When I was a kid, there was a scene in a movie that really struck me to my core. It was a favorite of my father's. He always liked western movies more than Japanese ones. I couldn't really understand him. All of his favorites were ones that had action in it, like Fast and Curious, The Matrox, and Saving Private Bryan. I had fond memories of hearing my dad cheer for the hero of the film, he always forced me to watch them, didn't mind though because when watching, he always prepared snacks and drinks for the both of us, or three if you count my mom if she was there. Before the divorce.
I could get behind The Matrox though, the scene where he dodged the bullets was cool.
But there was a scene in a certain movie. It was a scene in a movie called Children of Man. The scene where the baby cried. I couldn't really understand why, but it just did. The cries of an infant stopping a war was ridiculous. That's what I thought back then, still do now. But it changed something in me, like it lit a fire. It was the first time I had actually witnessed something so beautiful, that it influenced something in me.
It was, in another person's words, well actually my sister's,
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Fight Aftermath
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Wednesday, Oct 4, 2023, 16:02:46
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God, Furushi really did a number on me. Even if he only hit my jaw, it hurts so fucking bad! Doesn't he know I have a low pain tolerance!?
Osamu whined on and on in his head, even though he knows that it won't change anything. It's a habit of his to always complain after something bad happens. " I should have held back a little bit." Osamu said, looking at the unconscious boy next to him, not so peacefully sleeping. They were in the parking lot of the 8/11, which was now even more emptier.
Osamu walked over to a nearby light pole, where he crouched down and laid his back against it. It was the same light pole that Furushi got smashed into.
" Oh, there's a little dent on this pole. Did I make that?" He questioned himself, unsure of his own capabilities. " Well I've confirmed that Furushi is fine now, should I go home now? Or maybe I should use this chance to do something... " Devious.
And devious it was, Osamu got up and walked over to his bag, grabbed it and and found a marker inside with a cute sticker on it. It was from a romance anime called Love is Hell. He then inched closer to Furushi's knocked out body, with an evil, mischievous grin.
He drew an abnormally large genital of a man on the poor boy's face. But Osamu didn't realize he made it worse. He didn't notice the marker that he used was permanent. Even Furushi felt a bad feeling about it and he was knocked out. " Ah, feeling much better. Sucks to be you, bitch." Osamu flashed a middle finger to him, scowling while laughing as he threw the marker to a nearby bin, almost landing inside but missed by an inch. If this were from another person's perspective, Osamu would be the villain. But he doesn't care.
Satisfied with his work, Osamu began to pick up his bag, only for him to realize something important. There was something crucial he forgot about.
Weird, why does it feel like I forgot something? Hmm, oh right! I forgot to buy the new Sha-Comi! And with that I ran to the nearest bookstore to see if they had it in stock. And drumroll please, they did! They even had Hama to Yume.
Osamu jumped up and down in joy as he found this treasure trove of a find this time. If anyone was looking at him they would assume the book he's carrying was a men's fashion magazine or a lewd one, with all the gravure idols on it, but no, he was holding a shoujo magazine. This bitch bruh.
This must have been a surreal experience for the cashier, seeing a delinquent buy a cutesy magazine.
Now! With my tasks for the day done, I can head home and read it!
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Ring, ring, ring.
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Perfect timing, just when I was monologuing. I angrily whip my phone out my pocket. It's from big sis, why does she always interrupt my scenes? I read her message," Hey since you're outside already go buy some leeks, potatoes and a chicken breast. Were having garlic chicken."
Garlic chicken? The hell. Well, I guess I'll buy it. I'm in a good mood.
He thought as he skips to the store, in an eerily happy way.
Then,
" Ew, why is he walking like that?" A high pitched voice asks as they approach the bin where he threw his marker. " Hehe, so he likes cute stuff like this huh? The Battle God."
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Next Day
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Thursday, Oct 5, 2023, 08:26:14
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Damn it, damn it, damn it! I stayed up all night reading the new magazine, so I overslept. I couldn't help it you know? The MC of Love is Hell is planning to confess to the main girl. I got too excited and went to Tweeter to vent my (completely normal) thoughts of the ships. I got flamed so bad in there, I was arguing with bastards left and right about who'll win all night long. It felt like a Sengoku battle, with myself as Oda in Nagashino.
And here comes the consequences of my own actions, running late. After running straight from my house I take a little break at a park bench, grabbing my phone. " Dang it, it's almost time."
Okay, calm down, calm down. What's the fastest path that you know of from school to here. I think to myself, trying desperately to find a way.
And then, " Gah! It's you, bitch." I hear a familiar voice, a particularly snarky, annoying one. It's Furushi, and he's riding a bike.
A Bridgestone Angelina to be exact.
" Heh, so you got home safe huh?" I ask him in an intentionally condescending tone, expecting some sort of reaction out of him, but he stayed surprisingly calm.
" Sigh, yeah thanks to you. Anyways, I rarely see you coming late to class. Why're you late now?" Furushi asks me, seemingly surprised from my odd behavior. I mean who wouldn't? If they saw a delinquent looking guy muttering to himself over and over again, they would think he's agonizing a report to his boss. Maybe they lost a deal of some sorts or they were fighting a rival group. But no, it's just a high school boy shitting himself cause' he's about to be late.
" Nah, I had some "important business" to attend to last night, which is why I overslept and now am running late." I said in a lonely, almost sad voice to gain some cookie points from him, but it only mad him wearier.
Furushi had a lot on his mind at this time. Like, the fuck did he mean by important business? Is this guy a drug dealer or something? Hell no, he's strong and he's doing some shady shit. I am not getting involved in that. But just as Furushi was preparing to make a run for it, Osamu asked him.
" Hey, can I ride with you? Like on the back of your bike."
" ...What?" He seemed confused at Osamu. They just fought yesterday, but why is he acting all buddy buddy with him. " The hell? Fuck no, I mean why would I want to?"
Silently, Osamu stared at him, with blank eyes' then said. " Wanna get beaten up?"
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Damn my life. Why is Osamu riding on the back of my bike so nonchalantly!? Didn't he beat me up yesterday? I have so many questions, but he won't even look at my way, cause' he's reading a damn magazine! And it's for girls too. How did I get beaten by this guy? Furushi thought. Well it's a normal thought for someone of his age.
" Hey, what're you reading that girly stuff for?" He asked, the question aimed at the boy behind him. " Ah, well I used to read a bunch of Shounen Up back then, so I figured I'd try this for a change of pace."
Bullshit. While I did read Shounen back then too, I mainly read it for the romance parts.
" Also I've been wondering, but why're you're acting a bit passive now? Scared that I'd beat you again?" I interrogate him. " No, it's just that I realized I was being kind of stupid yesterday. I only fought cause' I lost a dare." A dare!? I thought and said out loud.
" Then what was all that glaring for!?" I shouted at him, " No, that was only acting you know? To set the stage and stuff..." He trailed off, seemingly embarrassed about it.
" What about me staring at your girlfriend part!?" I roared again, only this time with more force, enough to break the sound barrier. " Hey, can you settle down for a bit man!? It's kind of hard to balance with you moving around like that!" And after he said that, just like a premonition, a box of oranges was magically in front of us, standing in the way of the currently unstable bike.
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Proceed to read this scene in a slow-mo like pace.
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" OI, BASTARD LOOK TO YOUR FRONT!"
" FUCKKKKKKKK"
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" ...This is all your fault, Osamu." Furushi pouted at Osamu, while walking to school with broken bike in hand.
" Hey, since when were we on a first name basis? And no, it was your fault! You were the one who looked at me like an idiot while riding!", " Well duh, you were asking a question after all!" He countered, but I countered him back too. " Well yeah, I wasn't even looking at your girlfriend! I was admiring the scenery!"
" Yeah my girlfriend!" He shouted, throwing his bike to the ground which made a metal clanking sound. " Dumbass, why would I be interested in your ugly ass girl!?" I retorted, while wearing a bewildered look.
" Hah, you piece of shit!? Want to fi- Bwargh!" I interrupt him again by throwing an uppercut to his jaw, sending him flying for what feels like a century.
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Damn my life! Why does he always hit me like that. Well at least he agreed to pay for the bike, but we ultimately ended up late. Also, couldn't he call my girlfriend pretty at least? She's my first y'know.
But the aura he exuded in the parking lot and now seem really different. It's like they're two people trapped in one body. Weird experience. Anyway, I'm glad I wasn't noticed by the guard when I was climbing up the wall. But Osamu fell and alerted him. He got scolded for a bit and was just let go. Lucky bastard, just cause your morning attendance is perfect doesn't mean you're the shit.
As Furushi's walking to his room, he sees Osamu walking into he nurse's office. Furushi thought, Is he skipping class? Then what the hell was that fuss about being late? I really can't get a grip on him. He ignored the skipping boy to go to his class, wanting to sleep in.
Meanwhile Osamu, is lying in one of the beds in the office. But he's agonizing over something, he realized that he let his anger get the better of him again. Oh fuck, what have I done?
I punched him again. He won't report that shit to the school right!? I thought to myself, hugging the pure white pillow on my head. Agh, this sucks. I can't sleep for Christ's sake. I should get some fresh air, yeah! That would give me some time to think about this.
I sit up straight and slap my face hard, with both of my palms, to calm myself down. Okay, let's go to the rooftop. It's forbidden to go up there, so no one ever goes there.
It's free real estate.
I stand up, cautiously sliding the blinds to the side. I glance at the table of the nurse, it seem like she has some Xanax. I'll gladly be taking those. As I walk out the room, I feel a slight chill to my right. It's Takaba, and he's walking down the hallway.
Dang, it's already second period? I scurry back to the nurse's office hurriedly, praying to whatever god is up there that he didn't notice me. I silently watch from inside the room, scanning for any signs of life in the corridor.
Good.
It seems like no ones out right now, so I head out of the room and start sprinting towards the stairs that lead to the top. I occasionally pass by students, and hear the rambling of the teachers in their respective rooms. As I near the entrance to the rooftop, I notice that it's slightly open. Curious, I decided to look in the gaps of the doors only to find two people holding what look's like a stack of papers and reading it out loud. Practicing for a performance.
Hmm, feeling intrigue, I hide my face against the frame of the doors, wondering about their activity.
" Hey, didn't I tell you that's not part of the script? How many times do I have to point that out!" A voice so high-pitched it could break glass came out from a petite figure.
The girl who seems to resemble a child, is wearing a brown blazer, with the white button-up's cuffs peeking out of the top paired with a thin red ribbon strewn on the white collar of the shirt. It's our standard uniform, but it seems like her skirt is a bit modified.
There are homemade patches on her pleated dark blue skirt of a bear, rabbit, stars and some sort of jellyfish.
She's also wearing thigh-high socks just below her skirt, exposing her bouncy cream-like thighs that're filled with eroticism, making me want to pinch them. (HOLD UP)
With eyes huge enough to look like pearls, and a smooth almond brown matched together, making her look like a doll.
Her hair's a nice shade of brown, resembling coffee with cream mixed in. With a short rounded hairstyle that resembled a bob cut, outfit, eyes and her small stature, she resembled like a little mouse, pure and adorable.
" I told you last night over text that we needed to change it in time for our school's festival! If we kept the original, we wouldn't be finished within this timeframe." The girl opposite of her, shouted in frustration
. Unlike her, she's quite tall, almost as the same height as me
She's still wearing the uniform but this time without the blazer, but the top of her shirt is unbuttoned, making it possible to see her bare nape and moderately sized breasts, exposing her cleavage a bit. It seems that she's also wearing a black tee underneath and a black hoodie is tied onto her waist, draping over her skirt which creates a layering effect.
Her socks reach knee level, but their colors are mismatched. One is white while the other is black, with stripes at the tips of them with their opposite pallets.
She has long dark blue hair, with their tips braided and adorned with a white pearl accessory, with her bright golden eyes contrasting her hair, which makes them look like two lone stars surrounded by the dark black sky.
Overall, her appearance is akin to that of a angel, due to her immense beauty and exotic features. The two of them bicker for a while, before I notice that there were some pieces of equipment placed near them. A professional camera is perched on a tripod, barely holding it, accompanied by a ring light
I was taken aback by the two girls in front of me, questioning to myself, why the fuck were they in my skipping area? Did they just steal my shit?
Ah whatever, I'll go to the back to the office.
As I reluctantly head down the stairs I hear the voice of the petite girl calling to me. " Hey, you there! The guy watching us! Wanna' be part of the filming?"
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Arte et Labore
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by art and by labour