Depression's Aid

"Salutations,"

"It's a person that your mind won't probably recognize"

No wait I'm not gonna sing the famous "Salutations" by Radel. A true random street singer of our city.

I'm Riju Yatemane, a… normal person like everyone else, repeating the same thing everyday, waking up in the morning, do the same ol' breakfast, grabbing my school bag and walk towards the school, go back at home when school is finished, waste my precious afternoon by deciding if to do homeworks today or tomorrow, do dinner and then sleep.

Hell, life in my opinion could be like this:

Born, grow up, go to school, finish school permanently, find a job, do the job, marry your "soulmate", get some kids, become old and die.

It's, too damn repetitive.

War, is becoming too.

Become a stupid person, try to build a group made of other stupid persons, stupidly fight for your "religion".

And why kill? Even the "Gods" that they worship wouldn't allow people to kill, just because they think that their "religion" is the most important one.

Or, become an insane person like someone in the past, who committed a genocide.

"Let's Bring Peace, folks!" is what I always heard when someone talks about war.

This peace won't last forever, there's always that one guy, who's going to press the "war button" and make our world go in ruin...

Maybe, I'll stop caring about this world. It's just going to go in ruin.

No matter how hard we try, the flame of despair that we created, won't stop expanding.

And so, here I am. Thinking if to suicide, or not.

Maybe I should run away, like a coward who can't face his weakness.

Or maybe, continue dreaming about a world, made up entirely by my imagination, with my own rules, balancing everything with just a thought.


I sigh, and closed my eyes to help myself relax, but when I opened them I found myself surrounded by girls and covered in dust.

I can't explain, how could this happen.

I was once staring at my wall in the darkness.

No light, no friends, no entertainment. No life.

Only imaginating.

Maybe, my depression made me imagine to be surrounded by girls.

I sighed once, thinking, that this was all a dream, and if it is,

I might as well enjoy it.

Probably it's one of those that they call "wet dream", or maybe not.

I analysed the place I'm in. It's almost wide like a church.

I then realised, that I was sitting on a table.

No wait: "This is not a table, it's a girl with lil' boobs".

The girl under me heard everything, and she suddenly shouted like a bear, but before shouting. She was covered by a strange light, that luckily, didn't hurt me, and she somehow became someone else.

"WHAT DID YOU SAID ABOUT MY CHEST?!" My ears are now ringing thanks to this table's words.

"I said, that your chest, is a table. Can I eat lunch there?" This situation is easily understandable, she screams, she then punches me, and then I begin to fly off her chest.

And I was right, she screamed, she punched me and I flew off her chest, luckily I'm used to be punched at the face, at the stomach, or even on my lower-parts.

But I didn't feel anything, I'm serious. The only thing I feel is that my bones are broke.


So, where was I?

Oh, right, I flew off her chest and then my head hit the "church's" wall, but that impact made me penetrate the wall.

Still, I didn't feel anything. But I can see that I'm terribly wounded, I'm still a human.

And now that I'm outside the "church", I looked around me.

It doesn't look familiar.

This, is not, my home town

Where am I then?


So... this is not a dream?

Interesting.

But the fact that I was REALLY terribly wounded, made me feel bad, a little.

And so I stood up, the crack sound could not be avoided, obviously. I can't feel pain anymore, but if I could feel it once again, I would probably scream like an eagle.


This city it's too "white" for me. The white buildings which are reflecting the... "Sun?"'s sunbeam made me blind for a second, but when I regained my eyes I looked behind me, staring at the hole that I made thanks to that table. But on that hole, cute girls pooped up from nowhere, those eyes, they look worried about me. I shook my head and gave them a thumbs up.

They sighed, it looks like they understood that I'm okay. Well, my mind is okay, but I don't know about my body.

So I started to walk and, what a surprise! I tripped and fell.

"Damn it." It's all I could have said, in that moment, but quickly my ears heard something that fell on the ground, I looked at my right. It was a "Compa's Aid Kit". I'm serious, it's named "Compa's Aid Kit." There's even a nameplate that says it, with some hearts on it.

"Don't worry! I'll make your injuries disappear!" Says a girly voice. Using some logic, is obvious that the one who spelled those words is a girl.

"You'll just make the injury disappear like magic? What about the pain? I don't think it will disappear that fast." I said, trying to tease her a little bit.

"Well… uhm… I'll just heal you!" Eh, It worked, she's now confused.

With her now healing my body, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep like a baby.

… … …

… … …

… … …

I opened my eyes, finding myself lying on a bed, I looked around...

I'm on a girl's room, I was hoping to be brought on an hospital…

But I noticed there was a small girl, sitting on a flying book.

She was staring at me, like if she knew me.

I can understand what does that look mean: "You're really hurt… just rest for a bit… okay?". It's so easy to read every expression.

But I wanted to make this silence disappear, since I noticed that she was almost falling into the deepest sleep. But I don't know.

A little girl's head lying on my chest because she suddenly fell asleep, would be great to "feel".

But, I still want to make this silence disappear.

So I waited when her eyes began to close, to let my hand go unnoticed on her head...

And it worked, she made a little cute scream, and jumped, but not that much, otherwise her butt and her flying book wouldn't be together like they're doing right now.

"Hello, or I might as well say Good morning, Afternoon or night." I said, smiling weakly, with my emotionless eyes staring at her.

She put her hands on mine, she looks like she cares about me…

Does she know me?

Oh wait, she made my hand go back on where it was, on my face.

"It's Good morning. Yesterday… well you know what happened…".

This little girl, looks a little bit tired…

"Yes, I know that I've been hit by a table, but I don't know how in the hell I came here," I said while pausing a little.

I sighed: "I guess that I'm on another world."

"How do you know that?". She looks most likely surprised.

"Well, there's no way that I could find such a cute lovely girl, sitting on a flying book. I mean, that book is violating the laws of physics." Man, if this is a dream. It's a good one.

"Oh, well, cute, lovely? Uhm… Anyway, I brought you here." Impossible, but it's even impossible that a book is flying! Seriously! My curiosity is killing me!

Oh right, she blushed a little because I called her "A cute lovely girl". Eh, it's easy to play with a girl's emotions.

"Impossible. But I think saying impossible now it's useless, since it's even impossible to a book to fly, but now I'm seeing it. I guess that everything in this world of yours, the impossible is possible." Says my curiosity.

"You don't wanna know why you're here?" Again, she looks surprised.

"Well, of course I do. I was staring at my wall in the darkness, and then, I just blinked once, and I found myself on a church!" I said.

"Technically, it's not a church. It's called "Basilicom". And… the reason why you're here…" Oh? I'm finally going to acknowledge the secret about, why I'm here in the first place. Great.

"While I was checking if everything was alright in Gamindustri, I sensed… a very great… depression. It was you. You're most likely the human form of depression itself. So to save you, with all my powers that I have, I teleported you, in our dimension." She says. She really looks worried about me.

"And I though, that I was dreaming. Anyway, a different dimension, uh?" I sighed once to pause a little.

"Thanks for taking me here. I guess, that my depression helped me for the first time." I smiled a little, I moved my hand, trying to reach her head to pat her a little.

A gentle pat, was needed for a little girl like her. From her look, it looks like… she enjoyed that gentle pat.

"But you know, I still don't understand why, why only me. In my dimension, there are most likely, more people depressed than me, more better than me and more sexier than me. " I said

"No, you're the only one sane person, with so much depression in you. Sure, it's true that there are people much more depressed than you, better than you... s-sexier than you... But they already lost their mind. But, you. You're an exception. You're still a normal human, but you're filled with so much depression, sadness, anger and-" I interrupted her.

"I'm still here, because. I kept dreaming. My imagination, made me create a world that I could create on a peace of paper simply with words, just to comfort myself. But I still don't know if I should suicide or-" And now, she interrupted me, by shutting my mouth with her, little and soft finger.

"Just rest a little." She says with a very, calm tone.

"Do you mind if I hug you? It's… been a very, very, long time. Since I hugged someone." I widely opened my arms, telling her, that I'm ready for a hug.

She nodded: "If this will make you feel better." And so we hugged.

You know, hugging a little girl, would most likely make me a pedophile, but I don't know.

It's like hugging a giant peace of bread.

Obviously, someone entered the room, slamming the door, creating a huge noise that made my ears ring.

The girl noticed our hugging, and said: "Histy! So Nep-Nep was right! In reality you fell in love with him!" I laughed a little bit, because this girl that was being called "Histy", quickly stopped with the hugging and started to blush.

"Don't worry, I'm single." Man, If I loooove to tease people.

"Like if that would make this situation go better!" This "Histy" started to "hit" me with her small hands, but luckily I can't feel pain. But I guess that if I could, it wouldn't do that much damage to me.

"Calm down Histy! You'll make the injuries re-open again!" Says the girl. So, she's the nurse that brought me here. Well, as I imagined, a nurse needs a big chest and needs to be cute. This, is, a "TRUE" nurse.

"Don't worry, her little hands aren't capable to hurt my body." And so, to make her stop, I threw my pillow at her! "Boom. Headshot." She hopefully stopped, and said: "Well, since you're here Compa, there's no need for me to look after him."And she left the room dramatically. Hopefully the nurse named Compa, gave me the pillow back.

"Compa, uh? So, that's your name. Thanks for yesterday. Do you know by any chance, the name of that table that punched my face?" Somehow, I can feel the wrath of the raging table by simply saying these words that I said.

"No problem! Anyway, the name of the girl that punched you, is Blanc. Anything else?" While Compa was pronouncing those words, I immediately and carefully studied her… Same look, she looks worried like "Histy".

Why I'm not talking about her clothes? Now is not the time.

"I need you." Ahaha… Teasing is the best thing in the world.

"Wah?! Uhm… I didn't know that my body makes someone recover fast… I never studied that a nurse's body can heal someone!" Damn, she's truly going into it…

"Woah, don't worry. I was just joking around. You see, I like to tease people, a bit. I'll take a bottle of water." And so, she quickly made that worried expression disappear and replaced it with a cute smile.

"A bottle of water. Okay! I'll be back!" And by saying that, she left the room, slamming the door just to make sure she closed it safely.

And so, here I am. With me staring at the roof and the silence trying to comfort me. And to kill some time… I started to imagine how my life would go, If I wasn't being teleported here…

Mmmhhh… Same old boring and repetitive life, I'm now kinda excited what's going to happen here. "Histy" said that she's going to save me. I guess she's giving me a chance to reborn as a new Riju Yatemane.

But the slam of the door took me by surprise.

"Well, that was fast." I said, moving my hand to reach the bottle of water.

"Here you go, your bottle of water, as requested." She puts the bottle of water on my hand. I stood up and started to drink it near her. I then closed the bottle and SLAMMED my head on the pillow once again.

"So… How do you feel now?" She asks.

"The same as ever, filled with depression, sadness, and all that sad stuff." I answered.

"Oh…" She started to look deeply at me, how can I make people worry about me? Seriously… do I look that helpless to everyone?

She then closed her eyes and made her head rest on my chest, she then opened her eyes saying: "Are you… telling the truth?"

"Doesn't my expression describe who I am? Emotionless eyes? And not being shy for your chest's size...?" That was my answer.

She pouted a little.

"You're really hard to understand…" Says Compa.

But she quickly smiled and happily stood up.

"But who knows! Maybe deep down In your depression… there's probably an hidden treasure waiting to be opened!" She says.

"Are you implying that I'm a dungeon that wants to be desperately explored?" I said.

"I don't know… But a male's body is the biggest dungeon that I need to explore… On our books there's nothing that explains how a male's body is, and how it works… You know… This is my chance to-"

"No. I don't want to be violated by a nurse, just because you seek knowledge of a male's body." I said, trying to use my words as my shield to reflect Compa's curiosity.

"Aww… Well… See you tomorrow!" And so, she left me alone, once again. By slamming the door with all her might.

With all this talking… The time went really fast. It was already night.

I still didn't do anything in this world, I just walked once, tripped once.

And finished my second day in this world by just lying on a bed… *pant*

I smiled a little and closed my eyes…

I now know 3 girls of this world.

The Little girl that they call: "Histy", the one that brought me here and aid me: "Compa", and the table that punched me: "Blanc".

So, dear me.

Suicide, or not?