HINA WILL DIE!
AND HER BLOOD WILL BE ON YOUR HANDS!
That is what I was told. Still, there was nothing concrete on the table for me to pull the plug on the offer on the table. So, the only way for me to dig deeper is to agree to this deal. But that comes at a cost of throwing away what I have now. If I had to describe my life as a color, it would be grey, or maybe a hint of black. Why? Well, there's nothing fun, except it is painted in misery. Not only for me but for everyone around me. And now I had the chance to throw it all away and fill it with different shades of colors. But, if I were to take this step forward, I can never take a step back.
There was too much risk than the reward at hand. And for that reason, I'm gonna have to impolitely back down and lay low for a while, and think things thoroughly. I ain't L or Light Yagami to think things thoroughly and act upon them just over a short instant of time. I need a lot of time, and materials to refer upon and frame my judgment.
"I'm sorry. But I can't take up on your offer. There's nothing in it for me. Plus, the fact that you have such reliable information puts me at ease. If you know that she is in danger, then that's all the more reason why I wouldn't have to worry about it. You have the finances and resources to keep her safe. So, I don't see how I fit in this picture, not that I'm keen on it. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors."
"You really are a psychopath, aren't you? Even when you face the prospect that a person close to you will be at death's door, you nonchalantly sputter this nonsense like it's none of your business. Tch! I envy you! And, I hate you. But still, you are our only hope..."
Our? Was he referring to his gang? Surely, that didn't sound like it. Who is he referring to? Or how many? Who are they? What is that I can do that the power they have at their fingertips can't? It's all too confusing at the moment, and something I must not worry about. Come to think of it, there's a date I have this Sunday.
And yet, the person right in front of me says that my date's life is in danger. How reliable is this guy anyway? I barely even know him at this point.
"You think too highly of me if you think there's something only I can do that you guys drowning in power and money can't."
"..."
"Plus, I think you'd have been pretty close about my description if you referred to me as a lunatic instead of a psychopath."
Yes. I meant what I said.
A Psychopath is an individual who manifests amoral and antisocial behavior, shows a lack of ability to love or establish meaningful personal relationships, expresses extreme egocentricity, and demonstrates a failure to learn from experience and other behaviors associated with it.
Though that sounds cool, that's not my style, nor that I have the slightest of care about it. But to think that someone was so honest about me, and was somewhat accurate, feels exciting all of a sudden. It is as if a secret service is keeping tabs on me, and waiting for me to move. Who do I play now?
Ethan Hunt? Jason Bourne? John Wick? Johnny English? Bond...James Bond!
Damn, Hollywood! They have too many choices.
"Hmm... So you are a self-conscious person. Then again, if you weren't I doubt you would have ended up in such a place."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Time up. I gotta get going. It looks like it is going to end up as a heavy downpour pretty soon. If I were you, I'd rather be worried about going home. But thinking again, do you even bother about such trivial stuff? I guess I'll never know..."
He started moving towards the door slowly and slid it open, and went halfway out, before tapping the door and turning over towards my direction.
"Mark my words, and ingrain it deep inside your head. Because sooner or later we will meet again. But under what circumstances? That entirely depends on you, Naofumi!"
It did look like it was going to rain hard. I started on my way home.
Do I believe in good or spiritual powers?
I don't know. I think the idea of someone supreme is a good thing to keep us, humans, in check and not act like we rule the whole world, and we are on top of the food chain.
Do I believe in fate?
I don't know. Never given it much thought.
Do you believe in good luck and curse luck?
Abso-fuckin'-lutely! Surprised? Me, of all people, to believe in such stuff. It would seem like a joke, but I remember it.
I was on my way back home, only for the downpour to drench me completely without a trace. I stopped by a convenience store and brought a see-through umbrella, only for it to be blown away. I enter the store again and buy another one. If that wasn't enough, I was at the point of devastation when my precious walkman played out its lost song.
And this wasn't all. I got nudged by an old man while I was about to drink it and dropped it all over the place I was seated. Argh! Snarky little old man.
I boarded the regular train and found someplace to sit. As I was stretching out and relaxing, a splash of water fell right upon my drenched face. And it was a lot colder. I looked up to see that a girl had accidentally dropped that upon me! Don't you dare act cute now! Fuck it, this day couldn't get any worse, or so I thought. I was too naive to underestimate the power of my cursed luck.
When I was about to reach my place, the sole of my sneaker cut. And now, I had to drag myself in this torrential weather back home? This is hideous!
All of this for what? Just because I had a good run in-game which everyone found difficult? Or because I won a lucky draw? Nevermind. Sigh! With all the debacle that transpired today, I had no mood to attend classes for a while.
SUNDAY!
Let's get this done. I was patiently waiting for Hina.
"Did I keep you waiting?"
I turned around to a girl in a long white skirt, pink top, white short heel slippers, and a straw hat. Damn, she's super cute!
"Ah, is that so? Then that's good. Let's go."
OUR DATE!