HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2 - Revision history

216.114.125.31 at 03:05, 19 June 2014

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	“Did you ask her in person?”		“Did you ask her in person?”

	“She told me herself, saying that she hate my attitude of not wanting to make things clear. She is this kind of a girl. How should I put it? She doesn’t leave things ~~undealed~~ with. That’s why she’s so harsh and adamant.”		“She told me herself, saying that she hate my attitude of not wanting to make things clear. She is this kind of a girl. How should I put it? She doesn’t leave things undealt with. That’s why she’s so harsh and adamant.”

	The aircraft became harder to control, and because of this, my aircraft was often attacked by enemy aircrafts. The picture of the aircraft on the lower right corner was dyed with a complete crimson, bloody colour. I hadn’t heard the dismal cries of co-pilot; he should have died during the jet escape. Sorry, my comrade.		The aircraft became harder to control, and because of this, my aircraft was often attacked by enemy aircrafts. The picture of the aircraft on the lower right corner was dyed with a complete crimson, bloody colour. I hadn’t heard the dismal cries of co-pilot; he should have died during the jet escape. Sorry, my comrade.

216.114.125.31 at 02:46, 19 June 2014

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	Rika stared directly at me. The colour of her eyes were so rich and appalling. Looking at those eyes, I would sometimes discover a pool of black water was now incessantly rolling about. Then I would feel if my body was engulfed in those of eyes of Rika’s. After that episode, whenever I was alone, there would be this strange acidulous feeling rushing into my chest. Now, Rika still stares at me with those eyes.		Rika stared directly at me. The colour of her eyes were so rich and appalling. Looking at those eyes, I would sometimes discover a pool of black water was now incessantly rolling about. Then I would feel if my body was engulfed in those of eyes of Rika’s. After that episode, whenever I was alone, there would be this strange acidulous feeling rushing into my chest. Now, Rika still stares at me with those eyes.

	“I know. I’ll ~~gow~~ now.”		“I know. I’ll go now.”

	“If you don’t hurry up, the doors of the library will be closed.”		“If you don’t hurry up, the doors of the library will be closed.”

113.179.94.19 at 12:17, 27 July 2013

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	“It was placed here.”		“It was placed here.”

	~~Riak~~ pointed at the cart beside the operating table. Casting a glance, I saw there neatly placed instruments such as surgical knives, injection needles, and scissors.		Rika pointed at the cart beside the operating table. Casting a glance, I saw there neatly placed instruments such as surgical knives, injection needles, and scissors.

	“Trust me. It will be fine.”		“Trust me. It will be fine.”
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	“Whom do you think that caused this?”		“Whom do you think that caused this?”

	My angry scowls sounded quite serious. Yet upon looking at Rika’s glittering smile, I had cast my fury a thousand miles away. ~~Riak~~ who would let out laughs like this were indeed hundreds of thousands of times more adorable than when when she was angry.		My angry scowls sounded quite serious. Yet upon looking at Rika’s glittering smile, I had cast my fury a thousand miles away. Rika who would let out laughs like this were indeed hundreds of thousands of times more adorable than when when she was angry.

	My heart seemed to have been affected by Rika’s smile, becoming brighter than ever. When I had noticed it, my eyes were squinted because of my smile.		My heart seemed to have been affected by Rika’s smile, becoming brighter than ever. When I had noticed it, my eyes were squinted because of my smile.

Simon at 19:19, 7 July 2013

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	~~'''~~Chapter 2: Our World Has Its End~~'''~~		==Chapter 2: Our World Has Its End==

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Pudding321 at 05:45, 4 July 2013

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	“It’s all my stupidity that led me into this.”		“It’s all my stupidity that led me into this.”

	Rain poured incessantly, my mood dejected to the worst point. After that, I passed through the old station, which still had the lookout for fire strangely, and the track into the shortcut to my home—“Seko”. Seko was a dialect that meant a short path. It was alleged that it was a saying that started long ago and had passed till now. There were a lot of people like Tsukasa who had this word as their names. In some places, there would be around three students in a class called Sekokuchi. The first girl I loved—which was back when I was at primary school grade three—had the surname Sekoguchi. These cases would only happen in towns with such a long history. The history memories in my mind would sometimes appear in the roads I walked in, for example: wooden houses that were common and special here. The openings of these houses were very narrow, yet the endings would extend to a far distance. They would probably be described commonly as eel houses. It was alleged that this style was also called Tsumairi houses (妻入町屋). I walked to this house, my head lowered. Afterwards, I went through a corner, and a large body appeared before me. Looking at the distinctive face and body, I immediately knew he was Sekoguchi Tsukasa. But why was he kneeling along the road in this rain? I went over to him and threw some glances, happening to find there were two kittens purring beside Tsukasa’s feet. They looked like abandoned, stray cats. I knew what was happening right at that instant. To put it simply, a big guy found some kittens abandoned near his house, and so he took an umbrella and covered them. And so, now he was idling around, unknowing of what to do next. Kittens like these would die soon. It was preposterous for one to think that these abandoned kittens would be taken away by strangers. Abandoning them was equivalent to murdering them. When I was in middle school, there were some kittens abandoned at school. These kittens were so adorable that a lot of people would feed them. These kittens seemed to live with vigour and life. I would always stroke the soft fur on their backs, and they would make purring sounds from their throats, which was truly adorable. Merely looking at the sight of them sleeping lazily under the sun would incur a sense of happiness deep down in my heart. Nevertheless, these kittens were gone after the holidays. I couldn’t imagine who picked them away. Though it felt a bit lonely for them to be gone, whenever I imagine they could at last eat something delightful in someone’s house, I would reckon them having a wonderful life. You have to eat more and grow up, I would sometimes think. The unpalatable truth wasn’t what I thought though. Not long after, I heard from the girls along the corridor news I didn’t want to hear: “Hey, I heard that those kittens were dead.” “Eh~~ Really?” “It seemed that after the holidays, our janitor saw them in a corner of a bicycle parking lot, their bodies shrinking into a clump. He thought they were alive and tried to feed them, only to see that they didn’t move an inch. Feeling strange, he stretched out his hands to touch them, finding their bodies already become cold and icy.” “What happened then? Were they buried?” “No. I heard they were thrown to the burnable trash.” “What? That’s gross! Bother!” You’re the one that are gross, you idiot! I reprimanded them scornfully in my heart, though the girls were right. Then, I become dejected: how is she an idiot? Do I qualify to speak those kinds of words? Have I considered the fact that those kittens couldn’t endure? What have I done? Did I ever think of doing anything? The kittens were ~~feed~~ nothing during the holidays. Besides, heavy rain poured at those times. Kittens could have never endured through ~~the time~~. Every time when I think of the kittens—their soft fur and the warmth within—my heart would grieve, drenching me into melancholy. With this melancholy, I still walked gingerly around Tsukasa’s back. After all, there was nothing I could help. Besides, I was afraid of going through the same grief might I join. The softness and warmth of the dead kittens in the bicycle parking lot induced the acceleration of my footsteps naturally. Wherever I went, the sound of rain followed me. Every time I remembered Tsukasa’s back, I would quickly try to cast it away from my mind. Having gone back home, time flew as I did my usual stuff: eat, watch the television, and read manga—it was yet another usual and boring day—or so I thought: I heard my mother’s call at around ten at night: “Yuuichi, your friend is here for you.”		Rain poured incessantly, my mood dejected to the worst point. After that, I passed through the old station, which still had the lookout for fire strangely, and the track into the shortcut to my home—“Seko”. Seko was a dialect that meant a short path. It was alleged that it was a saying that started long ago and had passed till now. There were a lot of people like Tsukasa who had this word as their names. In some places, there would be around three students in a class called Sekokuchi. The first girl I loved—which was back when I was at primary school grade three—had the surname Sekoguchi. These cases would only happen in towns with such a long history. The history memories in my mind would sometimes appear in the roads I walked in, for example: wooden houses that were common and special here. The openings of these houses were very narrow, yet the endings would extend to a far distance. They would probably be described commonly as eel houses. It was alleged that this style was also called Tsumairi houses (妻入町屋). I walked to this house, my head lowered. Afterwards, I went through a corner, and a large body appeared before me. Looking at the distinctive face and body, I immediately knew he was Sekoguchi Tsukasa. But why was he kneeling along the road in this rain? I went over to him and threw some glances, happening to find there were two kittens purring beside Tsukasa’s feet. They looked like abandoned, stray cats. I knew what was happening right at that instant. To put it simply, a big guy found some kittens abandoned near his house, and so he took an umbrella and covered them. And so, now he was idling around, unknowing of what to do next. Kittens like these would die soon. It was preposterous for one to think that these abandoned kittens would be taken away by strangers. Abandoning them was equivalent to murdering them. When I was in middle school, there were some kittens abandoned at school. These kittens were so adorable that a lot of people would feed them. These kittens seemed to live with vigour and life. I would always stroke the soft fur on their backs, and they would make purring sounds from their throats, which was truly adorable. Merely looking at the sight of them sleeping lazily under the sun would incur a sense of happiness deep down in my heart. Nevertheless, these kittens were gone after the holidays. I couldn’t imagine who picked them away. Though it felt a bit lonely for them to be gone, whenever I imagine they could at last eat something delightful in someone’s house, I would reckon them having a wonderful life. You have to eat more and grow up, I would sometimes think. The unpalatable truth wasn’t what I thought though. Not long after, I heard from the girls along the corridor news I didn’t want to hear: “Hey, I heard that those kittens were dead.” “Eh~~ Really?” “It seemed that after the holidays, our janitor saw them in a corner of a bicycle parking lot, their bodies shrinking into a clump. He thought they were alive and tried to feed them, only to see that they didn’t move an inch. Feeling strange, he stretched out his hands to touch them, finding their bodies already become cold and icy.” “What happened then? Were they buried?” “No. I heard they were thrown to the burnable trash.” “What? That’s gross! Bother!” You’re the one that are gross, you idiot! I reprimanded them scornfully in my heart, though the girls were right. Then, I become dejected: how is she an idiot? Do I qualify to speak those kinds of words? Have I considered the fact that those kittens couldn’t endure? What have I done? Did I ever think of doing anything? The kittens were fed nothing during the holidays. Besides, heavy rain poured at those times. Kittens could have never endured through this harsh weather. Every time when I think of the kittens—their soft fur and the warmth within—my heart would grieve, drenching me into melancholy. With this melancholy, I still walked gingerly around Tsukasa’s back. After all, there was nothing I could help. Besides, I was afraid of going through the same grief might I join. The softness and warmth of the dead kittens in the bicycle parking lot induced the acceleration of my footsteps naturally. Wherever I went, the sound of rain followed me. Every time I remembered Tsukasa’s back, I would quickly try to cast it away from my mind. Having gone back home, time flew as I did my usual stuff: eat, watch the television, and read manga—it was yet another usual and boring day—or so I thought: I heard my mother’s call at around ten at night: “Yuuichi, your friend is here for you.”

	Who would come to find me at this time? I walked to the gates with this question in my mind, surprised to find Sekoguchi Tsukasa standing here. He was drenched from head to toe, his chest holding kittens wrapped in towels.		Who would come to find me at this time? I walked to the gates with this question in my mind, surprised to find Sekoguchi Tsukasa standing here. He was drenched from head to toe, his chest holding kittens wrapped in towels.

Pudding321 at 00:06, 25 June 2013

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	“I’ve borrowed the book for you. It’s the right book this time.”		“I’ve borrowed the book for you. It’s the right book this time.”

	She still gave no response. I approached the edge of the bed and placed the book on the bed. Afterwards, I sat on the fold chair beside the bed. Rika wasn’t moving an inch. She kept silent and didn’t turn around to face me. I could clearly hear the small television sounds from the adjacent ward, and some other conversational sounds of passerbys walking through the wards. There were also different kinds of sounds, including the squeaking sounds of medical carts being pushed along, or the banging sounds of something falling to he floor. Perhaps it was because of my contraction with warm air that my mind had become a bit dazed off, as if I was floating in a dream. With that dizzy head, I took off my scarf and gloves, and blew some warm air onto my hands. My tips of my fingers were so numb by the bold that they couldn’t feel the warmth. At this moment, time was slowly flying away. Rika was still gazing beyond the windows. To be correct, she was still gazing at the Dragon Head Mountain—the ~~Fort~~ Mountain. She seemed completely ignorant of my presence.		She still gave no response. I approached the edge of the bed and placed the book on the bed. Afterwards, I sat on the fold chair beside the bed. Rika wasn’t moving an inch. She kept silent and didn’t turn around to face me. I could clearly hear the small television sounds from the adjacent ward, and some other conversational sounds of passerbys walking through the wards. There were also different kinds of sounds, including the squeaking sounds of medical carts being pushed along, or the banging sounds of something falling to he floor. Perhaps it was because of my contraction with warm air that my mind had become a bit dazed off, as if I was floating in a dream. With that dizzy head, I took off my scarf and gloves, and blew some warm air onto my hands. My tips of my fingers were so numb by the bold that they couldn’t feel the warmth. At this moment, time was slowly flying away. Rika was still gazing beyond the windows. To be correct, she was still gazing at the Dragon Head Mountain—the Turret Mountain. She seemed completely ignorant of my presence.

	[[Image:Hantuki01_091.jpg\|thumb]]		[[Image:Hantuki01_091.jpg\|thumb]]

	Of course, she knew I was here, but she didn’t make a sound. Long accustomed to this, I only gazed blankly at the direction she was gazing. This would happen about once every day. Rika would suddenly fall silent without any omen. Should this happen, it was useless for me to say anything. Even if I were to talk to her, she would pay no heed even if she heard me. She would, at most, make some sounds to skimp me, which was the best I could hope for. She had a distance from me usually, but when this happened, it felt that she was even farther away from me—so far that even if I stretched my hands I couldn’t touch her. So I could only resort to silence. I could only bear silence. Then, I might try to imagine what she would be thinking now and then. What is she thinking? Why is she staring at the ~~Fort~~ Mountain? Does she want to climb that mountain? As I thought of these, I repeatedly blew on my hands; my hands could gradually feel the warmth now. Although these doubts in my heart could be directly sent to Rika for an answer, I hadn’t ever thought of this, as I wouldn’t get a response anyway. If I had to feel the sensation of words disappearing in the atmosphere after being said, let me just bear silence and keep it in my heart. Without any other resort, I just looked at Rika’s back like an idiot. She had a slim and tender body. It was because she was sitting on her bed that I could just see her upper body, but that, including her shoulders to her waist, was enough to be described as perfect. The curve of her body was extremely elegant. Merely looking at it would accelerate one’s heartbeat. By the way, humans are such fascinating creatures. Why would just a curve be so charming to one? For example, the curve of a flower vase would be elegant, but why wouldn’t it accelerate one’s heartbeat? Nevertheless, Rika was bit too thin. The slimness of her body had a sorrowful remark. I suddenly remembered Akiko’s words, “She’s doing fine.” I didn’t know what illness Rika had. Akiko didn’t tell me, and I didn’t find it comfortable to ask Rika. How could I? I mean—how could I just ask her such a question. Besides, to be honest, I was afraid of the answer. So, until then, I was totally ignorant of it.		Of course, she knew I was here, but she didn’t make a sound. Long accustomed to this, I only gazed blankly at the direction she was gazing. This would happen about once every day. Rika would suddenly fall silent without any omen. Should this happen, it was useless for me to say anything. Even if I were to talk to her, she would pay no heed even if she heard me. She would, at most, make some sounds to skimp me, which was the best I could hope for. She had a distance from me usually, but when this happened, it felt that she was even farther away from me—so far that even if I stretched my hands I couldn’t touch her. So I could only resort to silence. I could only bear silence. Then, I might try to imagine what she would be thinking now and then. What is she thinking? Why is she staring at the Turret Mountain? Does she want to climb that mountain? As I thought of these, I repeatedly blew on my hands; my hands could gradually feel the warmth now. Although these doubts in my heart could be directly sent to Rika for an answer, I hadn’t ever thought of this, as I wouldn’t get a response anyway. If I had to feel the sensation of words disappearing in the atmosphere after being said, let me just bear silence and keep it in my heart. Without any other resort, I just looked at Rika’s back like an idiot. She had a slim and tender body. It was because she was sitting on her bed that I could just see her upper body, but that, including her shoulders to her waist, was enough to be described as perfect. The curve of her body was extremely elegant. Merely looking at it would accelerate one’s heartbeat. By the way, humans are such fascinating creatures. Why would just a curve be so charming to one? For example, the curve of a flower vase would be elegant, but why wouldn’t it accelerate one’s heartbeat? Nevertheless, Rika was bit too thin. The slimness of her body had a sorrowful remark. I suddenly remembered Akiko’s words, “She’s doing fine.” I didn’t know what illness Rika had. Akiko didn’t tell me, and I didn’t find it comfortable to ask Rika. How could I? I mean—how could I just ask her such a question. Besides, to be honest, I was afraid of the answer. So, until then, I was totally ignorant of it.

	Grumble...		Grumble...
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	Everything around me seemed to be taken granted too easily, so these thoughts hadn’t occurred to me before. After all, my sickness wouldn’t possibly take my life away. But things were different now: Rika and I seemed to be escaping something as we evaded those purely white towels and sheets and walked towards the armrest.		Everything around me seemed to be taken granted too easily, so these thoughts hadn’t occurred to me before. After all, my sickness wouldn’t possibly take my life away. But things were different now: Rika and I seemed to be escaping something as we evaded those purely white towels and sheets and walked towards the armrest.

	The whole village could be seen. It felt as if the village looked even more vivid and explicit than what it looked in the wards. The green colour of the ~~Fort~~ Mountain and the Ise shrine made them afloat in the grey village. The winter sky, though placid, dimmed and weakened the clear, white light descending from above. This might be a reason why the village seemed desolate, as if every resident had left their houses and gone aloft. Perhaps there were only Rika and I who were left here, having such boring delusions harbouring our minds.		The whole village could be seen. It felt as if the village looked even more vivid and explicit than what it looked in the wards. The green colour of the Turret Mountain and the Ise shrine made them afloat in the grey village. The winter sky, though placid, dimmed and weakened the clear, white light descending from above. This might be a reason why the village seemed desolate, as if every resident had left their houses and gone aloft. Perhaps there were only Rika and I who were left here, having such boring delusions harbouring our minds.

	“Hey. Why didn’t you ask me?” Rika asked, standing still.		“Hey. Why didn’t you ask me?” Rika asked, standing still.
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	“Like your father...you mean...?”		“Like your father...you mean...?”

	“My father took me to the mountain before the operation. He said when he was young and healthy, he would often go there to play. Actually, in his current state back then, he couldn’t climb mountains. He took me there using the last bit of strength he could offer. That was when I knew my father had already prepared himself mentally. After that, I had forgotten where the mountain was. After all, I was too small, and my father hadn’t told the true name of the mountain to me. My father only called it the ~~Fort~~ Mountain.”		“My father took me to the mountain before the operation. He said when he was young and healthy, he would often go there to play. Actually, in his current state back then, he couldn’t climb mountains. He took me there using the last bit of strength he could offer. That was when I knew my father had already prepared himself mentally. After that, I had forgotten where the mountain was. After all, I was too small, and my father hadn’t told the true name of the mountain to me. My father only called it the Turret Mountain.”

	“What. Isn’t it...”		“What. Isn’t it...”
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	Rika nodded.		Rika nodded.

	“It’s you who told me, Yuuichi!” That mountain is the ~~Fort~~ Mountain.”		“It’s you who told me, Yuuichi!” That mountain is the Turret Mountain.”

	I followed Rika’s eyes intently: the ~~Fort~~ Mountain was there. It was the place Rika and his father went, the place of their last memories after his father had prepared himself mentally. I remembered how Rika looked like in her ward, falling in silence, staring endlessly beyond the windows.		I followed Rika’s eyes intently: the Turret Mountain was there. It was the place Rika and his father went, the place of their last memories after his father had prepared himself mentally. I remembered how Rika looked like in her ward, falling in silence, staring endlessly beyond the windows.

	(I understand now...)		(I understand now...)

Pudding321 at 02:13, 20 June 2013

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	Grumble...		Grumble...

	This sound suddenly reminded me—it was my stomach’s growling sound. Even though my body had fallen into deep contemplation of different matters, my body was very loyal to its physiological status. My stomach would growl naturally when ~~it was~~ hungry.		This sound suddenly reminded me—it was my stomach’s growling sound. Even though my body had fallen into deep contemplation of different matters, my body was very loyal to its physiological status. My stomach would growl naturally when hungry.

	Rika turned to me.		Rika turned to me.

Pudding321 at 07:35, 17 June 2013

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	The rain outside the house drizzled. The lights at the gate were dim. The sounds of y mum watching television inside were heard.		The rain outside the house drizzled. The lights at the gate were dim. The sounds of my mum watching television inside were heard.

	“...”		“...”

Pudding321: yuuichi

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	Having seated on the chair, I quickly picked up the chopsticks. The rice, the other food, and the soup had already turned cold, but because it was my hunger that the food was extremely delicious. I devoured them in big mouthfuls. No, perhaps there were other reasons that made this meal delicious. Seeing me devouring the food, Rika smiled in delight.		Having seated on the chair, I quickly picked up the chopsticks. The rice, the other food, and the soup had already turned cold, but because it was my hunger that the food was extremely delicious. I devoured them in big mouthfuls. No, perhaps there were other reasons that made this meal delicious. Seeing me devouring the food, Rika smiled in delight.

	~~“Yuichi~~ looks like a dog.”		“Yuuichi looks like a dog.”

	This line may seem like disdaining someone in some circumstances, but this strangely gave me the otherwise. I lifted my head carefully to see Rikas delightful smile—her smile that was as beautiful as those of angels. Wouldn’t it be great if she could smile like this forever...I thought while I devoured the food.		This line may seem like disdaining someone in some circumstances, but this strangely gave me the otherwise. I lifted my head carefully to see Rikas delightful smile—her smile that was as beautiful as those of angels. Wouldn’t it be great if she could smile like this forever...I thought while I devoured the food.
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	I replied hastily, “This is delicious.”		I replied hastily, “This is delicious.”

	“How would anyone think food provided by the hospital is delicious? ~~Yuichi~~ is acting strange.”		“How would anyone think food provided by the hospital is delicious? Yuuichi is acting strange.”

	“I’m not. This food is splendid.”		“I’m not. This food is splendid.”
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	“It’s all my stupidity that led me into this.”		“It’s all my stupidity that led me into this.”

	Rain poured incessantly, my mood dejected to the worst point. After that, I passed through the old station, which still had the lookout for fire strangely, and the track into the shortcut to my home—“Seko”. Seko was a dialect that meant a short path. It was alleged that it was a saying that started long ago and had passed till now. There were a lot of people like Tsukasa who had this word as their names. In some places, there would be around three students in a class called Sekokuchi. The first girl I loved—which was back when I was at primary school grade three—had the surname Sekoguchi. These cases would only happen in towns with such a long history. The history memories in my mind would sometimes appear in the roads I walked in, for example: wooden houses that were common and special here. The openings of these houses were very narrow, yet the endings would extend to a far distance. They would probably be described commonly as eel houses. It was alleged that this style was also called Tsumairi houses (妻入町屋). I walked to this house, my head lowered. Afterwards, I went through a corner, and a large body appeared before me. Looking at the distinctive face and body, I immediately knew he was Sekoguchi Tsukasa. But why was he kneeling along the road in this rain? I went over to him and threw some glances, happening to find there were two kittens purring beside Tsukasa’s feet. They looked like abandoned, stray cats. I knew what was happening right at that instant. To put it simply, a big guy found some kittens abandoned near his house, and so he took an umbrella and covered them. And so, now he was idling around, unknowing of what to do next. Kittens like these would die soon. It was preposterous for one to think that these abandoned kittens would be taken away by strangers. Abandoning them was equivalent to murdering them. When I was in middle school, there were some kittens abandoned at school. These kittens were so adorable that a lot of people would feed them. These kittens seemed to live with vigour and life. I would always stroke the soft fur on their backs, and they would make purring sounds from their throats, which was truly adorable. Merely looking at the sight of them sleeping lazily under the sun would incur a sense of happiness deep down in my heart. Nevertheless, these kittens were gone after the holidays. I couldn’t imagine who picked them away. Though it felt a bit lonely for them to be gone, whenever I imagine they could at last eat something delightful in someone’s house, I would reckon them having a wonderful life. You have to eat more and grow up, I would sometimes think. The unpalatable truth wasn’t what I thought though. Not long after, I heard from the girls along the corridor news I didn’t want to hear: “Hey, I heard that those kittens were dead.” “Eh~~ Really?” “It seemed that after the holidays, our janitor saw them in a corner of a bicycle parking lot, their bodies shrinking into a clump. He thought they were alive and tried to feed them, only to see that they didn’t move an inch. Feeling strange, he stretched out his hands to touch them, finding their bodies already become cold and icy.” “What happened then? Were they buried?” “No. I heard they were thrown to the burnable trash.” “What? That’s gross! Bother!” You’re the one that are gross, you idiot! I reprimanded them scornfully in my heart, though the girls were right. Then, I become dejected: how is she an idiot? Do I qualify to speak those kinds of words? Have I considered the fact that those kittens couldn’t endure? What have I done? Did I ever think of doing anything? The kittens were feed nothing during the holidays. Besides, heavy rain poured at those times. Kittens could have never endured through the time. Every time when I think of the kittens—their soft fur and the warmth within—my heart would grieve, drenching me into melancholy. With this melancholy, I still walked gingerly around Tsukasa’s back. After all, there was nothing I could help. Besides, I was afraid of going through the same grief might I join. The softness and warmth of the dead kittens in the bicycle parking lot induced the acceleration of my footsteps naturally. Wherever I went, the sound of rain followed me. Every time I remembered Tsukasa’s back, I would quickly try to cast it away from my mind. Having gone back home, time flew as I did my usual stuff: eat, watch the television, and read manga—it was yet another usual and boring day—or so I thought: I heard my mother’s call at around ten at night: ~~“Yuichi~~, your friend is here for you.”		Rain poured incessantly, my mood dejected to the worst point. After that, I passed through the old station, which still had the lookout for fire strangely, and the track into the shortcut to my home—“Seko”. Seko was a dialect that meant a short path. It was alleged that it was a saying that started long ago and had passed till now. There were a lot of people like Tsukasa who had this word as their names. In some places, there would be around three students in a class called Sekokuchi. The first girl I loved—which was back when I was at primary school grade three—had the surname Sekoguchi. These cases would only happen in towns with such a long history. The history memories in my mind would sometimes appear in the roads I walked in, for example: wooden houses that were common and special here. The openings of these houses were very narrow, yet the endings would extend to a far distance. They would probably be described commonly as eel houses. It was alleged that this style was also called Tsumairi houses (妻入町屋). I walked to this house, my head lowered. Afterwards, I went through a corner, and a large body appeared before me. Looking at the distinctive face and body, I immediately knew he was Sekoguchi Tsukasa. But why was he kneeling along the road in this rain? I went over to him and threw some glances, happening to find there were two kittens purring beside Tsukasa’s feet. They looked like abandoned, stray cats. I knew what was happening right at that instant. To put it simply, a big guy found some kittens abandoned near his house, and so he took an umbrella and covered them. And so, now he was idling around, unknowing of what to do next. Kittens like these would die soon. It was preposterous for one to think that these abandoned kittens would be taken away by strangers. Abandoning them was equivalent to murdering them. When I was in middle school, there were some kittens abandoned at school. These kittens were so adorable that a lot of people would feed them. These kittens seemed to live with vigour and life. I would always stroke the soft fur on their backs, and they would make purring sounds from their throats, which was truly adorable. Merely looking at the sight of them sleeping lazily under the sun would incur a sense of happiness deep down in my heart. Nevertheless, these kittens were gone after the holidays. I couldn’t imagine who picked them away. Though it felt a bit lonely for them to be gone, whenever I imagine they could at last eat something delightful in someone’s house, I would reckon them having a wonderful life. You have to eat more and grow up, I would sometimes think. The unpalatable truth wasn’t what I thought though. Not long after, I heard from the girls along the corridor news I didn’t want to hear: “Hey, I heard that those kittens were dead.” “Eh~~ Really?” “It seemed that after the holidays, our janitor saw them in a corner of a bicycle parking lot, their bodies shrinking into a clump. He thought they were alive and tried to feed them, only to see that they didn’t move an inch. Feeling strange, he stretched out his hands to touch them, finding their bodies already become cold and icy.” “What happened then? Were they buried?” “No. I heard they were thrown to the burnable trash.” “What? That’s gross! Bother!” You’re the one that are gross, you idiot! I reprimanded them scornfully in my heart, though the girls were right. Then, I become dejected: how is she an idiot? Do I qualify to speak those kinds of words? Have I considered the fact that those kittens couldn’t endure? What have I done? Did I ever think of doing anything? The kittens were feed nothing during the holidays. Besides, heavy rain poured at those times. Kittens could have never endured through the time. Every time when I think of the kittens—their soft fur and the warmth within—my heart would grieve, drenching me into melancholy. With this melancholy, I still walked gingerly around Tsukasa’s back. After all, there was nothing I could help. Besides, I was afraid of going through the same grief might I join. The softness and warmth of the dead kittens in the bicycle parking lot induced the acceleration of my footsteps naturally. Wherever I went, the sound of rain followed me. Every time I remembered Tsukasa’s back, I would quickly try to cast it away from my mind. Having gone back home, time flew as I did my usual stuff: eat, watch the television, and read manga—it was yet another usual and boring day—or so I thought: I heard my mother’s call at around ten at night: “Yuuichi, your friend is here for you.”

	Who would come to find me at this time? I walked to the gates with this question in my mind, surprised to find Sekoguchi Tsukasa standing here. He was drenched from head to toe, his chest holding kittens wrapped in towels.		Who would come to find me at this time? I walked to the gates with this question in my mind, surprised to find Sekoguchi Tsukasa standing here. He was drenched from head to toe, his chest holding kittens wrapped in towels.

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	“I think it’s ~~inconceivable~~ why you, even knowing that Rika ~~was that~~ unruly, are willing to keep her company.”		“I think it’s a wonder why you, even knowing that Rika is so unruly, are willing to keep her company.”

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