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	Surprisingly, the one closest to the truth was Yondaime. The following day, I visited the Hirasaka-gumi office, discussed the future plans in the storage restroom computer room, while casually dropping ~~tphis~~ topic.		Surprisingly, the one closest to the truth was Yondaime. The following day, I visited the Hirasaka-gumi office, discussed the future plans in the storage restroom cum computer room, while casually dropping this topic.

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Chapter 1

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	Surprisingly, the one closest to the truth was Yondaime. The following day, I visited the Hirasaka-gumi office, discussed the future plans in the storage restroom ~~cum~~ computer room, while casually dropping ~~this~~ topic.		Surprisingly, the one closest to the truth was Yondaime. The following day, I visited the Hirasaka-gumi office, discussed the future plans in the storage restroom computer room, while casually dropping tphis topic.

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	Till this day, I still vividly remember the day mom died.		Till this day, I still vividly remember the day mom died.

	Every word my sister said on the phone, dad's drool in his half-opened mouth, the instruction posters pasted on the white hospital walls--I still remember them all. These were all too bright that I wondered if I mistook them for being in a movie or some other places. But looking back at my memories, I realized it could be associated with the last time I saw off mom at the door in the morning. I There is no doubt this is my memory.		Every word my sister said on the phone, dad's drool in his half-opened mouth, the instruction posters pasted on the white hospital walls--I still remember them all. These were all too bright that I wondered if I mistook them for being in a movie or some other places. But looking back at my memories, I realized it could be associated with the last time I saw off mom at the door in the morning. There is no doubt this is my memory.
	I wondered why I could still remember that so vividly.		I wondered why I could still remember that so vividly.

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	“Just put aside the stuff and sit down. Will you like to have a drink?”		“Just put aside the stuff and sit down. Will you like to have a drink?”

			“Ah, erm, no, I’m fine.”

			I placed the bags and boxes on the flooring, and with much trepidation, sat at the corner of a sofa. She ushered a tray from the bar to the far left, and served a bottle of vodka, two glasses, and an ice bucket on the table before me. I’m still underaged, you know? Also, drinking vodka in broad daylight?

			She sat down on the sofa opposite mine, and finally removed her sunglasses.

			With her bluish eyes staring at me, I felt strangely relaxed, and mesmerized, as though the air within me was quickly drawn out.

			That’s right. My belief was strengthened. They were really alike.

			“Shall I call you Narumi-kun?” she asked, filling the two glasses with vodka.

			“Y-yes.”

			“I suppose I won’t have to introduce myself now.”

			She raised a glass, and gulped it down, her face unflinching.

			“…I suppose.” I nodded. “But at least, do tell me your name.”

			A fuzzy, faint smile appeared upon her eyes.

			Beyond her fingertip were a few magazines piled carelessly upon the carpeted floor. Each of them was related to the fashion world, none I knew. All I knew that the model at the top was her, and the caption next to it was written.

			‘Charismatic designer/model Shionji Mari, tells you all about beauty as she leads the artistic trends.’

			I looked back towards her, the smile finally looking somewhat realistic to me.

			“You have been taking care of my little sister all this while, haven’t you?” Mari-san smiled.

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			And so, it was the end of March, where the cherry blossoms would bloom in Tokyo. On a certain afternoon, I was requested by Alice to perform several procedures at the bank. I was intending to head down an alley to the right of the Meiji Highway, back to ‘Hanamaru’, only to hear a shrill honking of a car behind me. I turned around to look, and found a blue open bonnet Aston Martin parked right next to me. The one driving was a young woman with long hair, wearing sunglasses. She was probably in her twenties, and though it was early Spring, she was dressed in a low neckline dress along with a translucent shawl, giving a refreshing vibe. Also, she had a cross-shaped necklace upon her.

			Once she saw my face, she was immediately taken aback--

			“Fujishima, Narumi-kun?”

			After a moment, I realized she called my name,

			“…Ah, ehh, that’s me.”

			“Get in.”

			“Huh?”

			“Into the car, now.”

			While I was blinking away, at a loss of what to do, she leaned over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the seat next to her.

			“Wah, eh?”

			As the door was not opened, I fell head first into the seat.

			I was struggling as I leaned over, and she pulled the brake, driving off.

			“Hey, wa-wait up.”

			“Put the seatbelt on. You don’t want to fall over, right?”

			I fumbled around, and my butt tumbled onto the seat. While I withstood the acceleration strong enough to crush my body, I fidgeted for the seatbelt, and latched it.

			By the time I managed to catch my breath, the car had already turned right at the Meiji Shrine juncture, racing towards Aoyama,

			“Ah, erm,”

			At this point, I stared at the sidelong face of the female driver. It seemed everything I wanted to say was blown aside by the oncoming gusts.

			Through her sunglasses, she gave me a long stare. “There’s no need to ask, no?” so she appeared to imply. Surely, her facial appearance explained everything, and all my doubts were gone.

			A forlorn feeling was born. While I did not know what it was about, and while I did not know her true identity, I instinctively knew something was about to come to an end.




			The car drove into the underground parking lot of a large tower-shaped mansion in Aoyama.

			“Let’s get off here. Do you mind carrying some stuff for me? I can’t take them all.”

			So I did as she said, and moved out lots of paper bags and boxes out from the boot. These things had the logo of some high-end brands printed on them, probably clothes and shoes. She said she could not carry them all, but in fact, she had me carry them all. She’s acting like a Queen, here, and I could not bring myself to be angry. While waiting for the elevator, she unleashed a barrage of questions to me.

			“Where do you normally buy your clothes?”

			“Do you exercise well?”

			“You do slouch quite a bit, you know?”

			‘Have you had anyone customize shoes for you?”

			It seemed she was pretty particular about my appearance, or rather, displeased about it.

			After entering the massive elevator surrounded by mirrors, half the size of the classroom, she checked if there was anyone around, before circling me boldly, and sized me up from head to toe. As it was too awkward, I nearly dropped the bags of goods occupying my hands.

			“I should have bought your clothes. Shall we do so another time?”

			I really did not understand why she said so. I guess this person really was not bemused to see someone with such poor fashion sense so close to her.

			The elevator stopped, and it was indicated that we had arrived at the top.

			Since we had to remove our shoes, I supposed it’s a personal residence. Looking around the house, I could only marvel. It seemed I was in the living room, as there was a carpet on the floor along with tables and sofas. There was a step on the floor, and the other side of the room was a little lower than this place. A long sofa and coffee table was basked under the sun there. Two walls were completely made of glass, and the blue skies could be seen from beyond. It seemed this apartment was so spacious, it took up the entire floor, and I could not give an estimate of the area it occupied. The indirect lighting, wardrobe, flower pots, and everything else were designed with modern curves. The stairs leading to the upper level were made of glass, and there was a

			“Just put aside the stuff and sit down. Will you like to have a drink?”

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Teh Ping at 09:39, 11 February 2018

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 I wondered why I could still remember that so vividly.
-I supposed it was because I did not see the corpse for myself, and the make up for the surrealism, my mind frantically pieced together everything I saw and heard in my mind. I was still in elementary school when mom's body was knocked down by a trailer, and deformed as she was crushed between it and the building wall, so obviously, dad didn't allow me into the morgue.
+I supposed it was because I did not see the corpse for myself, and the makeborn up for the surrealism, my mind frantically pieced together everything I saw and heard in my mind. I was still in elementary school when mom's body was knocked down by a trailer, and deformed as she was crushed between it and the building wall, so obviously, dad didn't allow me into the morgue.
 Dad himself could not move as he stood in front of the stairs leading to the basement, so my sister was the one who identified the corpse. Back then, she was still in high school, but she did everything, from speaking to the police and doctors, and calling for the funerary parlor.
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