From the recent events, Kuyo finally reached the realization that he wasn't safe.
Be it at home, or at school.
However, he was currently in neither of those danger zones. He was ar the crossroad where all intersected, including his ****.
Through the hefty foot traffic, he unexpectedly stood still. He wasn't sure if he should go home. If he went home straight away, he might have to deal with his dad. However, if he didn't, he might have to deal with Morikawa and his gang.
He could've just stayed at the crossroad. However, he couldn't just stay there forever. Regardlessly stuck at the crossroad, he began to tear up, unable to handle the choice he was faced with.
Kuyo: This is hopeless. No matter what, I'll get attacked again. What the hell do I do?
Kuyo, hiding his face in embarrassment, looked down.
Thud.
Right in front of him was a book that fell from one of the passersby. Kuyo was confused at first, but he picked it up, and looked for the owner. However, he was no longer there. Almost as if he disappeared.
Kuyo: That's a bummer...
Kuyo read through the contents of the book to find any information on the owner. This looked more like a diary. It was very detailed, and showed no sign of ending.
However, what caught Kuyos' interest wasn't the length of the entries, or how detailed they were.
No, there was something very familiar in these diary entries. Those were Kuyos' thoughts.
"I confessed to my crush, Amelia, and she rejected me."
"I wetted my bed for the first time in 3 years."
"My dad slapped me again. I could tell he was drinking."
"I met Morikawa."
Kuyo had a feeling he was right. These entries seemed too familiar, he had similar experiences in his life, but they couldn't have been the exact same experiences, right?
Kuyo: Whose exactly is this? He must be living a life worse than mine.
At the thought of that, the tears in his eyes stopped flowing. Maybe he had someone to relate to for once.
Kuyo wondered how this persons life story started. And so, he flipped to the start of the end, and the first page, it said--
"On February 29, 20XX, I, Kuyo Iwatane, was born."
Kuyo looked oddly surprised. He was so confused, that he let someone bump into him. He then decided to move out of the crossroad.
Kuyo: There's no way this is my diary. I never wrote it.
Maybe it was coincidence that they shared the same birthday, and name as him. If it was, then this owner could be his potential best friend.
He flipped through the books for more information. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that these entries were extremely accurate in comparison to the experiences in his life. Who could've written it, though?
He noticed as he flipped through the pages that there was an entry for the day.
Kuyo: What the hell is going on? I couldn't have written this. Maybe I've got amnesia or something.
Sure, he got hit very hard, but he couldn't have sustained heavy brain damage from the attack.
He flipped through that days' entries for more clues.
This was too accurate.
The entries had records of everything from that day.
It had records of his morning.
His fight
How much he lost
The uncertainty he had of Morikawa
Even worse, his thoughts and his feelings.
All that would've only been known by Kuyo was written down by someone other than him.
This was mind boggling, he still didn't have enough clues, except he overlooked one thing.
Kuyo: There's an ending to this book.
He thought about, depending on how this 'book' ends, he'd finally reach a conclusion.
And then, he reached two conclusions.
One, the books' weird conclusion.
"I died."
"FIN."
And finally, his own conclusion. The answer to what this book was.
Kuyo: This is the story of my--
*****
The boy who not long ago didn't know where to go, finally ended up at his home.
There was a certain matter he had to resolve, one that could only be solved on that day and that day ONLY.
He had read the book he found at the crossroad, and it had a strange peculiarity. It's final entry was on that same day that he picked it up.
Why were those final words written at the end of the books? Why did the entry fall under THAT date? Who was responsible for this?
Those were the thoughts that ran through the boys' mind. He was expecting something to happen, and he needed to figure out how to stop it.
???: I'm home.
That voice that echoed the house with such a sweet tingle, was the voice that belonged to the boys mother.
*****
???: Anyone? Anyone?
The womans' calls were not answered, even though they could've been. They should've been. After all, he should've answered.
But he didn't, for some strange reason.
???: Well, could it be, he's off with friends? That's so great! My little boy, outside of the house for once. How amazing. I'd say he really needed it after...
The woman stopped her words as if she didn't want the boy to hear her words. She obviously didn't know. After all, the boy wasn't in sight, despite his heavy presence in the house.
She was worried about lowering the mood of the house, so she did what anyone would do, and uplifted her spirits.
???: Well, I'll just have to make his favorite. Katsu Curry!
The woman looked forward to making her sons' favorite meal. She had ingredients in her hand as if she had already planned to make it beforehand. However, something was missing.
???: Heh? Where are the panko crumbs? The fundamental ingredient for Katsu! Why isn't it here!!!
She had suddenly lost it. She really needed those panko crumbs. The worst part was that she didn't even have access to bread. There was only one thing she could do.
???: I guess I have to go to the store.
The women left the house on a journey to the nearest store. The unfortunate part is that the nearest convenience store wasn't exactly near.
The only reason she had the time to grab those ingredients was because the store was on the way to the house from her workplace. That meant going there would be a pain.
To make it even worse, she didn't have a car. The family had a car to use, but the only one who used it was the other man who lived in that house. However, she would rather walk over time to the store than call him to ask for anything.
After what occurred the previous day, there was no telling what would offend him. And so she left, heading to what was the most fundamental ingredient she needed.
This must've been her luck, because she was now headed away from the danger that would approach her home.
That was truly fortunate--
--Or was it all planned by the boy who escaped his hiding spot?
*****
Kuyo stood at away from the entrance door of the house. He seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe, he was waiting for the conclusion he wanted to reach.
Kuyo: This was all too strange. Though, this might be what I need.
He began to read through that days entry again. There were so many events written accurately in that book.
The incident with the beakless bird at school
Morikawas group attacking him.
Him standing at the crossword.
And even more strangely, his mom wanting to make him Katsu Curry.
That's why he took away all the bread and panko crumbs in the house, hoping to chase his mom away. He didn't want his mom involved in the crossfire to come.
See, if the book accurately recorded the events of the past, and it accurately predicted the future events of that day, then it was something like a grimoire. Containing unusual knowledge.
'He shot me.'
'He killed me.'
'I died.'
'... FIN.'
Aside from the absolutely unsettling conclusion that 'grimpite reached, there was one word that stuck out.
'I'.
Why was this all written in 1st person view. Why? Kuyo never wrote this book.
Kuyo: Am I gonna die?
Kuyo could only assume as much.
His name was entered into the book.
From the day he was born, to the day he'll die.
If that was the case, then the truth of the book was finally revealed.
Kuyo: Is this... really...
The evidence was very conclusive. This was a story that centred around Kuyo, until the day he'd day. This was truly an unfortunate story.
Kuyo: Is this really gonna be the story of my life. Or rather, the records of my ****
And that's storys' ending was soon to approach, with a glass bottle in its left hand.