Golden Time:Volume6 Prologue
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Golden Time 6: Prologue
Prologue
Tada Banri was disappointed.
Was disappointed... could those few letters describe the scene before his eyes? In the middle of his own room... that form kneeling on the floor sopping wet and completely naked, white foam dripping from its mouth, head hanging down... even in the eyes of this ghost degenerated to the point of being a vengeful spirit, he has turned out quite pitiful.
The present time: 11:30 in the morning.
His schedule had him getting up before 11am, but Banri had overslept. Finally opening his eyes a few minutes earlier, he had jumped up to check the time on his cell-phone. He was supposed to meet up with his friends on thirty minutes, but it would take thirty minutes to get to the café they’d promised to meet at. It was Banri himself who asked for the meeting, and it wouldn’t be good for the person who spoke up first to be late in showing. He kicked off his towel-blanket, quickly crawled out of bed and stumbled to the shower.
Relieving himself, moving on to pull off his shirt and shorts, then snatching his toothbrush and toothpaste, he got in the bathtub and twisted the shower knob. The guy opened his mouth wide in the shower and brushed his teeth with the shower water. ...No matter how many times I see it, I cannot understand his behavior. I never did this kind of thing while I was alive. I think that releasing that saliva-like substance, the foam from cleaning your mouth, contaminated by micro-organisms, denies the very meaning of a clean shower! Passing water through your sweaty scalp and into your mouth first thing in the morning is digusting. Did he learn to behave like this from the limited shower time and hassle of the communal bathroom arrangements of the long time he spent living in a hospital?
Under the tepid shower that wasn’t turning into a festering wound, Banri, unaware of the gaze of the appalled ghost behind him, was spitting out foam while vigorously brushing his teeth when he suddenly froze. Over the sound of the falling water, he noticed a vibration transmitted through the flooring. His mobile phone was ringing over in the room.
As soon as he noticed, Banri tossed his toothbrush to the edge of the sink and without rinsing his mouth, leaving the shower as it was, jumped out of the bath unit. Sopping wet, dripping and stark naked, leaving the floor a shambles, he grabbed his phone as if embracing it.
And then he saw the name on the display. He slumped. Disappointed.
His was the pitiful figure of a kappa having barely escaped a life of captivity. From that hair, from his body, clear drops of water drew lines on his body, falling to the flooring at his feet and forming puddles.
The person who called him was not the one he’d hoped for, but rather Yanagisawa Mitsuo, whom he had promised to meet in thirty minutes.
It was so he wouldn’t forget to bring a CD he’d borrowed earlier, and he could have done that with a text message, but he’d suspected that Banri would oversleep, so he called instead. As expected of a good friend, he had that much insight.
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