Theatre.

"Only good comes from humans and they are the only species on the planet that can maintain order, but some are bound by a sick conviction to spread what we believe to be evil and what they believe is good. Humans are capable of the worst deeds imaginable, yet some are intrinsically good. I believe there exists such a thing as a good person. Don't you agree, my dear friend, Kei?" 

I couldn't agree with this person and I should also mention this person isn't a friend.

Rarely do people ever commit good deeds, honestly, whenever I indulged myself in the internet there was nothing but slop created for the gluttonous masses willing to consume anything.

The only intention people have under their false masks of purity are disgusting monstrous faces waiting to pounce on any amount of innocence the world has to offer. I just couldn't wrap my head around the concept of human beings having a pure soul, not corrupted by the infinite amount of miasma that formed around Earth the moment Adam took a bite of God's apple.

It's not like I believed people never did good things, it's just that we consciously choose to commit harmful deeds and act as if the good balances it out. The only pure thing that this world offers is balance.

"Hah! God, Kei you're always such a funny guy aren't you?"

She read my mind again, doesn't she know how disgusting it feels to have someone stick their hands into your brain and mushing it around, scrambling together your thoughts with no concern for you? Disgusting. I did not think I was joking, she knew that, but she loved teasing and it never failed to get the best of me. I spoke my mind to her--I hated her--I wanted to drive a stake through her throat anytime that she opened that venomous mouth.

"Why are your cheeks blowing up like that while glaring at me…? That's weird, stop that pufferfish boy." She chuckled.

Weird.

This tall, smug, Japanese girl I was talking to was Kamijou. Only Kamijou, she never told me her full name because the meaning of her surname is enough to describe her essence. Apparently, it means something like "One above god" or "One above the heavens", quite pretentious and egotistical in my opinion… 

Kamijou was something of a martial arts savant that I had met at the academy I was currently attending. There seemed to be some pretty impressive rumors that she knocked out the leader of the Judo Club, Karate Club, Taekwondo Club–wait, why does this school have so many clubs and how is she beating all of these guys!? I mean, Kamijou's stature was truly that of a skyscraper… Even taller than me. Obviously, I wasn't sure but she had to be at least 6'2.

Could it be that I'm really short or is she just that tall? 170cm isn't short right? No, it's definitely so short to the point that it shouldn't even be something debatable, why did I have to be cursed by midget genetics!

Her limbs look as if they were stretched out by some medieval torture device and her body looks like God wanted to make her the most gifted woman in history–in a way that would be too vulgar for me to say. And speaking of gifts, her hair–right now, she was wearing a hat, but under that was a spectacle of blue. An ocean of blue. Deep blue. Oceanic, but royal… The very definition of elegance and beauty, that's honestly all a person could think about when looking at her hair. Honestly, it would've been a gift from the heavens to see her hair,

She was never known to have good grades and doesn't do much but bully our martial clubs, play video games, and read her boys love novels, but when she makes a decision it's absolute. She's kind of like a warrior character in a video game that only has strength and dexterity maxed out. 

"Hey Kei… Why are you staring at me so much? You must be in love with me right? That's actually the only thing it could be? I'll let you kiss me if you just admit it." Kamijou ran up to me and immediately tried to lock me into a hug, but I was able to dodge it just by a bit. "No, I thought you'd be smart enough to know I don't like you."

… I really tried my best to hide it, but that kiss offer was so incredibly worth it. I should've accepted it in a heartbeat. I hope another offer like that arises sometime, passing out on something like that will never be an option in my life ever again.

"Kei hates me." She said, sadly.

"Kind of." I said, dejectedly.

"Kei wants me dead… Kei wants me to drown, Kei wants me to choke on a piece of guava candy, Kei wants me to fall off of a building, Kei wants me to–"

She kept on going, but I decided to just tune out her babbling and surveyed our usual meeting place. To be honest, I have no idea why she wanted to meet here so much, such a stupid, sad place to sit and talk. It was a depressing, abandoned factory that should've been the set for a horror movie, but it was the place she thought was the safest–not that I knew why any other location would be unsafe. I wasn't particularly interested in Kamijou, but she was the only person I knew who could entertain me with these meaningless conversations of cheap philosophizing. 

We've only come here on whims too. I truly don't think there has been one time where we have both coordinated a meeting here besides our first time, there was no need for communication. We knew when we felt like talking, so we always came when we felt like it and there hasn't been one time where we have missed each other.

Talking to her was the only thing that kept me living to be honest. I don't think my death would particularly effect anyone and that's the exact reason I haven't done something as grand as suicide. That's because it wouldn't affect anything, there is no cause in my life due to how I think and there is no effect because of my essence. Nothing is important to me, not even the future ahead of me.

It had been long since Kamijou recovered from her little stumble and had started speaking. "Kei… You know these conversations we have are really the only things I care about nowadays."

Weird.

Why?

Why is she lying?

It was obvious to me that she was lying in the first place, If anything… This person had successfully cultivated her life to the fullest. What significance do these conversations have to her life, what significance do I hold for her. It's scary thinking how she might view me. It's scary thinking that my view on her could change, I hope it won't–it's too much.

Think.

Why am I so retarded?

Why dwell on her so much?

Think.

"It seems like you're trying to humor me too. I wouldn't say you're extremely good at it." I had finally resolved myself and blurted out a smart comment, but when I had finally turned around to see her reaction I noticed a slight change in her expression before she started speaking. It looked as if her lips had just curved into a smile. 

"Kei, you're so cold. Anyways, have we not been joking around for too long? Let's get back to what we were talking about. Tell me, Kei..."

Honestly, I wouldn't mind ending off this conversation right now, but at the same time I was too scared to face her. I feel like being on an equal level with her is something out of my element. 

 "Alright, then is it possible to live a completely sinless or sinful life? Humans weren't put on this planet to be perfect, nor were they put her to be malicious. Every life is born on a border of grey and spreads their arms and legs to the side that is good and the side that is evil.

Kamijou had actually looked quite befuddled at my take, so I thought I had finally said something smart, but. "Jesus Christ, are you stupid Kei? If people can simultaneously lean towards good and bad then how does that mean that one can't fully roll over towards one side? It's stupid. Really Stupid. Beyond stupid. I want you to take an IQ test once you get back home, idiot."

As much as that just pissed me off I decided to keep my composure and lift one finger up as if I was an intellectual. "Yeah, but for example, I could take the life of one human being for another. Now, tell me if that is an act of good or evil, Kamijou."

"It depends, if you are killing for this person and they have some sort of grudge for the victim, then yes it's evil. And the same goes for if our "assassin" here has an actual good reason for you to commit this act, no matter what you'd end up leading towards good or bad. It's like a scale, depending on where you add the weight one side will end up tipping down lower than the other." Cheers to something new.

"Well, it depends on how we view the situation, right? It's a matter of our own values and worldview that changes how we would handle and view this. It's an inherently flawed question that ends in a stalemate. It's getting late and I have morning classes so I think I'll take my leave."

Kamijou instantly shot forward towards me in a flash, grabbed me by the shoulders, and yelled straight into my face. "No! We're not ending this conversation yet!!" She sat me back down, I accepted it, and she offered a rebuttal.

God, does she have no self control?

Another stupid question with an obvious answer.

"Aaah… Kei you have to think about it. What if you're tasked to kill someone who must die. Someone who commits heinous acts because it's simply part of their nature. An absolute existence who must die, a flaw that passed through God's system."

She's spouting bullshit now.

There is no being that must absolutely die or live.

All humans hold value, we hold value just through living. That's why I don't care about dying. That intrinsic value that humans hold was not bestowed to me the moment I was born. I do not know why fate had handed me such terrible cards. It's a game of chess where I was given no pieces, everybody advances forward and I have no choice but to be a spectator.

Why do I have to be good or bad? Is there any point in picking a side? No, of course there isn't, not picking is the safest choice. An inability to do nothing gives you the ability to both avoid good and bad interactions. 

I grabbed my bag, got out of the withering chair I was sitting in, and made my leave. No goodbyes or farewells, we had mutually agreed that both of us had no interest in that anyways. However, unlike regularly, I decided to look back for once.

She had a solemn look, it was almost scary to see her looking like this. Those blue eyes ,those two oceans glistening beneath the moonlight, making me feel a rare sense of divinity. The light–that was now beaming on me–was permeating my very soul. I immediately looked back, as to not be swayed by the light, I continued walking and walked out of the room. Whilst on my way, I heard something.

"Bye bye."

That was the last normal conversation I would have with Kamijou.