh, if you’re that troubled, I can introduce you to another adorable girl. Rika’s not the only girl in the world anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Wuaghhh...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To me, Rika was the only girl in the world. I didn’t want other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at my incessant flowing of snivel, Akiko shook her head because there wasn’t a better offer she could provide.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like you contracted a serious illness.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“A serious illness?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly heard another voice. Lifting my head up, I saw a man standing at the door of the ward. He looked like a university student, though, with further inspection, he looked older, around thirty. His hair was tousled, his beard unshaved, his clothes ruffled. He looked like unhygienic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Didn’t I say it’s a cold?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko said in panic, “Ah, Doctor Natsume, I’m joking about the serious illness...”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume? Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my surprise, Akiko explained to me, “Don’t you know him? He’s a surgery doctor, Doctor Natsume. When you entered the hospital, he had a long holiday. So you’re returning to your work today, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yesterday,” said Doctor Natsume, stiffly. It was a deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. I’m starting work yesterday. Today I’m on duty, so I’m paying you a visit.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was dazed, Doctor Natsume had come to my side and took my hand carefully to take my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“How’s your body? Does your throat ache?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It aches.” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard you were locked in the rooftop.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Were you casually counting stars there?” said Doctor Natsume, with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although having a bearded face, he gave off a gentle feeling. Probably because I had lived in the hospital for some time, I could tell a good doctor from a bad one. Good doctors could get along with patients immediately, which said, specifically, was opening their hearts to patients and being all ears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor Natsume’s eyes were like a young child, eyes filled with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes. It’s about it,” he said, in a relieving tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was difficult to be talked about with people you first met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing behind Doctor Natsume, Akiko did her best to hold onto herself, her hands covering her stomach, restricting herself from bursting into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rats, how misfortunate!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 3 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Countless bed sheets and towels hung on the rooftop looked like they were dancing to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I basked in the sun and stared at the cloudless blue sky, feeling the soft and warm wind, I felt as if spring had arrived. Having rested for three whole days, my cold had pretty much subsided, but since my body had been warmed up under this warm weather and sunshine, I was both lazy and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
Speaking of which, Tada also really liked sitting on the rooftop like I do.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like an old turtle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ward that Tada used to live in had just received a new patient. It seemed it was a university student with a broken leg. But what&#039;s enviable, no, not at all enviable, was the fact that a girlfriend-like person comes to visit him every day. Looking at his room from the rooftop, I could see the door is open, and its interiors fully visible. In the brightly lit room, the two were chatting happily. How much I would like to go and pat his shoulder to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything had become the past tense... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to walk into their room, to tell them, there used to be a perverted old man called Tada that had lived here for over a dozen years; I want to tell them, this old man collected thousands of porno magazines, and before he passed away, he gave them all to me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san definitely lived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He definitely existed in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He lived for 80 years. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not possible to tell them all this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha&#039;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might look at me confoundedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They might also say. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, Tada-san, you&#039;ve gone too far. It&#039;s all because of you, that Rika hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when he&#039;s dead, he still causes problems, how horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tada-san would definitely laugh wholeheartedly, &amp;quot;hahahaha~&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s him, he&#039;d definitely be convulsed with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I stood in a daze, &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;, came a voice from above. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slowly looked up, happening to see a young man standing there. His white outfit told me he was a doctor. But I&#039;ve never seen him before, so was he a new doctor sent over from the university? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was what I had learned when I was hospitalised: small hospitals like Wakaba Hospital are all affiliated with a University Med school. It&#039;s like convenience store chains. So sometimes, young doctors from that med school were sent here to gain experience. It&#039;s killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I imitated Tada&#039;s face and tried to smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m enjoying the sunshine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh&amp;quot;, he said softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;d better return to your room before the weather gets cold. Your cold isn&#039;t fully cured yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why would this guy know that I had caught a cold? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wakaba Hospital, though small, still had over 100 patients, and a patient&#039;s illness can&#039;t be known by all doctors, usually only by the attending physician. Not to mention, a doctor that just arrived from med school couldn&#039;t possibly know my illness, because I only caught this cold recently. This was weird. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing my confusion, the doctor chuckled: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You still haven&#039;t realised!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Doctor Natsume!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This handsome young man grinned at me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Am I not cool or what?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I first saw him, his face was full of stubble, and his hair was messy, completely like a sloppy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this person in front of me was obviously a gentle and mild youth. The hair style is quite fashionable, and the slightly long hair gives off a cool and comfortable feeling. With a clear contour of the face, beautiful double eyelids, long lashes, and light brown pupils, even though his grin irritated me, this can only be described as a young handsome man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is infuriating! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any male would be angry after seeing such a young handsome man. Shoot, everyone would think so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely detestable! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m going to go hiking, &amp;quot; said Doctor Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, just Natsume is fine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the way I called him in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no need to append &amp;quot;Doctor&amp;quot; to his name. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s a hobby I&#039;ve had since I was a student. Two whole months, I&#039;ve confined myself in a small cabin in the mountains, living by myself. Don&#039;t you think it&#039;s rude, calling me to be on duty just after I came out from the mountains. During the 2 months on the mountain, I didn&#039;t shower, shave or even cut my hair. I even scared a child at the spot that came for an emergency call.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume laughed again. &amp;quot;Hahaha&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After duty, I had a shower and went to the hairdresser. It felt like turning from an ape-man back to being a human. Hey, Ezaki, do you understand what I&#039;m saying? Why are you looking at me with such a scary expression?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing&#039;s wrong&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if there&#039;s something he&#039;s really enjoying, he didn&#039;t stop smiling. He seemed to have just smoked, because there was a lingering smell as he took a seat beside me. Once again looking at Natsume sitting beside me, I confirmed he&#039;s definitely over 30. He&#039;s already at the age where he should marry, and wouldn&#039;t be strange even if he had a child or two. But the aura he gives off was quite young, or at least not old at all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were these kinds of teachers at school as well. A frank personality, so rather than a teacher, he&#039;d feel more like an elder brother, very sociable and popular among girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, personally, I find it difficult to interact with these teachers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore, I&#039;m sure it&#039;ll also be difficult to get along with Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s definitely like this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you have a quarrel with Rika?&amp;quot; he suddenly asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika had been complaining about it. She&#039;s so angry there are flames in her eyes. Very intimidating indeed. She even yelled,&#039; boys are all idiots!&#039; She sure is scary when she&#039;s angry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Totally scary!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I nod furiously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just thinking about Rika&#039;s raged eyes sent chills down my spine. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, it &#039;&#039;is&#039;&#039; Rika.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, for some weird reason, just listening to Natsume, I feel anger boiling up within me. After thinking through it carefully,  Natsume actually just called Rika&#039;s name directly. To have another man, not to mention a handsome young man to call her name like this, infuriated me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you know Rika?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I do, I&#039;m her attending doctor.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Attending doctor? So you specialise in cardiology?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing my question, Natsume seemed quite surprised. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Has Rika told you about her condition?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume sighed softly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, isn&#039;t that rare. Rika actually mentioned her illness.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve known her for a long time. Started from the hospital in Shizuoka, 5 years? no, it&#039;s been 6 years. She has never told anyone about &lt;br /&gt;
her own condition until now.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe it&#039;s just her personality. She never had any friends before, so she&#039;s quite sensitive about this topic.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natsume appeared very happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For Rika, you are a very important existence- a patient that can chat with her. You have to get along with each other in the future too, ok!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He&#039;s smiling wholeheartedly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I changed my opinion of him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, he&#039;s not as bad as I think he was. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To have a friend like you is quite nice.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend? He specifically emphasised the word &amp;quot;friend&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been my hallucination? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friends are really important, as they can share anything with each other. Lovers are different. Lovers have a gap, and some things cannot be shared. The saying that opposite genders can  never have true friendship are made just to fool children. Rika and you are friends, right!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more I listened, the angrier I got. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gap? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not lovers? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika and I weren&#039;t only friends. Though we hadn&#039;t confessed, our relationship wasn&#039;t that simple. I didn&#039;t know how to put it into words, but we weren&#039;t just normal friends! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After regaining self-consciousness, I realise I&#039;m glaring at Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was also looking at me with a cheeky expression and a smirk on his face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just earlier, I changed my opinion of him, but I reverted back now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still detested him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I hate him! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 4 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many things occurred in this world. I&#039;ve lived for 17 years, and never counted them, knowing that they would be endless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Among these things that occurred, an event of such a scale is extraordinary. There was a limit to one&#039;s patience, and because of this limit, some things simply couldn&#039;t be endured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want it?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t rush!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so angry right now I really wanted to kick the chair. I already lifted my leg twice, but managed to restrain myself before lashing out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were 4 people in my ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I was the first one. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m lying on the bed, trying to control my mood. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one was Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was standing next to my bed, smiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third was the university student that stayed in the neighbouring ward. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had his plastered foot raised while sitting on the chair that I&#039;ve been trying to kick. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had the urge to kick him right onto the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth person was that guy&#039;s girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was standing next to him. With a fork in her hand, and a slice of cake on the fork, she was feeding that guy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t eat too fast~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and give it to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s delicious, you have to savour it!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The university student took a bite, &amp;quot;mmm~, tasty,&amp;quot; he exclaimed enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl also smiled with content, but it was directed towards Tsukasa and I. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you so much, but is it really fine to invite us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I was irritated, I still smiled in return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course it&#039;s no problem, right, Tsukasa?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I gave Tsukasa an evil eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa blinked a few times and then nodded. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nodding like a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, the university student frankly said, &amp;quot;Did you really make this delicious cake? It&#039;s quite rare for a guy like you to bake cakes. Hey, Yumiko, hurry and let me eat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Die! I muttered in my heart, and henceforth proceeded glaring at the person responsible for this disaster, Tsukasa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baking was Tsukasa&#039;s hobby, so every time he came to visit me he would bring a cake or some cookies that he made. I love desserts and snacks, so I always welcome him. There are failures from time to time, but overall, Tsukasa was quite skilled at baking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There had been this drawback, though! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Tsukasa brought gifts to my ward, I was on the rooftop talking with Natsume. Thus, the room was empty. While Tsukasa was confused at what to do with his hands full with gifts, the lovers next door just happened to walk by. So Tsukasa started to chat with them. He loves to chat with other people, and it can be said that he has no sense of wariness. When he&#039;s waiting at a bus stop, he met a complete stranger and started chatting with her. She even gave him ten &amp;quot;Ise Specialty Steamed Buns&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I still hadn&#039;t returned, Tsukasa went ahead and asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you like some cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my infuriated self-- of course directed to Natsume--  returned to my room, and saw the intimate lovers sitting in my room enjoying the cake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once said, love creates blindness, and it is so true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa and I are right next to them, but they were flirting as if there&#039;s no one else around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it tasty?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, very.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Want more?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes please, I want it! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Only the cake?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In front of these children,  it&#039;s not right! Hahaha!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hmph, pervert!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to stand this any longer, I interrupted, &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Both of them turned to look at me, with the smile still remaining from their earlier flirting; they look blissful. Though others may see them as two idiots, the feeling of bliss flowing out felt like a dream blocking my nervous system. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing them smile like that, I swallowed back my words. Silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa took a breath. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did the two of you meet?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally refocused back on reality, and asked thus, hoping that I could cover up my original intentions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We spent a quarter of an hour listening to their love story. And the two lovers that fully reconfirmed their love, returned to their ward happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only Tsukasa and I were left in the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He apologised immediately. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You never came back, so I gave it to them.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s fine, don&#039;t worry about it,&amp;quot; I said while looking up at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ummm...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, I thought you would bust out in anger earlier.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hehe.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why didn&#039;t you get angry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I saw how happy they were.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Happy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They were smiling happily. Even though we were right beside them, they could still act so intimately, I could never do that.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa nodded and sat down on the chair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Usually, people would be embarrassed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s not what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, I was not certain, but just looking at their expression told me how precious happiness was. I did not want to destroy such a precious moment. I was not envious, nor had I thought about imitating them. I am not sure about my own opinions on this matter, but I just didn&#039;t want to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I also wanted to tell Tsukasa what I think, but I gave up in the end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was no point in saying it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I were to blurt it out directly, I&#039;d might just tell that university student: the former patient that lived in your room was an old man called Tada. That old man was cunning and perverted, and under his bed- the bed you are sleeping in- were many, many porno magazines. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would have been impossible to tell this to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I refrained from what I originally wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As such, I couldn&#039;t bring that matter on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I didn&#039;t say, things difficult to express, were all hidden deep within my heart. It&#039;s as if they would all disappear, never to resurface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps, it would be better this way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How&#039;s it going in school?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I changed the topic. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did anything happen?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nothing in particular. Our third semester is very boring, with no sports meet or cultural festival. Yuichi, you still can&#039;t be discharged yet? What about your credits?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s a problem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to sweat. I have already missed school for three months, and I may have to stay hospitalised for another. My attendance count was definitely insufficient, not to mention all the lessons I missed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My home form teacher Mr. Kawamura came before, and intimated me on the matter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, repeating the year?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeating a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Such a scary phrase. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Originally, I would definitely repeat a year because my attendance rate was too low. But because it was caused by this illness, I still have a chance. As long as I hand in the summative for every single subject, and everyone of them passes, then I won&#039;t need to repeat.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa acted so happily as if it was &#039;&#039;his&#039;&#039; issue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So we can continue on to the third year together.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you an elementary student?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to snap at him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I didn&#039;t. What I like most about Tsukasa is that aspect. He&#039;s the same age as me, grew up with the same environment as me, and should also lament about things, but he is able to say all these innocent statements without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot do so. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Therefore I really like Tsukasa. With a body like a wrestler, he&#039;s very popular with girls, but has no idea about it; he likes stars and cakes, and smiles like a child. I really like these things about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I would never mention these things. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For boys, some things can be said, some cannot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is very important, so it must not be said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;ll be very difficult to complete the summative for every subject.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I intentionally exclaim out loud. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And there are also tests!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just try hard and you can do it. We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shout silently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We have to reach third year together!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, I continued complaining about the harshness of school. Tsukasa listens quietly with his usual smile. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, he seems to have remembered something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh right, Yamanishi said he has something for you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, he reached into his bag. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What is it? A music disk?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa handed me an orange disk with his large hands. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He said he wanted to apologize, but I don&#039;t quite understand.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That bastard sure is modest.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he&#039;s apologising now because he made Rika angry. He&#039;s not too bad! I even beat him up quite badly that time, but he still apologised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yamanishi is really strong!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Strong? How so?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He got into a fight with some delinquents from East High. He got ganged by five others, but he took down all of them. It seems his face &lt;br /&gt;
got injured, and it hurts quite badly. I always thought that guy could only talk big, but he&#039;s actually very brave.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait a moment. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tsukasa, Yamanishi&#039;s face is injured, his left side or the right side?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;His left side.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#039;s no mistake. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was the culprit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do you actually think he&#039;s very manly?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mhmm, people around him all think differently of him now,&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong, Yuichi?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stare at the music disk held in my hand. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This probably isn&#039;t an apology, but a bribe to keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===== 5 =====&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What  Yamanishi is thinking, I have no idea. The music disk he gave me is filled with anime songs. As I&#039;m listening to the passionate music coming from the earphones, I crouch hold my head. Why are these all anime songs, Yamanishi!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;GO! GO! COCOGO! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forward! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to win! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Must not lose! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send them flying!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anime songs! Classic ones, from ten years ago! The noise from the music is giving me a headache. Is Yamanishi making me listen to these songs on purpose? I endure the pain and continue listening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second one is still an anime song. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Same with the third. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half way through the song, I turned off my walkman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took the orange disk out of my walkman and threw it towards the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hit the wall and fell into the can beautifully, sending out a crisp sound. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So many weird things occur in this world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of them being Natsume. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He has a handsome face, but a horrible personality. He&#039;s also Rika&#039;s attending physician. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another one is Yamanishi. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So arrogant and frivolous, but gaining more and more popularity. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also like this music disk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#039;s filled with these kinds of songs. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked towards the window. Spring-like sunshine was pouring in through the window. I just stared at the rays of sunshine silently. That time, it was also during winter. It also had this kind of sunshine. I endured the huge pain and crawled along the ground. It&#039;s winter, but why did my back feel so warm? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started to reminiscence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;!-- last edit by Pudding = would be back --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I once fought with my dad. My father passed away when I was fourteen years old, but our fight occurred three years prior. Fighting with adults require equal strength. A ten year old child fighting with an adult, no matter how much hatred was withheld, it would not be possible to fight. It basically ends after a beating by the adult. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand very clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because my body has experienced it fully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was nine--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My nose bled after being slapped, end. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was pretty much the same as the year before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was ten--&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spring arrived and I grew a lot. The high bar that I couldn&#039;t reach before is finally within reach, and I could even pull myself up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I got into an argument with my father, I&#039;d still challenge him as usual. But in the end, I&#039;d still lose to a slap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I actually wasn&#039;t those naughty kids that would be scolded by parents on a daily basis. I could only be considered a non-obedient child. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Next, I went through my fourteenth birthday in low spirits. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That year, dad had many faults. He took mom&#039;s wage and used it all on horse racing. Of course, dad lost it all, completely. A month&#039;s living expenses was all lost because of seven horse races. My mom cried her eyes red. Seeing mother crouching in the corner and crying, a sudden feeling rushed out of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t particularly love my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I actually find her annoying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After all, boys of that age were all like that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#039;t even understand this anger myself. Well, there was no need to seek the origin, and I rushed directly towards my father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dad was smoking in the cramped yard.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn&#039;t even call him &amp;quot;old man&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;pops&amp;quot;, or &amp;quot;dad&amp;quot; anymore and switched to &amp;quot;hey&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;oi&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So as usual, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father looked at me with gloomy eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I yelled angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I originally didn&#039;t expect to do this, but when I realized it, my shout already came out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Told you to return the money!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How would I have any! It&#039;s all gone!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You wasted it all, didn&#039;t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t have any money.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Return IT!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father threw the cigarette butt onto the floor. There was no word called &amp;quot;manners&amp;quot; in his dictionary. He always threw the cigarette butts in the yard. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, what are you talking about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Father deepened his voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this how you should be speaking to your parents?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I even surprised myself. Though I am already extremely furious at this point, some part of my brain still maintains its cool. The me at the that time not only started growing stronger, but my voice also changed. Except I still had a long way to go until I would be equal to my father. My arms weren&#039;t even half as thick as father&#039;s, so if I really were to fight with him, I&#039;d definitely get beaten up badly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only assault him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my brain thinks thus. Dad stuck both his hands into his pant pockets. I have got to try, now&#039;s the time!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when dad was about to bring his hands out from his pockets, I jumped down from the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahhh~!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m quite astounded myself, for the assault to be so successful. My leg kicked out directly, and my body stretched out perfectly. Just like an arrow, I hit dad&#039;s stomach straight on. It was completely unexpected. Dad&#039;s stomach sank deeply, and a sound of cracking came from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I couldn&#039;t land beautifully, and I fell hard onto the ground. Rubble scrapped my elbow, but because I was full of adrenaline, I didn&#039;t feel pain at all. I immediately scramble up. Dad is an very tough opponent, so if I didn&#039;t get up right away, he&#039;d definitely kick me at least twice and send me flying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, he did not kick me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So be the fist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was pressing against his stomach while crouching on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can never forget his mumble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That voice was like from an idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out of surprise, I was standing still. I had never attack my father as successful, that memorial day was my first time fighting him effectively, and won that fight. Out of expectation, I have never expected this, surprised!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that was my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was standing still while my father slowly stand up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My father was raising, staring at me with anger. In his eyes was burning blaze, just like the eye of a bull. When his eyes sweep to here, my legs became numb and cannot be moved. While I sweat like river, I cannot run, as my feet are numb. Run! Hey, run! My father was closing in step by step. I should have chosen to run or fight immediately, but I cannot move, standing still. Not only my feet, my heart was still.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
父親一步一步地向我靠近。我本應該快點抉擇是逃還是繼續戰鬥，然而我卻無法動彈，呆立在那裏。不光是腳，我的心也動彈不得。&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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*Maximum number of translators per volume is two, unless the volume is a collection of smaller stories. Another way to interpret this is no more than two translators should be working on the same &amp;quot;story arc&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Portions that are not updated for a significant time may be taken over by another translator after getting permission from the Project Supervisor. The new translator is encouraged to start over to maintain consistency, but the old translation will not be deleted at least until the new translation is finished (and probably not for some time after that). &amp;lt;!-- More information is available [http://www.baka-tsuki.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=???? here]. --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series ==&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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::*Prologue - [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] (taking over) - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039; (Forum translation done by [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]])&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Epilogue - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 2===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] - (taking over) --[[User:Energy|Energy]] -- (taking over *2 2016)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 4===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Energy|Energy]] - (taking over/assisting?)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 7===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
::*Rain (Part 1) fandabgo - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
::*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User_talk:Kemm&amp;diff=480400</id>
		<title>User talk:Kemm</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;gt; I don&#039;t know if you know, but Aria&#039;s vol. 10 chapter 1 is right now open to translation (or so says Carinderyeah).&lt;br /&gt;
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Noted. I would have had to read the entire volume for consistency anyways. I&#039;d like a JP translation check; any idea where I might come by that? [[User:LB Kasen|LB_Kasen]] ([[User talk:LB Kasen|talk]]) 05:56, 3 August 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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== Seikoku no Ryuu Kishi (Dragner) ==&lt;br /&gt;
Thx. In the novel it did use this language and I don&#039;t know about it. Err, I don&#039;t speak Spanish... sorry even when I know more than ten languages. Please change it and &#039;&#039;&#039;Please&#039;&#039;&#039; edit it for me and I&#039;ll take it as a reference. Cause the release for the coming week will be also about the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the chinese&#039;s: 头盔、护颈……胸甲、背甲、腰甲、臀甲……裙甲、护肩、肩甲……上臂甲、护肘……前臂甲……铁手套……大腿护甲、护膝……胫甲……铁靴…………马刺&lt;br /&gt;
This is japanese written in katakana: アルメーて, ゴルハール, ペート, エスパルダール, ブラフオネーラ, フアルダーへ, エスカルセーラ, ブフェータ, オンブレーラ, ブラサール, &lt;br /&gt;
コダル, マノーボラ, キホーテ, ゲアルダ, ゲレーパ, エスカルペ, エスポラーソ.&lt;br /&gt;
Because it don&#039;t understand these katakanas, so i use the translate through the kanji, and i&#039;ll get kabuto for armet.&lt;br /&gt;
thx for reminding me.--[[User:TJYYEO|TJYYEO]] ([[User talk:TJYYEO|talk]]) 00:01, 30 June 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah sure! But I&#039;m uploading it once the entire section is finished unless it gets stalled due to other things I have to do.[[User:Skullheart|Skullheart]] ([[User talk:Skullheart|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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posting the whole chapter on that date.--[[User:RikiNutcase|RikiNutcase]] ([[User talk:RikiNutcase|talk]]) 07:31, 8 July 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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==Oreimo==&lt;br /&gt;
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---Well, to tell you the truth, I was also not sure at first since the chapter seemed a bit short, but I checked it on other sources , including a quick Chinese&amp;gt;English translation, and this is indeed the full chapter. So enjoy, and stay tuned for the last few chapters of this great series, Oreimo. --[[User:Rohan123|Rohan123]] ([[User talk:Rohan123|talk]]) 14:40, 12 July 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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---Yes, I noticed that too and even read your post in the forum thread for &amp;quot;Oreimo&amp;quot; regarding this issue. But, the problem is that I have never seen Chaos(The current translator for Oreimo) on the forum. So, our best bet is to try leaving a message on his talk page or email him about this. You know what, I&#039;m gonna leave this message on his talk page right now and email him too. If you see him somewhere, raise this concern of yours.--[[User:Rohan123|Rohan123]] ([[User talk:Rohan123|talk]]) 14:50, 13 July 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
:The problem has been resolved by Chaos. The missing lines have been added by him and then have been edited by me. Please read it and get closure. --[[User:Rohan123|Rohan123]] ([[User talk:Rohan123|talk]]) 04:30, 14 July 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
::Thanks tothe both of you.--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm#top|talk]]) 05:14, 14 July 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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== Maou na Ore to Ghoul no Yubiwa ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you, both for the Great novel and the SPEED (blazing) at which you TLed it!&amp;quot;[[User:黒曜石ペガサス|黒曜石ペガサス]] ([[User talk:黒曜石ペガサス|talk]]) 22:56, 2 September 2013 (CDT)&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Interested in doing this lol since I see you add some description XD? (and I am not that active/fast/whatever anyways) - [[User:Par74583|Par74583]] ([[User_talk:Par74583|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, it&#039;s fine and if you want to you can start on ch.3. My language department isn&#039;t that good too (I do CE BTW), and I already got a lot of things on hand plus the fact that I put the least efforts in this series so I concur there are a lot of errors. [[User:Par74583|Par74583]] ([[User_talk:Par74583|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I list you as one of the translator? ([[User_talk:Par74583|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha, guess I need to whip my arse to work too seeing you doing a lot already. [[User:Par74583|Par74583]] ([[User_talk:Par74583|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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Just letting you know I really hate empty pages, so only 1 gets to stay. --[[User:KuroiHikari|KuroiHikari]] ([[User_talk:KuroiHikari|Talk]] | ) 19:21, 5 July 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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I removed the character intro texts from here [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Maou_na_Ore_to_Fushihime_no_Yubiwa:Volume_4_Illustrations Charcter Introduction Volume 4] and put those on the discussion page for their respective Image files [where people wont see them] ,Since its very much spoiler-ish,and the tl&#039;s just barely started so spoilers would be bad...like Chihiro&#039;s contracts and Lukas [real identity] etcetc.though if u think those are an absolutely necessity then feel free to put them back in.  --[[User:Ways|&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:green;font:bold 10pt kristen itc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;TheCatWalk&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Sry, for this but could you take on ch.2 since I don&#039;t have another project on hand and don&#039;t have the leisure to do it any more (I need to get into a university) :( very sry [[User:Par74583|Par74583]] ([[User_talk:Par74583|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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This was mentioned in the editing history once or twice, but writing it here so that it&#039;s sure to be read:  &#039;escape&#039; is not &#039;scape&#039; (which is not a word), and &#039;heart&#039; is not &#039;hearth&#039; (which is the thing around a fireplace).  Those are two chronic misspellings which have been seen repeatedly.  While writing this, was &#039;pensándolo bien&#039; in the original text (of the first volume Epilogue)?  (And of course, thank you very much for the continued translations!  *great amusement at the sister&#039;s behaviour*) -[[User:Multipartite|Multipartite]] ([[User talk:Multipartite|talk]]) 19:06, 4 September 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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:The first thing is due to the fact that, each time I&#039;m corrected, though I make a note to myself, I end up doubting how to write it (complicated reasons even I don&#039;t completely understand); in the second, the fact that thew m,ispelling IS an actual word keeps making me to inadvertently return to it; the third thing, well, I&#039;m translating this novels to both English and Spanish, so sometimes, when I find a translation I like, I make a note, but I usualy delete them from the finished thing. Fact 3, coupled with facts 1 and 2 basically mean I need relax and a good sleep.--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm#top|talk]]) 05:07, 5 September 2013 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi Kemm, Are you going to translate volume 2 of Maou na Ore to Ghoul and continue on form that?&lt;br /&gt;
:Yes, I&#039;m going. I was taking a break to finish a spanish version of volume 1, but I&#039;m going to resume with volume 2 ASAP. --[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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On that note: Thanks for letting me do the prologue on vol.2, I learned a lot of new words and grammar due to the way Kyouko talks there. last 4 lines I&#039;ll do in the morning! &amp;quot;[[User:黒曜石ペガサス|黒曜石ペガサス]] ([[User talk:黒曜石ペガサス|talk]]) 01:26, 9 October 2013 (CDT)&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Vol 2 prologue, just finished up. Thanks again, that was fun! &amp;quot;[[User:黒曜石ペガサス|黒曜石ペガサス]] ([[User talk:黒曜石ペガサス|talk]]) 00:44, 12 October 2013 (CDT)&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello! My name is BionicMeerkat and I&#039;m asking for your permission to put my name down on the Maou na Ore project as an editor. I&#039;ve noticed some mistakes while reading the light novel and would like to make the changes after receiving your approval. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me here. Thank you for your hard work translating the series and hope to hear from you soon! [[User:BionicMeerkat|BionicMeerkat]] ([[User talk:BionicMeerkat|talk]]) 12:43, 3 January 2014 (CST)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi Kemm. Just swinging by to say I&#039;m willing to be an editor for the project. Thank you for the reply! [[User:BionicMeerkat|BionicMeerkat]] ([[User talk:BionicMeerkat|talk]]) 15:43, 3 January 2014 (CST)&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep fighting the good fight Kemm, I&#039;ll just hop in your backpack here, hope I&#039;m not too heavy as you carry us through these volumes, translating at awesome speeds of slip stream space travel. Maybe I can lighten your load with my editing, well I&#039;ll try my best. :D &lt;br /&gt;
[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]]([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello kemm thnx you for your effort in translating this novel this become one of my favorites. I was just wandering if i can remove one of the translation note in v3 chapter4 #18 &amp;quot;they always forget nephilim&amp;quot; cause unlike kasumi chiharu nephilim are consider as monster because their true form is that of a giant with black wings unlike chiharu case despite being human in appearance have monster power.&lt;br /&gt;
Chiharu remain human despite having a monster father while nephilim are human who became monster because of their fallen angel origin. [[User:Jheno13|Jheno13]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Just to cheer you on your good work :)(:&lt;br /&gt;
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So keep the understanding part, get rid of the help? [[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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I gave some suggestions as to what uneasiness should be substituted with, just check the view history for that chapter.--[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]]) 19:22, 25 March 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mhmm well then, maybe we should just use  &amp;quot;I feel like I can&#039;t miss any thing that feels uneasy or amiss.&amp;quot; --[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]]) 16:00, 26 March 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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It may be broken now… The building isn’t moving away from here. This sentence doesn&#039;t make sense, need to fix, I&#039;m not sure of the original meaning of the sentence. --[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]]) 20:03, 9 April 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Seems good, I looked it over, btw remember to check the history page of the chapter you&#039;re currently translating plz. It&#039;s much easier for me to leave comments or editing questions over there. Have to say you are a bad-ass translating machine. --[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]]) 15:23, 10 April 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Appreciate you keep the change I made, it&#039;s just most people are more familiar with the hair saying compared to the teeth one. --[[User:Dual Blades|Dual Blades]] ([[User talk:Dual Blades|talk]]) 16:51, 14 April 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi Kemm, I&#039;ve put the &amp;amp; and &amp;quot;way&amp;quot; back in. There is an &amp;quot;a&amp;quot; that I&#039;ve added for grammer. [[User:DaiZzed|DaiZzed]] ([[User talk:DaiZzed|talk]]) 12:45, 5 October 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Name change ===&lt;br /&gt;
Hello~ you asked me today to change the name on the illustrations to &amp;quot;Lindwurm&amp;quot; right? I request reconfirmation, because in my opinon - as a translator myself Lindwurm is worse than &amp;quot;Lindblum&amp;quot;, リンドブルム romanized is Rindoburumu and spoken as Lindblum, I&#039;d propose it to stay as Lindblum which is the most accurate translation possible, or change it to &amp;quot;Lindburn&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Lindburm&amp;quot;. There is a katakana for &amp;quot;wu&amp;quot; which is ヴ, and it was not used in this case. This is only a proposal, and it&#039;s entirely up to you, if you want it to be &amp;quot;Lindwurm&amp;quot; - In that case I&#039;ll do it - no problems there. Don&#039;t suggest yourself with manga translations, they&#039;re bad. --[[User:Krytyk|Krytyk]] ([[User talk:Krytyk|talk]]) 15:10, 20 January 2014 (CST)&lt;br /&gt;
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=fan feedback=&lt;br /&gt;
You are amazing translator! thank you for your hard work. (i could not find any flaws!)&lt;br /&gt;
yours truly SOTB&lt;br /&gt;
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just for ask, time ago were you involved in the translation of Silver cross and draculea? maybe can u give a thought to do it? the translation is stalled at the last volume.... pls... o if u know someone that can take it&lt;br /&gt;
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Translate sugestion Rokujouma no Shinryakusha!?&lt;br /&gt;
:I&#039;m going to take a break.--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm#top|talk]]) 04:14, 9 October 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for all the translations. I looked forward to each and every one. &lt;br /&gt;
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=General Talk=&lt;br /&gt;
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Um... is it really that important? You even underlined it... Are Mushoku Tensei chapter titles [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SeriousBusiness Serious Business], or something? Or is it just final exam pressure?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;[[User:Subsinexus|Subsinexus]] ([[User talk:Subsinexus|talk]]) 10:24, 15 May 2015 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah - I see! Well then, issue solved. Thank you for the clarification!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;[[User:Subsinexus|Subsinexus]] ([[User talk:Subsinexus|talk]]) 16:19, 15 May 2015 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello. I can rename that image, maybe a little later, if you&#039;re having trouble figuring out how; but any user is able to rename things, it&#039;s just a page move, so you should also be able do it. --[[User:Cthaeh|Cthaeh]] ([[User talk:Cthaeh|talk]]) 12:28, 20 September 2015 (UTC)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi, and thanks for all the editing on the DxD translations :) &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;[[User:d_yang1209|daniel Yang]] ([[User talk:d_yang1209|talk]]) 18:51, 04 Oct 2015 (BST)&lt;br /&gt;
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=Important Talk=&lt;br /&gt;
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This is TheCatWalk/Ways, if you remember me. It&#039;s been a while. I can see you did a good job with Maoufushi XD There&#039;s something i&#039;d like to discuss with you. If you would kindly check your PMs in the forums. I sent you a massage. &lt;br /&gt;
With regards, Cat. --[[User:Ways|&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:green;font:bold 10pt kristen itc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;TheCatWalk&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;]]--nyaa~ 23:47, 3 October 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Check now --[[User:Ways|&amp;lt;span style=&amp;quot;color:green;font:bold 10pt kristen itc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;TheCatWalk&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;]] --nyaa~ 12:15, 4 October 2014 (CDT)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey there, I have the majority of the second volume translated, most of them are waiting for some editing/QC though.&lt;br /&gt;
I would prefer to upload the chapters as I complete them however since uploading all of them at once the first time around was a pain ː)&lt;br /&gt;
--[[User:Warnis|Warnis]] ([[User talk:Warnis|talk]]) 08:58, 16 January 2015 (CST)&lt;br /&gt;
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What I&#039;m trying to do is keep the release to a reasonable amount every week rather than release an entire volume out once it&#039;s been completed, this gives me time to work on the following volume and keep the updates going weekly (with one week breaks inbetween volumes).&lt;br /&gt;
Hope this answers your question :) --[[User:Warnis|Warnis]] ([[User talk:Warnis|talk]])&lt;br /&gt;
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== Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora ==&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;gt;First of all, thanks for picking up this wonderful series. Ever since I found that the manga was based on a novel, I&#039;ve been dying to read it. I see that you&#039;ve translated chapter 4-1, which Pudding had, for some reason, skipped, and that&#039;s good, however, wouldn&#039;t it be better to finish first volume 2 and translate volume 3? &lt;br /&gt;
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It is fine for me. Well, I think vol 4 is the best part of the book, therefore I picked up that first. Yes, you are right that I may want to finish the previous volume first, I will take it. Well, but be patient though, I can only do it when free.&lt;br /&gt;
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--[[User:Energy|Energy]] ([[User talk:Energy|talk]])&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_4_Chapter_1&amp;diff=479271</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &#039;&#039;&#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&#039;s comment is marked with *. To quote Shakespeare: &#039;Is now the two hours&#039; traffic of our stage—The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.&#039;)&lt;br /&gt;
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(*Any comment on my use of present tense instead of past tense? I feel that we are engaging all the events with the narrator, mostly Yiuchi, so I keep using present tense. Does that make sense? Especially the thoughts of the narrator, they really need to be in present tense, because it reflects how he/she changes his/her mind over time.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sits in front of me is an old door.&lt;br /&gt;
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A door which can be broken with a light kick. The hinge is fragile and thin. If intended, it can be kicked off easily. To me, however, it is a solid door, far more secure than heavy iron ones. I can never step to the world inside, let alone breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Written on a plastic label was revealed above the door:&lt;br /&gt;
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ICU--- (*intensive care unit)&lt;br /&gt;
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Though an idiot like me would never know what English words are those initial standing for, I know, for certain, that it is translated as emergency room. (*Don&#039;t really know how to translate this...) Here in the Municipal Wakaba Hospital has patients drove in with ambulance, but surprisingly, half of them are not emergency--a few hours after arriving, they will be walking out of the hospital with embarrassment. It is said that, the real severe ones, like those who facing deaths, amount to ten to twenty percent only. Those severe patient would be carried to here (*Refers to ICU) after treatments. And, some portion in the group......I don&#039;t know how many though, cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is such a place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days after the operation,Rika is still living, like Natsume said, the operation was successful. However, Rika presently cannot leave ICU, and no sign of doing so. Such a situation makes my mind go wild. Depicted in my mind was a simpler future: if the operation was successful, the situation would turn right, I can meet Rika immediately after the operation. Rika would smile to me, following her, I would also smile. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* it might be clumsy to say following someone to smile. It might be better to say &#039;reply with a smile&#039;, but I think that &#039;following&#039; can better convey the position which Yuichi was in--Happy just because Rika is happy.)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  And we will making jokes, being happy, very happy. However, if the operation was failed, the world would be destroyed and no way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, the world is not as simple as this. Even though the operation was successful, everything was not put to an end, at the same time never started. I am confused, when the reality of &#039;success&#039; reals, the dungeon of despair also unseals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, just like hovering in the midair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot laugh nor can I cry. There is no one who could tell me which to do. If the operation succeed, there is a brave new world waiting up front! I was convinced with this line of thought before, but such a superficial hope is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the door leads to ICU was opened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, miss Akiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow, which I eagerly approached to, leaked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Miss Akiko said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are still here?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y, yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Miss Akiko entered ICU one hour ago, therefore, I kept waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, she is surprisingly recovering smoothly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let out a breathe, which carries all my strengthen in my kneels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, time to leave now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed Miss Akiko. I don&#039;t know why, Miss Akiko is rushing in her steps. She seems to be raising her shoulder. Recently, Miss Akiko keep look like this, speak very little. She is not angry, but, out of no reason, she would give me a harsh look. What is going on......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko seldom behaves so confusingly. There must be something going on. Suddenly I am disturbed, because I feel that her strange words and acts maybe related to Rika&#039;s sickness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I spoke:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Miss Akiko, may I ask.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God! Why is using language so hard? Even ten percent of thought in my mind cannot be conveyed clearly! Oh, maybe not. Maybe it is my mind which is confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not even sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, we both kept our mouth shut, keep walking on the ramp or the hallway. I have many things to speak or to ask, but in the end none is turn to words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We arrived the medical station in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko stopped in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;By the way, are you writing the reports?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I did nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Idiot, you really are an idiot! If you cannot hand in the reports, aren&#039;t going to repeat? Like me, I was failing all the time too, but I have never repeated.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am flooded with anguish and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean by &#039;like me&#039;? I am not failing all the time, just a subject or two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, you are going to repeat, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, that is right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is working hard, you should do so too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko smiled after she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You tone seems like a nurse just then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wa, what? What does that look mean? Well, young-lings are not cute recently, they never say &#039;I will work hard!&#039; honestly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;(*??)pong!&amp;quot; My head was hit! Ouch! Why is she hitting me?! A person like her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Miss Akiko was making fun of me just then, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are laughing too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I have said that, I am also laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quickly get back to your room.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, yes and yes. Understood.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I were to walk, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you know what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still immersed in the funny moment, brightly asked. However, Miss Akiko has already withdraw her smile. Indeed, the grin is no where to be found. Oh, Miss Akiko&#039;s mouth is moving, what did she said? The word, the reality, soon to be heard, which I am anticipating, but at the same time what I have been dodging for will soon arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despair?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I cannot be prepared mentally. I can only wait for the words with shiver. But, Miss Akiko stopped her lips. Then, Miss Akiko shown a dim light in her eyes, which I know by heart. It is the same as Natsume&#039;s eyes after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko is also sympathising with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go back to your room, you kid!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Or, you will never get out of hospital!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, Miss Akiko stepped inside the medical station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or I should say, &#039;dodging&#039; inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strangely enough, what sort of things which I don&#039;t know, is hold as a secret to me? Regardless of whom, Natsume, Miss Akiko or another other nurses are covering it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, I feel painful in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kneel down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t... breath....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have breathing in and out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am really breathing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, why it feels so painful?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* It seems like an abrupt change in the novel....)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, it doesn&#039;t make sense!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There must be something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For example, something went wrong... Yes, like that thing. When I a first year student in junior high  school &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* grade seven, first year in secondary school, form one student, well, depend on where you are from.) &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, I really like a girl, nonono, actually not that deep a love. Unlike &#039;fondness&#039; or &#039;love&#039;, which seems grand or emotion which makes the heart pounding strongly, I somehow slowly think that being with her is natural.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki, you dumped him so early on.... Sobbing for Yuichi....&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I think it that should be a misunderstanding, since in Miyuki side here and there somehow reflect that she had special feeling with Yuichi.... Sobbing for them.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, indeed, not &#039;love&#039;... No, I am not forcing(*??), it really is true, for real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a long time ago, there is once I was walking with that girl. That then, a handsome guy &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; It has been very weird to me, Japanese males hates handsome guys out of no reason. Through the context, Yuichi is not jealous because the handsome guy steals his girl, but just being angry because that guy is handsome...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; heading us. Of course I am jealous, I wish he can disappear right away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl who walked beside me suddenly eased her pace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Umm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She replied coldly, ducked her head, walking even slower. I was still walking in the same pace, which made our distance more than one meter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time when I stop, the handsome guy spoke in a bright tone, which suits his handsome look, to that girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey! Heading home?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She made a big smile, violently nodding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a completely different attitude to me just then!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand her too much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, I know nothing about her with this look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the handsome bastard chat with her a bit, being idiotically kind just like how he treated every other person. As for her, she is still making that bright smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am alone, so I understood a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, I am hurt at the same time I understood. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yuichi...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clearly, she don&#039;t want to be misunderstood as hanging out with me. That&#039;s why she slowed her pace...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, right. That is not love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are not in a relationship in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn&#039;t matter. We are just childhood friends(*幼馴染)--getting together from childhood only! Therefore, regardless of her falling in love with others, or that guy is completely not loving her--it just doesn&#039;t matter. I don&#039;t care if she kept a distance with me because of others, nor do I care the cold attitude, I just shouldn&#039;t care! Let alone being hurt because of this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, even so, I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, bye bye~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;see ya!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two of them exchanged the plain old goodbye before separating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy head to the other way,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when she head back to me... But still keeping a distance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Off we go, Miyuki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I squeezed out a smile, and spoke with delight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or, what else can I do? &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Heart broken...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, it is not a world which lack of non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More severely, take the wars in all parts of the world as an example, that is already the best proof for the non-sense. &amp;quot;Boom, boom!&amp;quot; bombs were aimlessly thrown by the justice army, when kids, whose parents are murdered, and who carried bombs and rushed into that army, are considered as terrorists. Sigh, similar things are countless, they can even be considered as old stories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don&#039;t know it can be non-sense as such, as wrong as such. If one ask what kind of non-sense it is, what absurdity it is, what went completely wrong..... Yes, if I really need to practically depict it, it is this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi got a girlfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it is said that she is a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I know that? It&#039;s because that Yamanishi is happily boasting in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahahahahaha, indeed, a man like me will never be (*??)wasted by any girl. What should I say? Heartthrob! (*??Japanese idiom)&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; I will leave it blank, I really don&#039;t know how to translate this.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, that is to say, just opening my mouth, preys will fall in automatically. Anyway, that is the feeling! Hahahahaha!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yamanishi.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I can barely bear this, she is so annoying that she send message once in a while to me! But well, girls are fear of loneliness, don&#039;t they? Therefore, we guys should be considerate and reply, that is the responsibilities of man, right? Hey!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi came into my room.&lt;br /&gt;
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(* Terms for consistent with other translation:&lt;br /&gt;
Municipal Wakaba Hospital&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko Tanizaki&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba&lt;br /&gt;
Yūichi Ezaki&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa Sekoguchi&lt;br /&gt;
Tamotsu Yamanishi&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki Mizutani)&lt;br /&gt;
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &#039;&#039;&#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&#039;s comment is marked with *. To quote Shakespeare: &#039;Is now the two hours&#039; traffic of our stage—The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.&#039;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(*Any comment on my use of present tense instead of past tense? I feel that we are engaging all the events with the narrator, mostly Yiuchi, so I keep using present tense. Does that make sense? Especially the thoughts of the narrator, they really need to be in present tense, because it reflects how he/she changes his/her mind over time.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sits in front of me is an old door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A door which can be broken with a light kick. The hinge is fragile and thin. If intended, it can be kicked off easily. To me, however, it is a solid door, far more secure than heavy iron ones. I can never step to the world inside, let alone breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Written on a plastic label was revealed above the door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ICU--- (*intensive care unit)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though an idiot like me would never know what English words are those initial standing for, I know, for certain, that it is translated as emergency room. (*Don&#039;t really know how to translate this...) Here in the Municipal Wakaba Hospital has patients drove in with ambulance, but surprisingly, half of them are not emergency--a few hours after arriving, they will be walking out of the hospital with embarrassment. It is said that, the real severe ones, like those who facing deaths, amount to ten to twenty percent only. Those severe patient would be carried to here (*Refers to ICU) after treatments. And, some portion in the group......I don&#039;t know how many though, cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is such a place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days after the operation,Rika is still living, like Natsume said, the operation was successful. However, Rika presently cannot leave ICU, and no sign of doing so. Such a situation makes my mind go wild. Depicted in my mind was a simpler future: if the operation was successful, the situation would turn right, I can meet Rika immediately after the operation. Rika would smile to me, following her, I would also smile. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* it might be clumsy to say following someone to smile. It might be better to say &#039;reply with a smile&#039;, but I think that &#039;following&#039; can better convey the position which Yuichi was in--Happy just because Rika is happy.)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  And we will making jokes, being happy, very happy. However, if the operation was failed, the world would be destroyed and no way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, the world is not as simple as this. Even though the operation was successful, everything was not put to an end, at the same time never started. I am confused, when the reality of &#039;success&#039; reals, the dungeon of despair also unseals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, just like hovering in the midair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot laugh nor can I cry. There is no one who could tell me which to do. If the operation succeed, there is a brave new world waiting up front! I was convinced with this line of thought before, but such a superficial hope is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the door leads to ICU was opened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, miss Akiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow, which I eagerly approached to, leaked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Miss Akiko said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are still here?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y, yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Miss Akiko entered ICU one hour ago, therefore, I kept waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, she is surprisingly recovering smoothly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let out a breathe, which carries all my strengthen in my kneels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, time to leave now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed Miss Akiko. I don&#039;t know why, Miss Akiko is rushing in her steps. She seems to be raising her shoulder. Recently, Miss Akiko keep look like this, speak very little. She is not angry, but, out of no reason, she would give me a harsh look. What is going on......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko seldom behaves so confusingly. There must be something going on. Suddenly I am disturbed, because I feel that her strange words and acts maybe related to Rika&#039;s sickness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I spoke:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Miss Akiko, may I ask.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God! Why is using language so hard? Even ten percent of thought in my mind cannot be conveyed clearly! Oh, maybe not. Maybe it is my mind which is confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not even sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, we both kept our mouth shut, keep walking on the ramp or the hallway. I have many things to speak or to ask, but in the end none is turn to words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We arrived the medical station in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko stopped in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;By the way, are you writing the reports?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I did nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Idiot, you really are an idiot! If you cannot hand in the reports, aren&#039;t going to repeat? Like me, I was failing all the time too, but I have never repeated.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am flooded with anguish and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean by &#039;like me&#039;? I am not failing all the time, just a subject or two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, you are going to repeat, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, that is right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is working hard, you should do so too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko smiled after she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You tone seems like a nurse just then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wa, what? What does that look mean? Well, young-lings are not cute recently, they never say &#039;I will work hard!&#039; honestly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;(*??)pong!&amp;quot; My head was hit! Ouch! Why is she hitting me?! A person like her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Miss Akiko was making fun of me just then, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are laughing too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I have said that, I am also laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quickly get back to your room.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, yes and yes. Understood.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I were to walk, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you know what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still immersed in the funny moment, brightly asked. However, Miss Akiko has already withdraw her smile. Indeed, the grin is no where to be found. Oh, Miss Akiko&#039;s mouth is moving, what did she said? The word, the reality, soon to be heard, which I am anticipating, but at the same time what I have been dodging for will soon arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despair?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I cannot be prepared mentally. I can only wait for the words with shiver. But, Miss Akiko stopped her lips. Then, Miss Akiko shown a dim light in her eyes, which I know by heart. It is the same as Natsume&#039;s eyes after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko is also sympathising with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go back to your room, you kid!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Or, you will never get out of hospital!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, Miss Akiko stepped inside the medical station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or I should say, &#039;dodging&#039; inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strangely enough, what sort of things which I don&#039;t know, is hold as a secret to me? Regardless of whom, Natsume, Miss Akiko or another other nurses are covering it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, I feel painful in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kneel down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t... breath....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have breathing in and out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am really breathing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, why it feels so painful?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* It seems like an abrupt change in the novel....)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, it doesn&#039;t make sense!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There must be something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For example, something went wrong... Yes, like that thing. When I a first year student in junior high  school &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* grade seven, first year in secondary school, form one student, well, depend on where you are from.) &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, I really like a girl, nonono, actually not that deep a love. Unlike &#039;fondness&#039; or &#039;love&#039;, which seems grand or emotion which makes the heart pounding strongly, I somehow slowly think that being with her is natural.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki, you dumped him so early on.... Sobbing for Yuichi....&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I think it that should be a misunderstanding, since in Miyuki side here and there somehow reflect that she had special feeling with Yuichi.... Sobbing for them.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, indeed, not &#039;love&#039;... No, I am not forcing(*??), it really is true, for real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a long time ago, there is once I was walking with that girl. That then, a handsome guy &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; It has been very weird to me, Japanese males hates handsome guys out of no reason. Through the context, Yuichi is not jealous because the handsome guy steals his girl, but just being angry because that guy is handsome...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; heading us. Of course I am jealous, I wish he can disappear right away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl who walked beside me suddenly eased her pace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Umm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She replied coldly, ducked her head, walking even slower. I was still walking in the same pace, which made our distance more than one meter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time when I stop, the handsome guy spoke in a bright tone, which suits his handsome look, to that girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey! Heading home?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She made a big smile, violently nodding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a completely different attitude to me just then!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand her too much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, I know nothing about her with this look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the handsome bastard chat with her a bit, being idiotically kind just like how he treated every other person. As for her, she is still making that bright smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am alone, so I understood a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, I am hurt at the same time I understood. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yuichi...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clearly, she don&#039;t want to be misunderstood as hanging out with me. That&#039;s why she slowed her pace...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, right. That is not love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are not in a relationship in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn&#039;t matter. We are just childhood friends(*幼馴染)--getting together from childhood only! Therefore, regardless of her falling in love with others, or that guy is completely not loving her--it just doesn&#039;t matter. I don&#039;t care if she kept a distance with me because of others, nor do I care the cold attitude, I just shouldn&#039;t care! Let alone being hurt because of this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, even so, I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, bye bye~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;see ya!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two of them exchanged the plain old goodbye before separating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy head to the other way,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when she head back to me... But still keeping a distance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Off we go, Miyuki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I squeezed out a smile, and spoke with delight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or, what else can I do? &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Heart broken...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, it is not a world which lack of non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More severely, take the wars in all parts of the world as an example, that is already the best proof for the non-sense. &amp;quot;Boom, boom!&amp;quot; bombs were aimlessly thrown by the justice army, when kids, whose parents are murdered, and who carried bombs and rushed into that army, are considered as terrorists. Sigh, similar things are countless, they can even be considered as old stories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don&#039;t know it can be non-sense as such, as wrong as such. If one ask what kind of non-sense it is, what absurdity it is, what went completely wrong..... Yes, if I really need to practically depict it, it is this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi got a girlfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it is said that she is a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I know that? It&#039;s because that Yamanishi is happily boasting in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahahahahaha, indeed, a man like me will never be (*??)wasted by any girl. What should I say? Heartthrob! (*??Japanese idiom)&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; I will leave it blank, I really don&#039;t know how to translate this.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, that is to say, just opening my mouth, preys will fall in automatically. Anyway, that is the feeling! Hahahahaha!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yamanishi.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I can barely bear this, she is so annoying that she send message once in a while to me! But well, girls are fear of loneliness, don&#039;t they? Therefore, we guys should be considerate and reply, that is the responsibilities of man, right? Hey!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi came into my room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time eating in a scary look, clearing the Ise staple -- ginger sweets which was given by visiting guests.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; I really am amazed by the number of guests that Yuichi has.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; I don&#039;t really like the sweets. I feel that that taste of sweet and spicy can never match. There would be a bit of sore deep in the throat after eating that. Therefore, I told Yamanishi that he can eat them. After that, things turn to such a situation -- his momentum seems to fight for emptying the whole box of the sweets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should be more polite and reserved, you idiot Yamanishi...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As for me, I am lying on the bed. Actually I really want to get up and hit Yamanishi (*Well, I don&#039;t know how to translate the original one...). But sadly, I am now feeding drip.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I then determined to ask in a harsh voice. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How did you confess?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi was chewing the ginger sweets when he speak at ease like a hero with a sneer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, you really don&#039;t know the great one&#039;s charm?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Charm? You mean your look with those bit and piece of ginger sweets sticking beside your mouths?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well....Ummm.... She said that this is cute.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha, Yamanishi laughed again. Jerk! I feel so mean. Ok, even so, how can Yamanishi get a girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Anyway, it is her who said first. That&#039;s it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi proudly said that. I am so scared:&amp;quot;What? she confessed to you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yep.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is so strange. If it is the girl accepted Yamanishi&#039;s confession because she cannot endure the annoying stubborn chasing, that can be... Even so, it is really questioning... Sooo suspicious... And I cannot... understand. Sigh, I may need to accept it... Nonono, I may think that there must be some great secret, but then before the things entangled up, just consider it as a good thing. Let it be... You said she confessed?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What if he got cheated?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These are the first things which comes to my mind. Nonono,these are objective opinion &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Well, opinion must be subjective, anyway.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, really not that I am admiral or jealous or even looking down on him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It is like this: I was suddenly called outside, then I thought &#039;could it be...&#039;. Finally, it is really what I thought. She asked &#039;Can you hang out with me?&#039; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Japanese confess by asking someone to hang out with him/her. There is a lot of comedy in which the person really think that the counter part would like to hang out only, which makes a lot of &amp;quot;funny moments&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; I really don&#039;t understand why this is so blunt and so non-romantic, isn&#039;t it so plain to ask someone out to a place and just confess? Anyway, maybe I am a freak.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; She had been bowing her head, most likely due to embarrassment. She must have been gathering all of her courage to confess. I was really touched and I thought I need to give her happiness right away at that time. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Again, as a freak, I cannot understand why people can accept a confession so easily. But they, they were kids, so... maybe a bit less mature.... But I have never got confessed!&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi seems to be floating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like he is very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I look at the bright grin that Yamanishi has, those emotion I had slowly faded. Whether it is anxiety or shocking, everything has vanished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving loneliness behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the dark and void heart, I can see someone shivering who shrank his back so hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly touch the Thibaults on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rika&#039;s thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
emotion,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always put that book, those words, beside me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ezaki, Hey, Ezaki...Ezaki!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, hey.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you listening?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are so annoying! I don&#039;t want to listen to your romantic story!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to grin while replying, but I don&#039;t really know whether I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How are you? You look tired.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahaha, It&#039;s because I am a patient!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right. By the way, How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&#039;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I said I don&#039;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi stare at me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He started clearing the ginger sweets after that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From then on, Yamanishi kept silence. Only the &amp;quot;Chew,chew&amp;quot; chewing sound echoing in the empty room. Outside the window, there is a great big sky which seems so lazy. Tree sprouts are blooming. Regardless of how we feel, regardless of whether we are happy or obstructed, the world and the season kept advancing. It just doesn&#039;t care. This makes me a bit lonely, but at same time thankful.&lt;br /&gt;
寂寞,同時也有些感激. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(* Terms for consistent with other translation:&lt;br /&gt;
Municipal Wakaba Hospital&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko Tanizaki&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba&lt;br /&gt;
Yūichi Ezaki&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa Sekoguchi&lt;br /&gt;
Tamotsu Yamanishi&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki Mizutani)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &#039;&#039;&#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&#039;s comment is marked with *. To quote Shakespeare: &#039;Is now the two hours&#039; traffic of our stage—The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.&#039;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(*Any comment on my use of present tense instead of past tense? I feel that we are engaging all the events with the narrator, mostly Yiuchi, so I keep using present tense. Does that make sense? Especially the thoughts of the narrator, they really need to be in present tense, because it reflects how he/she changes his/her mind over time.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sits in front of me is an old door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A door which can be broken with a light kick. The hinge is fragile and thin. If intended, it can be kicked off easily. To me, however, it is a solid door, far more secure than heavy iron ones. I can never step to the world inside, let alone breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Written on a plastic label was revealed above the door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ICU--- (*intensive care unit)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though an idiot like me would never know what English words are those initial standing for, I know, for certain, that it is translated as emergency room. (*Don&#039;t really know how to translate this...) Here in the Municipal Wakaba Hospital has patients drove in with ambulance, but surprisingly, half of them are not emergency--a few hours after arriving, they will be walking out of the hospital with embarrassment. It is said that, the real severe ones, like those who facing deaths, amount to ten to twenty percent only. Those severe patient would be carried to here (*Refers to ICU) after treatments. And, some portion in the group......I don&#039;t know how many though, cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is such a place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days after the operation,Rika is still living, like Natsume said, the operation was successful. However, Rika presently cannot leave ICU, and no sign of doing so. Such a situation makes my mind go wild. Depicted in my mind was a simpler future: if the operation was successful, the situation would turn right, I can meet Rika immediately after the operation. Rika would smile to me, following her, I would also smile. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* it might be clumsy to say following someone to smile. It might be better to say &#039;reply with a smile&#039;, but I think that &#039;following&#039; can better convey the position which Yuichi was in--Happy just because Rika is happy.)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  And we will making jokes, being happy, very happy. However, if the operation was failed, the world would be destroyed and no way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, the world is not as simple as this. Even though the operation was successful, everything was not put to an end, at the same time never started. I am confused, when the reality of &#039;success&#039; reals, the dungeon of despair also unseals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, just like hovering in the midair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot laugh nor can I cry. There is no one who could tell me which to do. If the operation succeed, there is a brave new world waiting up front! I was convinced with this line of thought before, but such a superficial hope is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the door leads to ICU was opened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, miss Akiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow, which I eagerly approached to, leaked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Miss Akiko said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are still here?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y, yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Miss Akiko entered ICU one hour ago, therefore, I kept waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, she is surprisingly recovering smoothly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let out a breathe, which carries all my strengthen in my kneels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, time to leave now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed Miss Akiko. I don&#039;t know why, Miss Akiko is rushing in her steps. She seems to be raising her shoulder. Recently, Miss Akiko keep look like this, speak very little. She is not angry, but, out of no reason, she would give me a harsh look. What is going on......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko seldom behaves so confusingly. There must be something going on. Suddenly I am disturbed, because I feel that her strange words and acts maybe related to Rika&#039;s sickness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I spoke:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Miss Akiko, may I ask.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God! Why is using language so hard? Even ten percent of thought in my mind cannot be conveyed clearly! Oh, maybe not. Maybe it is my mind which is confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not even sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, we both kept our mouth shut, keep walking on the ramp or the hallway. I have many things to speak or to ask, but in the end none is turn to words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We arrived the medical station in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko stopped in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;By the way, are you writing the reports?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I did nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Idiot, you really are an idiot! If you cannot hand in the reports, aren&#039;t going to repeat? Like me, I was failing all the time too, but I have never repeated.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am flooded with anguish and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean by &#039;like me&#039;? I am not failing all the time, just a subject or two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, you are going to repeat, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, that is right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is working hard, you should do so too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko smiled after she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You tone seems like a nurse just then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wa, what? What does that look mean? Well, young-lings are not cute recently, they never say &#039;I will work hard!&#039; honestly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;(*??)pong!&amp;quot; My head was hit! Ouch! Why is she hitting me?! A person like her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Miss Akiko was making fun of me just then, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are laughing too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I have said that, I am also laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quickly get back to your room.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, yes and yes. Understood.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I were to walk, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you know what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still immersed in the funny moment, brightly asked. However, Miss Akiko has already withdraw her smile. Indeed, the grin is no where to be found. Oh, Miss Akiko&#039;s mouth is moving, what did she said? The word, the reality, soon to be heard, which I am anticipating, but at the same time what I have been dodging for will soon arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despair?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I cannot be prepared mentally. I can only wait for the words with shiver. But, Miss Akiko stopped her lips. Then, Miss Akiko shown a dim light in her eyes, which I know by heart. It is the same as Natsume&#039;s eyes after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko is also sympathising with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go back to your room, you kid!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Or, you will never get out of hospital!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, Miss Akiko stepped inside the medical station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or I should say, &#039;dodging&#039; inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strangely enough, what sort of things which I don&#039;t know, is hold as a secret to me? Regardless of whom, Natsume, Miss Akiko or another other nurses are covering it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, I feel painful in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kneel down immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I can&#039;t... breath....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have breathing in and out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am really breathing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, why it feels so painful?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* It seems like an abrupt change in the novel....)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, it doesn&#039;t make sense!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There must be something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For example, something went wrong... Yes, like that thing. When I a first year student in junior high  school &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* grade seven, first year in secondary school, form one student, well, depend on where you are from.) &amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, I really like a girl, nonono, actually not that deep a love. Unlike &#039;fondness&#039; or &#039;love&#039;, which seems grand or emotion which makes the heart pounding strongly, I somehow slowly think that being with her is natural.&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki, you dumped him so early on.... Sobbing for Yuichi....&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;Spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I think it that should be a misunderstanding, since in Miyuki side here and there somehow reflect that she had special feeling with Yuichi.... Sobbing for them.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, indeed, not &#039;love&#039;... No, I am not forcing(*??), it really is true, for real.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a long time ago, there is once I was walking with that girl. That then, a handsome guy &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; It has been very weird to me, Japanese males hates handsome guys out of no reason. Through the context, Yuichi is not jealous because the handsome guy steals his girl, but just being angry because that guy is handsome...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt; heading us. Of course I am jealous, I wish he can disappear right away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl who walked beside me suddenly eased her pace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Umm.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She replied coldly, ducked her head, walking even slower. I was still walking in the same pace, which made our distance more than one meter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time when I stop, the handsome guy spoke in a bright tone, which suits his handsome look, to that girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey! Heading home?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She made a big smile, violently nodding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a completely different attitude to me just then!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand her too much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, I know nothing about her with this look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, the handsome bastard chat with her a bit, being idiotically kind just like how he treated every other person. As for her, she is still making that bright smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am alone, so I understood a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, I am hurt at the same time I understood. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yuichi...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Clearly, she don&#039;t want to be misunderstood as hanging out with me. That&#039;s why she slowed her pace...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, right. That is not love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are not in a relationship in any sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn&#039;t matter. We are just childhood friends(*幼馴染)--getting together from childhood only! Therefore, regardless of her falling in love with others, or that guy is completely not loving her--it just doesn&#039;t matter. I don&#039;t care if she kept a distance with me because of others, nor do I care the cold attitude, I just shouldn&#039;t care! Let alone being hurt because of this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, even so, I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, bye bye~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;see ya!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two of them exchanged the plain old goodbye before separating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy head to the other way,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when she head back to me... But still keeping a distance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Off we go, Miyuki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I squeezed out a smile, and spoke with delight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or, what else can I do? &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Heart broken...&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, it is not a world which lack of non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More severely, take the wars in all parts of the world as an example, that is already the best proof for the non-sense. &amp;quot;Boom, boom!&amp;quot; bombs were aimlessly thrown by the justice army, when kids, whose parents are murdered, and who carried bombs and rushed into that army, are considered as terrorists. Sigh, similar things are countless, they can even be considered as old stories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don&#039;t know it can be non-sense as such, as wrong as such. If one ask what kind of non-sense it is, what absurdity it is, what went completely wrong..... Yes, if I really need to practically depict it, it is this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi got a girlfriend!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it is said that she is a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I know that? It&#039;s because that Yamanishi is happily boasting in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahahahahaha, indeed, a man like me will never be (*??)wasted by any girl. What should I say? Heartthrob! (*??Japanese idiom)&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; I will leave it blank, I really don&#039;t know how to translate this.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;, that is to say, just opening my mouth, preys will fall in automatically. Anyway, that is the feeling! Hahahahaha!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;ref&amp;gt; Poor Yamanishi.&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I can barely bear this, she is so annoying that she send message once in a while to me! But well, girls are fear of loneliness, don&#039;t they? Therefore, we guys should be considerate and reply, that is the responsibilities of man, right? Hey!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yamanishi came into my room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(* Terms for consistent with other translation:&lt;br /&gt;
Municipal Wakaba Hospital&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko Tanizaki&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba&lt;br /&gt;
Yūichi Ezaki&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa Sekoguchi&lt;br /&gt;
Tamotsu Yamanishi&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki Mizutani)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1</title>
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &#039;&#039;&#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&#039;s comment is marked with *. To quote Shakespeare: &#039;Is now the two hours&#039; traffic of our stage—The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.&#039;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(*Any comment on my use of present tense instead of past tense? I feel that we are engaging all the events with the narrator, mostly Yiuchi, so I keep using present tense. Does that make sense? Especially the thoughts of the narrator, they really need to be in present tense, because it reflects how he/she changes his/her mind over time.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sits in front of me is an old door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A door which can be broken with a light kick. The hinge is fragile and thin. If intended, it can be kicked off easily. To me, however, it is a solid door, far more secure than heavy iron ones. I can never step to the world inside, let alone breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Written on a plastic label was revealed above the door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ICU--- (*intensive care unit)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though an idiot like me would never know what English words are those initial standing for, I know, for certain, that it is translated as emergency room. (*Don&#039;t really know how to translate this...) Here in the Municipal Wakaba Hospital has patients drove in with ambulance, but surprisingly, half of them are not emergency--a few hours after arriving, they will be walking out of the hospital with embarrassment. It is said that, the real severe ones, like those who facing deaths, amount to ten to twenty percent only. Those severe patient would be carried to here (*Refers to ICU) after treatments. And, some portion in the group......I don&#039;t know how many though, cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is such a place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days after the operation,Rika is still living, like Natsume said, the operation was successful. However, Rika presently cannot leave ICU, and no sign of doing so. Such a situation makes my mind go wild. Depicted in my mind was a simpler future: if the operation was successful, the situation would turn right, I can meet Rika immediately after the operation. Rika would smile to me, following her, I would also smile. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* it might be clumsy to say following someone to smile. It might be better to say &#039;reply with a smile&#039;, but I think that &#039;following&#039; can better convey the position which Yuichi was in--Happy just because Rika is happy.)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  And we will making jokes, being happy, very happy. However, if the operation was failed, the world would be destroyed and no way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, the world is not as simple as this. Even though the operation was successful, everything was not put to an end, at the same time never started. I am confused, when the reality of &#039;success&#039; reals, the dungeon of despair also unseals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, just like hovering in the midair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot laugh nor can I cry. There is no one who could tell me which to do. If the operation succeed, there is a brave new world waiting up front! I was convinced with this line of thought before, but such a superficial hope is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the door leads to ICU was opened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, miss Akiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow, which I eagerly approached to, leaked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Miss Akiko said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are still here?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y, yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Miss Akiko entered ICU one hour ago, therefore, I kept waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, she is surprisingly recovering smoothly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let out a breathe, which carries all my strengthen in my kneels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, time to leave now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed Miss Akiko. I don&#039;t know why, Miss Akiko is rushing in her steps. She seems to be raising her shoulder. Recently, Miss Akiko keep look like this, speak very little. She is not angry, but, out of no reason, she would give me a harsh look. What is going on......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko seldom behaves so confusingly. There must be something going on. Suddenly I am disturbed, because I feel that her strange words and acts maybe related to Rika&#039;s sickness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I spoke:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Miss Akiko, may I ask.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God! Why is using language so hard? Even ten percent of thought in my mind cannot be conveyed clearly! Oh, maybe not. Maybe it is my mind which is confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not even sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, we both kept our mouth shut, keep walking on the ramp or the hallway. I have many things to speak or to ask, but in the end none is turn to words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We arrived the medical station in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko stopped in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;By the way, are you writing the reports?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I did nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Idiot, you really are an idiot! If you cannot hand in the reports, aren&#039;t going to repeat? Like me, I was failing all the time too, but I have never repeated.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am flooded with anguish and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean by &#039;like me&#039;? I am not failing all the time, just a subject or two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, you are going to repeat, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, that is right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is working hard, you should do so too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko smiled after she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You tone seems like a nurse just then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wa, what? What does that look mean? Well, young-lings are not cute recently, they never say &#039;I will work hard!&#039; honestly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;(*??)pong!&amp;quot; My head was hit! Ouch! Why is she hitting me?! A person like her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Miss Akiko was making fun of me just then, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are laughing too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I have said that, I am also laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quickly get back to your room.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, yes and yes. Understood.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I were to walk, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you know what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still immersed in the funny moment, brightly asked. However, Miss Akiko has already withdraw her smile. Indeed, the grin is no where to be found. Oh, Miss Akiko&#039;s mouth is moving, what did she said? The word, the reality, soon to be heard, which I am anticipating, but at the same time what I have been dodging for will soon arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despair?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I cannot be prepared mentally. I can only wait for the words with shiver. But, Miss Akiko stopped her lips. Then, Miss Akiko shown a dim light in her eyes, which I know by heart. It is the same as Natsume&#039;s eyes after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko is also sympathising with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Go back to your room, you kid!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我當然不可能做好了什麽心理准備,只能顫抖著等候那話語,但是,亞希子小姐的雙唇停了下來.隨後,亞希子小姐雙眸中所浮現的淡淡光輝,是我再清楚不過的了,那和手術一結束,潛藏于夏目雙眸中的情緒簡直如出一轍.&lt;br /&gt;
  亞希子小姐也在可憐我.&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;快回病房去吧,臭小鬼.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;……&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;否則的話,我看你一輩子都別想出院啦.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  然後,亞希子小姐邊走進醫護站.&lt;br /&gt;
  或許該說是&amp;quot;逃&amp;quot;進去的較爲貼切.&lt;br /&gt;
  奇怪了,有什麽事是我所不知道的.而且所有人……不管是夏目或亞希子小姐還是其他護士都在隱瞞那件事.&lt;br /&gt;
  突然,胸口覺得好痛苦.&lt;br /&gt;
  我當場蹲下.&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;沒辦法……呼吸了……&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  我有在吸氣,也有在吐氣.&lt;br /&gt;
  我的確在呼吸.&lt;br /&gt;
  但是,爲什麽感覺如此痛苦呢?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(* Terms for consistent with other translation:&lt;br /&gt;
Municipal Wakaba Hospital&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko Tanizaki&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba&lt;br /&gt;
Yūichi Ezaki&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa Sekoguchi&lt;br /&gt;
Tamotsu Yamanishi&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki Mizutani)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=HanTsuki:Volume_4_Chapter_1&amp;diff=479267</id>
		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1</title>
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		<updated>2016-01-31T05:31:45Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&amp;#039;s comment is m...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Chapter 1: Warm Days &#039;&#039;&#039; (*Translation in progress. As a non-native speaker, the translator toils to translate the chapter in appropriate grammar. Translator&#039;s comment is marked with *. To quote Shakespeare: &#039;Is now the two hours&#039; traffic of our stage—The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.&#039;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(*Any comment on my use of present tense instead of past tense? I feel that we are engaging all the events with the narrator, mostly Yiuchi, so I keep using present tense. Does that make sense? Especially the thoughts of the narrator, they really need to be in present tense, because it reflects how he/she changes his/her mind over time.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sits in front of me is an old door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A door which can be broken with a light kick. The hinge is fragile and thin. If intended, it can be kicked off easily. To me, however, it is a solid door, far more secure than heavy iron ones. I can never step to the world inside, let alone breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Written on a plastic label was revealed above the door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ICU--- (*intensive care unit)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though an idiot like me would never know what English words are those initial standing for, I know, for certain, that it is translated as emergency room. (*Don&#039;t really know how to translate this...) Here in the Municipal Wakaba Hospital has patients drove in with ambulance, but surprisingly, half of them are not emergency--a few hours after arriving, they will be walking out of the hospital with embarrassment. It is said that, the real severe ones, like those who facing deaths, amount to ten to twenty percent only. Those severe patient would be carried to here (*Refers to ICU) after treatments. And, some portion in the group......I don&#039;t know how many though, cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is such a place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days after the operation,Rika is still living, like Natsume said, the operation was successful. However, Rika presently cannot leave ICU, and no sign of doing so. Such a situation makes my mind go wild. Depicted in my mind was a simpler future: if the operation was successful, the situation would turn right, I can meet Rika immediately after the operation. Rika would smile to me, following her, I would also smile. &amp;lt;ref&amp;gt;(* it might be clumsy to say following someone to smile. It might be better to say &#039;reply with a smile&#039;, but I think that &#039;following&#039; can better convey the position which Yuichi was in--Happy just because Rika is happy.)&amp;lt;/ref&amp;gt;  And we will making jokes, being happy, very happy. However, if the operation was failed, the world would be destroyed and no way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nevertheless, the world is not as simple as this. Even though the operation was successful, everything was not put to an end, at the same time never started. I am confused, when the reality of &#039;success&#039; reals, the dungeon of despair also unseals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indeed, just like hovering in the midair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot laugh nor can I cry. There is no one who could tell me which to do. If the operation succeed, there is a brave new world waiting up front! I was convinced with this line of thought before, but such a superficial hope is slowly fading.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, the door leads to ICU was opened.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, miss Akiko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shadow, which I eagerly approached to, leaked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Miss Akiko said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are still here?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y, yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw Miss Akiko entered ICU one hour ago, therefore, I kept waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How is Rika?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, she is surprisingly recovering smoothly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let out a breathe, which carries all my strengthen in my kneels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ok, time to leave now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I followed Miss Akiko. I don&#039;t know why, Miss Akiko is rushing in her steps. She seems to be raising her shoulder. Recently, Miss Akiko keep look like this, speak very little. She is not angry, but, out of no reason, she would give me a harsh look. What is going on......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, Yuichi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko seldom behaves so confusingly. There must be something going on. Suddenly I am disturbed, because I feel that her strange words and acts maybe related to Rika&#039;s sickness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I spoke:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Miss Akiko, may I ask.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a split second, our eyes met again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Never mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God! Why is using language so hard? Even ten percent of thought in my mind cannot be conveyed clearly! Oh, maybe not. Maybe it is my mind which is confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not even sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After that, we both kept our mouth shut, keep walking on the ramp or the hallway. I have many things to speak or to ask, but in the end none is turn to words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We arrived the medical station in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko stopped in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;By the way, are you writing the reports?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, I did nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Idiot, you really are an idiot! If you cannot hand in the reports, aren&#039;t going to repeat? Like me, I was failing all the time too, but I have never repeated.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am flooded with anguish and say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What do you mean by &#039;like me&#039;? I am not failing all the time, just a subject or two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, you are going to repeat, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, that is right...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Rika is working hard, you should do so too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko smiled after she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You tone seems like a nurse just then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wa, what? What does that look mean? Well, young-lings are not cute recently, they never say &#039;I will work hard!&#039; honestly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;(*??)pong!&amp;quot; My head was hit! Ouch! Why is she hitting me?! A person like her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ouch, Miss Akiko was making fun of me just then, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hahahaha.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You are laughing too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I have said that, I am also laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quickly get back to your room.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, yes and yes. Understood.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I were to walk, I was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yuichi, you know what?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh? What?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am still immersed in the funny moment, brightly asked. However, Miss Akiko has already withdraw her smile. Indeed, the grin is no where to be found. Oh, Miss Akiko&#039;s mouth is moving, what did she said? The word, the reality, soon to be heard, which I am anticipating, but at the same time what I have been dodging for will soon arrive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despair?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I cannot be prepared mentally. I can only wait for the words with shiver. But, Miss Akiko stopped her lips. Then, Miss Akiko shown a dim light in her eyes, which I know by heart. It is the same as Natsume&#039;s eyes after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Miss Akiko is also sympathising with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
我當然不可能做好了什麽心理准備,只能顫抖著等候那話語,但是,亞希子小姐的雙唇停了下來.隨後,亞希子小姐雙眸中所浮現的淡淡光輝,是我再清楚不過的了,那和手術一結束,潛藏于夏目雙眸中的情緒簡直如出一轍.&lt;br /&gt;
  亞希子小姐也在可憐我.&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;快回病房去吧,臭小鬼.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;……&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;否則的話,我看你一輩子都別想出院啦.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  然後,亞希子小姐邊走進醫護站.&lt;br /&gt;
  或許該說是&amp;quot;逃&amp;quot;進去的較爲貼切.&lt;br /&gt;
  奇怪了,有什麽事是我所不知道的.而且所有人……不管是夏目或亞希子小姐還是其他護士都在隱瞞那件事.&lt;br /&gt;
  突然,胸口覺得好痛苦.&lt;br /&gt;
  我當場蹲下.&lt;br /&gt;
  &amp;quot;沒辦法……呼吸了……&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
  我有在吸氣,也有在吐氣.&lt;br /&gt;
  我的確在呼吸.&lt;br /&gt;
  但是,爲什麽感覺如此痛苦呢?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(* Terms for consistent with other translation:&lt;br /&gt;
Municipal Wakaba Hospital&lt;br /&gt;
Akiko Tanizaki&lt;br /&gt;
Rika Akiba&lt;br /&gt;
Yūichi Ezaki&lt;br /&gt;
Gorō Natsume&lt;br /&gt;
Tsukasa Sekoguchi&lt;br /&gt;
Tamotsu Yamanishi&lt;br /&gt;
Miyuki Mizutani)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora&amp;diff=479263</id>
		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora</title>
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		<updated>2016-01-31T03:31:47Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon */&lt;/p&gt;
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[[Image:HanTsuki_vol1.jpg|thumb|Volume 1 Cover]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Story Synopsis==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From time to time, Rika becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She just stares at Houdaiyama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I&#039;m beside her, she ignores me completely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
*18th September 2009&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki teaser project initiated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*17th June 2013&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki Volume 1 completed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Translators are asked to [[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they&#039;re working on.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text]] - [http://www.mediafire.com/view/fvj7wc5p6qcat7d/Hantsuki%2001%20-%20Looking%20at%20the%20Half-moon.pdf PDF]) ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Epilogue|Epilogue : Photographic Films]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (First) fandabgo&lt;br /&gt;
*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (Last)&lt;br /&gt;
*Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;
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*Your summer has left&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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===Side Stories===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS Corolla|Corolla]]&lt;br /&gt;
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==Series Overview==&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN  978-4840235198&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Genre - Romance]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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		<title>HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2</title>
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&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 2: Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats I==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== 1 ===&lt;br /&gt;
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“Meh, that lecturer is exactly an imbecile. He’s just a small lecturer in cram school. How good is he? He joined some student movement when he was young, and now that’s he flaunts about all the time. It’s just going to show how much a failure he is.”&lt;br /&gt;
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As I spit out these words, Sayoko giggled.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Gorou, you look lively.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“What? What are you trying to say?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Well, whenever you bad mouth someone, you look really happy.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I fell silent.&lt;br /&gt;
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This had always been the case.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sayoko could always say something that thrusts into my chest like a sword with a normal, calmed face. She didn’t mean to criticise or trouble me. Well, she would do troubling stuff that normal people do (which I always do). She puts her true thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what she said was close to reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes they were things I didn’t want to see or hear about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost like a mirror, my figure was clearly shown to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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“…”&lt;br /&gt;
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I glanced at her. She was walking forward, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was only the end of October, yet today was colder than ever. She wore a caramel duffle coat. It was perhaps a little big for her, for her hands, including her fingernails, were hidden in the sleeves. With her short height, that garment made her look entirely like a primary school kid. Adding to her baby face, her appearance was younger than her actual age by two to three years. I heard she was often treated by second year students at school as underclassman. For a while, we continued walking without talking. I puffed white smoke which subsequently vanished in the cold air.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were in a big park. There was a Hanshu who ruled over this city with a castle before, so this park is now called the castle park, even though there aren’t anything ruins that could be said as a ‘castle’. At best there is a stone wall. During the Meiji Restoration, the Hanshu sent Sabakuha troops here to guard here and fought the Toubakuha until the very end. The castle that was once here had been devastated. &lt;br /&gt;
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What a dumb Hanshu who knew nothing of tactics.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything would have been right if he had joined the winning party.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I were him, I’d definitely do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tall tress surrounded us as we passed through the pedestrian road. We were heading to the museum. Sayoko, despite being a high school student, liked pottery. She said she wanted to go to this museum that was exhibiting some pottery from the Azuchi-Momoyama period. I didn’t have any interest in pottery, but if Sayaoko liked it, I didn’t care whether it was pottery exhibition or book exhibition. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was a bit hesitant to say this at first, but then I wanted to show off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I didn’t want to badmouth them. This is just how it is.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yeah, yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Still smiling, Sayako nodded.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I know what you mean, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;
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What’s with that ‘sir’ thing? //original: why are you using teineigo (polite language)//&lt;br /&gt;
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“I didn’t make it up.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yeah. You’re right.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Anyway, there are just too many sloppy people in Japan! Even people who think this strange only gives out a hearty laugh and let it go. Well, I hate this. If it’s strange, you’ve got to say it. It’s not good to be quiet about it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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What shit am I talking about? I’m getting shameful of myself for what I am saying. To hide my embarrassment, I continued my proposition with a half-joking tone. Sayako only continued smiling with her usual face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I continued my childish proposition…&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hey, Gorou.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayoko circled my arm very naturally.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s tiring to live like that.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Tiring, uh?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Okay, okay. Don’t think about it too much. I don’t hate you for that. I don’t mean anything serious.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, looking at me innocently.&lt;br /&gt;
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“…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was stumped by just her few words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was thinking so much that I seemed like a comedian trying to play tricks while hiding his superficial self-esteem. At the end of the day, Sayako could easily speak what she was thinking and make it to the point. My fervent arguments were nothing against her skills: it wasn’t even a match to being with.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what you call ‘struck speechless’.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I’d think it’s a wonder why I started dating Sayako. &lt;br /&gt;
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Generally speaking, there were also three to four bright girls in a classroom that could bring up the mood and get everyone’s attention. Most of these girls already had their boyfriends…well, they were easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I liked these easy-to-understand girls. Playing fair with them was a part of my character, probably because I too was easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a nutshell, they were like a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
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Naturally, I pursued things that were same as me. &lt;br /&gt;
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But Sayaok was different from them. She looked dumb, easily to be categorised as those several unattractive girls in the class. Neither a pretty girl or a cool girl. She speaks little. Sometimes you can’t figure out what she is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever this happens, I become extremely uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those easy-to-understand girls could be understood if I look into myself because they were just like mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I couldn’t figure out how Sayako thinks.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was different from me.&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how I look into myself, I couldn’t find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this might be a reason why she got me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I first came across Syako in the cultural festival.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was a bit late to the place.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh, Natsume, you’re late.”&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Mori hit me up when I entered.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were in a shop a bit close to the station. In the morning it is a cafe, but at night it becomes something like a pub. The shop owner was an alumnus called Takiguchi from our school. And in the celebration party after the festival, they would let us get away with some alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;
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This was why Mori had already become seriously drunk.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hey, you’re already down,” I replied with a wry smile, “You really have this party going, executive.” I made a satirical remark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The only one pumped here was Mori. The shop was so quiet no one would believe this was the celebration party. Normally, it was common to see one or two drunkards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mori sulked, “It’s all because I did this job well.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Too well, I say.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s not my problem. I dragged the S girls around, but I couldn’t believe they were just a bunch of boring tarts.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
S girls referred to the area’s best high school for girls, or princesses for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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The school I was in was ‘The First High School’, or usually abbreviated as ‘First High’. Their girl school was different from ours. Our school should be categorised as a poor village school. Even though there were quite a few guys who performed great in academics, and this school being a recommendation for those who want to aim high, those who really want to do so would rather choose a private school. To conclude, those who study in our school are a bunch of jerks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You called those S girls?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Nah. Sakazaki’s girl is an S girl. So we’re able to call them here. They were flowers grown on high hills that we can’t reach usually. So I thought this would be a great chance to hit up on them.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“So you called them right away? Do you have any integrity?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“As if I cared about integrity.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Mori shot the beer in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Let’s have our own fun. Some girls are quite cute. Didn’t you just break up with Saki earlier? Find another one.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I furrowed my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Don’t mention her.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You bitch you can always two-time so calmly…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Stop bringing it up, can you?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to escape…no, escaping the truth was futile, so I went further inside the shop but then stopped and said in a panic, “Don’t mention to those girls about Saki.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Mori grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
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“When you get a cute girl, that’s the first thing I’ll do.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Cut me some slack.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, looking back into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, this place was really quiet. No one speaks loudly. Boys and girls speak docilely at their respective sides. There was no way to get people getting together in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I was thinking, my eyes met with a girl sitting beside the passage. I cold tell she was an S girl right away. Giving a bet, I gave a smile to her. Perhaps I had contracted Mori’s despair that had me do this. Immediately the girl returned me a cold and uninterested smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Garbage, now I know why Mori shot so much alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Hey, this isn’t going good.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I had a seat among some people I knew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“This place is as cold as my fridge.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took a beer on the table and crashed it to my stomach. Oota complained, “Hey, that’s mine.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Let it go, man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I don’t want to have an indirect kiss with you, buddy. This place is already cold. Don’t make it worse.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, who’s up for the challenge first?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The people sitting around me quickly furrowed their eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That’s suicide.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That’s going to be painful.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What a punishment game.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re kidding me, right?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone responded in unison.&lt;br /&gt;
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What a pile of cowards.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to the rule that the one who suggests has to do it first, I naturally become the pioneer for this challenge. Be that as it may, I knew it was stupid to go up by myself, so I took Mori with me. Mori kept voicing his reluctance, but I of course forced him to go with me. Hey, you’re the one in charge here. Who else is going to take responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My hands on his shoulders, I chose a good spot for my ambush. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yo guys!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yo guys!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a crude voice, we performed a perfect duet.&lt;br /&gt;
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But we only hit the walls. The girls only gave us cold gazes…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We’d have to change our target now, and if that didn’t work, then another target.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Stop fooling around, Natsume.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Mori said with a crying voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I still forced him to continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Aren’t you the executive here? If you’re starting it, you the responsibility to heat it up. Okay, give me a good smile. We’re doing an even better duet this time.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Let me go. I’ve drunk too much. I’m getting sick now.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay, we’re starting now. One, two, three…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As reluctant as he may sound, Mori let out a pretty good voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yo guys!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yo guys”!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We made another impeccable duet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Six girls around a table widened their eyes. Ah, damn, did we flunk it again? When this thought was in my head, the girl sitting front bursted into laughter at last.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Excellent. She responded! Now we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Great, uh? We’re First High’s Duet Team. I’m Natsume, and this guy’s…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I’m Mori.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mori’s doing good now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gaining recognition for his performance, he transformed into a completely different guy, his face all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“This party is too cold. So we’re going to heat it up!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“We’re the ‘heaters’!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girls in this area were the frivolous ones, as they laughed to our shitty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, they even invited us to sit beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
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When this happened, they had become our possessions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There were frivolous girls among S girls. These girls attract attention, and boy, talking with them lifts the atmosphere, heats up the party, and brings everyone into high spirits. Gradually the boys and girls seat together and the suitable atmosphere of a celebration party were slowly being formed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I got up halfway in the party.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, Mori. I’m going to the toilet.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hahaha. You sure? I’m going to take Takako away.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Takako he said was the cutest girl in this area, even though she seemed like the most frivolous girl. In other words, she suited my taste. It also meant she suited Mori’s taste. Not long after we changed seats, we had commenced a battle to get her attention with our mouths and attitudes. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Try if you can.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Throwing a line of confidence, I left my seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acting against my words, I ran to the toilet as fast as I could, even though I knew he couldn’t manage to get her with the time given. After I came out of the toilet, my eyes fell on a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girl was sitting at the counter alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the noisy shop, her lonely figure made a strong impression.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps what caught me was her long and soft hair. It was my favourite type.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn’t know why, really, why I went to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Are you by yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;
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When I spoke to her, she looked at my face and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something caused a ripple. &lt;br /&gt;
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Takako and that party there was in an instant flown away from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, Gorou.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Inside the counter, the store owner Takiguchi spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Help me keep Sayoko company. I’m getting a bit busy here.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, okay.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Takiguchi had seen all the bad stuff I did. I could only nod in front of him to hide my guilt. He gestured to me to come to him. As I went into the counter, approached him, he said softly, “She’s the daughter of my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I see.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“She’s never come to these kind of drinking parties. Help me keep her company, okay? I’m counting on you.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Sure.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Promise me don’t do anything bad to her.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s anything bad?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I played dumb, he gave me a light kick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“She’s really a serious kid. She’s not the type you can tame by trying hard in some way. Maybe, she’s not even a girl you can take care of.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that time, I didn’t grasp what he said. What did he  mean I couldn’t tame this serious girl? But truth is Sayako really wasn’t someone I could take control, not even by trying hard. She had something that surpassed me. It’s a bit shameful to say what it was, so I won’t say it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So I’m counting on you.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay, I’ll do it.”&lt;br /&gt;
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After Takiguchi had left, I left the counter and sat beside the girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Is your name Sayako?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She nodded, giving me another meek smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Sayako Higuchi.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, I’m Natsume. Gorou Natsume.”&lt;br /&gt;
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That was how it started.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even when I think about it now, I have no idea of why I fell for her so quickly. Still, whenever I see her childish smile, everything in my mind is blown away. Takako’s energetic voice, her frivolous attitude, even her laughter that seemed to ring from her stomach, everything vanished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I talked with Sayako until the party ended.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Around the end of the party, I had fallen deep in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, can you give me your contact?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling a bit nervous, I said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had always asked for contacts a lot of times, and those who weren’t willing to give their contacts were, I had believed, the best girls. Only this time I was very nervous about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I think about what would happen if I fail, my legs trembled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayako gave it a little thought.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She answered, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayako wrote her number on the underside of a coaster in the shop. I had treasured that coaster ever since.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was really a treasure to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s the first…no, second most thing I treasure in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing I treasure?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The person who gave me the coaster, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As an announcement saying it was already five sounded, we were chased out of the museum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Truth be told, we had spent almost half the day in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was only a city museum, and the exhibitions were not really that many, but Sayako gave eace pot, each plate a good look before going to the next one. There was that Karatsu porcelain that looked nothing more than your average plate, but she spent more than ten minutes examining it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After we left the museum, it had already been dark outside. The trees looked like abandoned kids. The street lamps shone with a melting hue. Passing through the street lamps, our long shadows stretched before us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Cold! Cold!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was the best excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took her hand and brought it into my pocket along the flow. Our hands intertwined. Her hand was small.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, it feels great when you’re with me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said, with strong feeling gushing into me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like a cat, Sayako rubbed against my shoulder with her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Really?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yeah, I mean it, “I said, being serious, “I don’t lie like that.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yeah, I know, but…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re an ambitious person.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She showed another smile and spoke the truth calmly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
True, I wanted to be successful in the society. No, I planned to. I had the brains. I could also work my ass off. I was the type who thought that the teachers at school were all stupid. I had that potential. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to have everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn’t plan to waste my life here in the countryside. Not even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Is being ambitious bad?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well it’s good.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well…?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, it’s fine what you’ll become. Even if you become a failure in the society…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I frowned and interrupted her, “Please don’t say these ominous stuff.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But these things happen quite often. Hey, Gorou, our world is harsh. We aren’t kids, you know? I know there good things happen. But so do bad things. Not everything can be done by hard work. Of course, hard work is appreciated, but that doesn’t guarantee a good outcome. Well, I mean…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayako looked troubled. She spoke of this and that and got herself messed up about what she was trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I decided to help her pinpoint it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So you’re saying not everything will be as you wish? No matter what you’re capable? No matter how hard you work?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yeah, that!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cool, Sayako was now holding my empty hand tightly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Gorou, you’re smart! No wonder you’re aiming for a medical degree in K university! A scholar!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Haha.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just laughed. It bit me about describing me as a scholar. Right, I was no genius. I worked up the ladder bit by bit. I had certain potential in studying, so I thought I was talented and went to a difficult cram school. But there I met some really clever guys on some heights I could never reach.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My confidence was drained away very soon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My inflated ego and conceitedness were all pulverised. Then I realised I might just be another guy, tasting the scary feeling that I possessed no special talent: all I did was improving myself bit by bit, and these bits made what I was. My grades were good, but they were basically a reflection of the usual scholar. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So I don’t mind whether you succeed or fail, Gorou. Because this depends half on hard work but the other half on luck. Gorou, you can work hard, and I know you thrive, but we’re powerless against luck.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No problem,” I said. “because I’m a lucky guy.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Really?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yeah. Believe me.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I swallowed what I was going to say because of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because I have you. I think it’s great to go out with you. I know a ton of girls more beautiful or cooler than you. Well, a ton, I guess. Even those who are smarter than you are beyond my count. But there are not many girls that are like you. I’m now going out with you. Man, my luck couldn’t be better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pondered whether I should tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should tell her what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I couldn’t say it bluntly. Besides, when I see her smiling beside me, I would think it didn’t really matter if I said it or not. Maybe, she knew what I was thinking. She looked dumb, but her intuition was always right. She could easily grasp the integral parts of this world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, Gorou.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Don’t change too much. What are you now is good enough. It doesn’t matter whether you become a great doctor or a failure in society.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“…yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to be honest about what I was thinking, but in the end I kept it to myself. Sayako must have been able to say what I wanted to say with ease. She could say what she thought. She had that confidence. On the other hand, biased and ego-blinded, I couldn’t do it. Once I say it, I feel my words would be contaminated with lies and falsities.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I decided not to say it, but convey it in another way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Ah, you’re planning something dirty, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Woah, how did she know?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nervous, I summoned my courage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Be quiet.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You look serious.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please don’t joke now.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was especially embarrassed about this, so I had to force her to quiet down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, whenever I do this, I would also naturally quiet down. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sayako and I were still eighteen. Let alone what would happen ten years later, we didn’t even have an idea of what would happen half a year later. Universities, faculties, entrance exams, exam preparation tactics…these trivial stuff had made me dizzy enough. But now at this moment when I held sayako, everything was so certain. The cold wind blowing against me made me more certain of the warmth I felt from her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perfect. I really had everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“They’d see us.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When she could speak again, Sayako said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her cheeks were flushed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While I indulged myself in the happiness in seeing Sayako’s face, I howled with all my might, “As if I’d care.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted the whole world to see us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to boast about the most precious jewel I had acquired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was right. I was rather ambitious. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== 2 ===&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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	<entry>
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		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora</title>
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		<updated>2016-01-31T03:29:47Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon */&lt;/p&gt;
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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Story Synopsis==&lt;br /&gt;
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I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From time to time, Rika becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She just stares at Houdaiyama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I&#039;m beside her, she ignores me completely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?&lt;br /&gt;
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== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
*18th September 2009&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki teaser project initiated.&lt;br /&gt;
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*17th June 2013&lt;br /&gt;
** HanTsuki Volume 1 completed.&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===&lt;br /&gt;
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Translators are asked to [[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they&#039;re working on.&lt;br /&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text]] - [http://www.mediafire.com/view/fvj7wc5p6qcat7d/Hantsuki%2001%20-%20Looking%20at%20the%20Half-moon.pdf PDF]) ===&lt;br /&gt;
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The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi&#039;s Collection III]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats I]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou&#039;s Triumphs and Defeats II]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===&lt;br /&gt;
*Prologue&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;
*Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;
*Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (First) fandabgo&lt;br /&gt;
*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===&lt;br /&gt;
*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
*Rain (Last)&lt;br /&gt;
*Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;
*(to be translated)&lt;br /&gt;
*Your summer has left&lt;br /&gt;
*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Side Stories===&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS Corolla|Corolla]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[HanTsuki:SS One Day|One Day]]&lt;br /&gt;
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*&#039;&#039;&#039;German&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (German):Band 1 Kapitel 1|Part 2]] (German Teaser)&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;If you enjoyed the teasers, why don&#039;t you tell us in the [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;amp;t=3011 HanTsuki Feedback Thread]&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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==Project Staff==&lt;br /&gt;
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*Supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;
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===Translators===&lt;br /&gt;
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==Series Overview==&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504&lt;br /&gt;
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN  978-4840235198&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Dengeki Bunko]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Tsumugu Hashimoto]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Genre - Drama]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Genre - Romance]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page</title>
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		<updated>2016-01-31T03:23:49Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Volume 4 */&lt;/p&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series ==&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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::*Prologue - [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] (taking over) - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039; (Forum translation done by [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]])&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Epilogue - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 2===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] - (taking over)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 4===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Energy|Energy]] - (taking over/assisting?)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 7===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
::*Rain (Part 1) fandabgo - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
::*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Registration Page]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Energy&amp;diff=479259</id>
		<title>User:Energy</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Energy&amp;diff=479259"/>
		<updated>2016-01-31T03:20:41Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* Registration */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Newbie here, translating for Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora in free time. English is not my native, but I will try my best to spread the wonderful novel--Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora.&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora|THE Novel!]]===&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<title>User:Energy</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Energy&amp;diff=479258"/>
		<updated>2016-01-31T03:20:01Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: Created page with &amp;quot;Newbie here, translating for Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora in free time. English is not my native, but I will try my best to spread the wonderful novel--Hanbun no Tsuki ga No...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Newbie here, translating for Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora in free time. English is not my native, but I will try my best to spread the wonderful novel--Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora.&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Hanbun_no_Tsuki_ga_Noboru_Sora:Registration_Page&amp;diff=479257</id>
		<title>Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page</title>
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		<updated>2016-01-31T03:16:52Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Energy: /* The Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora series */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;To re-iterate the registration procedure:&lt;br /&gt;
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*You are required to register which chapters you wish to work on. One portion of text per translator, please.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Registration is on a &amp;quot;First Come, First Served&amp;quot; basis. Please register your intended chapters on the project&#039;s registration page.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Maximum number of translators per volume is two, unless the volume is a collection of smaller stories. Another way to interpret this is no more than two translators should be working on the same &amp;quot;story arc&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Translators may only register for portions of one volume at a time within each project. This is to prevent &amp;quot;biting off more than you can chew&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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*The Registration page is not a binding contract, and translators are encouraged to negotiate between themselves which portions to register for.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Anonymous Translated Contributions are required to inform [[User:Thelastguardian|thelastguardian]] and the designated Project Supervisor of the intend Chapters as shown on the corresponding Registration page before any major contribution.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Portions that are not updated for a significant time may be taken over by another translator after getting permission from the Project Supervisor. The new translator is encouraged to start over to maintain consistency, but the old translation will not be deleted at least until the new translation is finished (and probably not for some time after that). &amp;lt;!-- More information is available [http://www.baka-tsuki.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=???? here]. --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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==The &#039;&#039;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora&#039;&#039; series ==&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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::*Prologue - [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] (taking over) - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039; (Forum translation done by [[User:EusthEnoptEron|EusthEnoptEron]])&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Epilogue - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 2===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Zyresg123|Zyresg123]] - (taking over)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 4===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[User:Energy|Energy]] - (starting)&lt;br /&gt;
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===Volume 7===&lt;br /&gt;
::*Introduction&lt;br /&gt;
::*Rain (Part 1) fandabgo - [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*(find my way)&lt;br /&gt;
::*(a cat never die)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Golden Memories (water)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Afterword&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Registration Page]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Energy</name></author>
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