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Only the Original Characters (OC) within this story
(Bright Flower)
Chapter 1: My Restarting Point
Question: Can people restart with their lives?
Answer: Yes and no.
Elaboration: People can indeed restart their lives by moving away from where their currently live, quit their jobs to pursue another, living by new principles and use it as a stage to achieve a better life. However, you cannot literally restart or reset your life and thus all actions in the life you lived remain. Your past will not disappear, your words heard, your actions witnessed, all effects in the life you lived remain as they are. Your past is what makes you who you are, or rather, the situations and experiences of your past are what shaped you to be who you are. So, if you are restarting your life; are you resetting your identity? Not at all, you can move and restart in a sense that your past won't become a hindrance to your present and future but you won't lose your previous traits simply by moving.
Moving is only step one in restarting life, the next steps will be up to the person who desires to restart his/her life.
And this is what happened today.
One small step for an individual, one giant step towards independence.
In a sense, I have restarted my life by moving to an apartment complex in Chiba city within Chiba Prefecture to attend Sobu High School. The apartment complex building is white in colour and has 5 floors and a ground floor. The apartment doors are painted in a different colour according to each floor probably so we don't get mixed up. The door of my apartment is… reddish brown, the same colour as my hair before I dyed it.
… Kami-sama, is this a sign for something to come? Just please make sure not to screw me over again…
The ground floor is where the landlady lives with her 13 cats… Yup, she's an old, single and lives with many cats. Thankfully, the landlady is not crazy but actually very sweet. The area where the apartment complex is built is also conveniently close to several hospitals, universities, parks and other facilities which should've made the prices here skyrocket, considering I is actually a beautiful building inside out, but I suppose I shouldn't complain since I could afford it.
… I'm almost 99.9% sure that people died here and their ghosts still roam within this building, which might explain why my floor only has 5 apartments occupied … I swear Kami-sama…
Chiba prefecture is not where I was born but it is where I spent my last few years with my late grandfather. And I heard that Chiba city is where he lived in his younger days and although it has evolved considerably, I still want to bear witness to what my grandfather has seen.
… It is also where, … where my parents met. My mom and dad…
My apartment is 501, nice and spacey with a view of the always beautiful Chiba city and the school I will attend. When I moved in, it was pretty much devoid of furniture, aside from the basic electronics such as ACs in the living room and the bedroom, a washing machine in the laundry room, a flat screen television, a refrigerator in the kitchen and other electronic kitchen appliances.
On the day I moved in (today), I had the movers move my newly purchased furniture into the apartment. The apartment itself has a balcony where I could dry my clothes off and roomy enough to sit or lie down if I wanted to bask in the sun's glory in the afternoon. I have the view of the school, the sea and the general area. The wind also blows to my direction, which is a plus. A newly furnished living room (or lounge, whichever you call it) with two sofa beds (one is red and the other is blue), two softarm chairs, one leather chair and placed in the centre were two wooden coffee tables. At the corner of the room right next to the balcony is a Bluetooth speaker and a black, sleek, shiny and BEAUTIFUL EXISTANCE, PIANO-SAMA! … I apologise for my enthusiasm… and you'll find out why I cherish the piano.
The ocean breeze might have a negative effect on Piano-sama but I have all the materials needed to take good care of him.
Don't worry, Piano-sama~ I'll clean every inch of you~
… Don't worry, you'll get used to it, I promise.
A single bedroom towards the right-side of the living room with some closets, a kotatsu, nightstands, a door leading to a private bathroom and a few 'gifts' left behind by a lonely, LONELY, LONELY WOMAN… things I had to break, burn and scatter the ashes outside the balcony … I was NOT ready to see such things… my virgin eyes… at least the window has a nice view?
Thankfully, I brought my own bed because… well, you know…
A laundry room on the left side of the living room. Another bathroom beyond the [1]Landry room. A clean kitchen with everything working properly. A study room with what you expect; a desk, chair, desk lamps, bookshelves and file cabinets.
I'm sure you figured it out already but my new apartment is not Japanese in style, it's western which further surprises me that it was… surprisingly affordable when it really should be very expensive and THAT supports my theory on dead people and ghost, but I digress.
You might be thinking 'Can this person REALLY afford such an apartment? And for how long?', which is understandable if you realise that I'm a 16 year old girl.
The only reason I could afford living here for 7 to 8 more years is thanks to my late grandfather. I wasn't the only member of the family whom he had left, but he took me in, cared for and loved me in my time of need right after elementary school when my… father… died tragically, a story that will appropriately be told another time. My mother left when I was in 3rd grade but that is also another story for another time, there is a time and place for every story and I'm afraid I'll go on an endless rant but to summarise both stories of my parents into four words, it'd be 'I didn't like them'. My father wasn't the kindest man and my mother, having abandoned me and my father, left and we never spoke or met ever.
I was closest to my grandfather and he was closest to me but when he finally passed away in his sleep, I didn't –or rather couldn't- cry. Because I accepted the fact that he was sick when he took me in and was with him. He was an angel; a wonderful one deserved an award as the best grandfather in Japan in which he was, to me at least.
His story is one I would gladly tell, time and time again.
An old man took care of his granddaughter when no one could or would, spent his last few years teaching her how to play a piano, how to love and the importance of people. He was wonderful to her all the way to the day he passed away in his sleep on the day of his granddaughter's middle school graduation day. And even then, he wrote a letter just before his passing about his regret of not witnessing his granddaughter's graduation.
That was the kind of man my grandfather was.
In his will, he requested that everything he owned would be sold and the money would be transferred to my bank account while a letter attached to it was addressed to me. In the letter was a speech of inspiration, and it went like this;
…
My dearest Bright Flower,
I hope that you are not too broken up about my passing, and if you were crying then please wipe those tears away. It was inevitable and I'm sure that you realised I was barely holding on and was living on borrowed time. As much as I would have loved to watch you grow to be the wonderful person I knew you were, I couldn't fight back the natural death that eventually come to aging people. But I'm not writing to you about the feeling and the past, no, I want to write to you in order to straighten everything out and leave nothing forgotten.
First of all, in accordance to my will, everything I owned will be sold except for the furniture that you'd like to keep. That's right, I'll have the house, interiors and all other items sold and before you become upset, I've made sure that the lawyers will make sure you pick what furniture you'd like to take for yourself and everything else sold will go to your bank account. I won't be there for you but I can at least give you enough yen to last years without struggle. I also know that taking care of the house will be very difficult on your own, which is why I'll have it sold and give you the options of moving into one of Chiba's apartment buildings which you'll find in my desk. It will give you the options of moving into one of Chiba's apartment buildings which you'll find in my desk. It will give you the chance to be independent and I know how you felt like you were leeching off of me but let me tell you something, you were no, you ARE the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
Well, except when I had to give you the talk about sex and periods which were very awkward and explaining the use of tampons and other female products that made my heart drop and don't get me started on going and buying them and getting all those looks… though, I'm glad you learned quickly.
Having said that, I still wish for you to experience the greatness of Chiba even without me by your side. You are the only things that mattered to me in life and you can forget about the other gold-diggers, none of them are getting a single yen.
Lastly, my most prized possession… Piano-sama. The very personification of beauty that I was in love with, even more so than I love your grandmother, in whom she told me to marry him but there was no legal way for me to do so. So, I settled with second best, which your grandmother was still upset about all the way to the grave … at least I'm going to hell so I won't meet her. (Don't ask…, not that you'd be able to)
So, my money is yours and you have optional places to move to.
That is all I have to say.
Take care of yourself, Bright Flower
P.S. – If you scratch Piano-sama, I'll break hell's doors and haunt you! Wash him with the special cloth and use the special oil that I told you about. I love you, Piano-sama~
…
He chose to sell everything just to make sure I have enough to live as a teenager and young adult without worry, even after his death. Ignoring the fact that he knew he was going to hell and that he threatened to haunt me if I scratched Piano-sama (as if I'll let anyone scratch my love~), he was a wonderful man.
A wonderful man indeed. Jokes aside, he loved his big, black, thick… sorry, let me try that again.
He loved the grand piano so much, he played for hour and hours like a man possessed. He once went to the hospital for kidney failure and arm-wrestled the doctors to temporarily move the piano to his assigned room, I… actually sided with grandpa rather than the doctor. With a bit of acting, tears and fear of death, I convinced the doctor to not only apologise for obstructing my grandfather's 'possibly last days of his life' but also to have the board of directors purchase a piano to e placed within in the hospital. Needless to say, many patients were happy and some miraculously healed. On the other hand, shouldn't I be ashamed for deceiving the doctor? My answer will always be a resounding 'NO' … what was I monologuing about again? Ah, yes, my grandfather's love for piano…
Giving me the piano (Piano-sama~) shows the extent of his love for me, by giving me what he regards as the most precious possession. 'Music that resonates with heart and soul, and the instrument of my heart and soul… I give to you' is what he meant by his decision.
He wasn't a professional pianist himself but he loved playing it, and I inherited that love. So much so, I played his favorite piece on the day he died and the day I came back from the cemetery. I believe he is happy wherever he is… no, wait, he did say he'd be going to hell for some reason…
All in all, today is the day I finally start my life as an independent individual.
Ah! I should introduce myself.
Hello, my name is Akechi H-… Mizuki and I am 16 years old Japanese girl. If you ask me how I would describe myself, then I would say that I am very… eccentric. A little bit violent and even less bit of a… pervert. Yes, I said, I'm a pervert but it's not my fault!
7th of March
10:30 AM
Chiba Apartment Complex
In front of the building
The movers finally left after carrying my grandpa's piano, my bags, boxes and placing them in the living room of my new apartment. They were pretty fast and efficient but… *sigh*… of course there's always that one pervert who ogles at the female client … I can only shake my head at the female idiocy and blatant disrespect of his action but at least one glare from ' murderous eyes' made him flinch away. Good thing he wasn't confrontational or this would have been a real a pain in the ass… though I'm sure he's pretty familiar with the concept, figuratively and literally. Though I suppose it's only natural that he would flinch away since 'The eyes are the windows to the soul as they say.'
"What does that say about me?" I said to no one in particular.
I can only grin at that quote… whoever came up with it.
Anyway, I already finalized my contract with the landlady right next to me who owns the apartment complex building. She also glared at the man who was ogling at me but the idiot flinched before she could start lecturing him. The old cat lady is pretty nice and sweet but far too optimistic in her words, though I am grateful that some people reach her age with a bit of innocence and optimism still attached. Well, I should check if there's anything else I need to kno-
"So, where are you from, Mizuki-chan?" The landlady asked with a gentle smile. It would've warmed my twisted heart if it wasn't for one thing…
"Oh, I'm from Chuo of the Tokyo Prefecture but moved to Narita about 4 years ago. And please don't add the 'chan' suffix to my name, it brings back bad memories." My eyes twitched but kept a small smile as I spoke.
"Ahh, that brings back so many memories of my escapades with my lo-" NO! OI BABA! I will not listen to this old woman's deviant adventures in her younger days! Quick, brain, think of a solution!
"Let me stop you right there, obasan." I chose the bunt approach and hoped that she wouldn't deviate and use her senile excuse o mess with me. "I'm sure escapades were hot and steamy but I'm way too young to listen to your adventures. So, please spare me." I turned away with a controlled blush and lowered the volume of my voice but was still loud enough to be heard.
Akechi Mizuki, ladies and gentlemen! Best actress in Chiba!
"Ohoho, maybe I'll tell you when you become older then, eh?"
Yes! Danger averted for now and the mission is a success!
"But Mizuki-chan," My eye twitched as she, again, added the 'chan' suffix to my name. "But I must say, you have the most beautiful eyes, if I was younger I'd skin you alive out of jealousy, ohohoho!"
… Oi baba, don't say scary things like that [or I won't be able sleep tonight!] Are you jealous of my eyes or of my skin? Take your pick, you can't envy my eyes and skin me ali-… you know what, forget it.
I chuckled at her threat… I better block the doors and windows and shit, who knows? She might be the Japanese H.H. Holmes and there's a secret passage to dispose of her victims' corpses, scary!
"You should thank your parent for the gift of life and those beautiful eyes, okay?" … at that, I just dropped the strained, uncomfortable smile and instinctively glared at her.
She recoiled which I took notice and realized I glared at her… not good. Time for damage control. I covered my eyes and showed her a sad smile and spoke weakly.
"I-I'm sorry, I… I don't have the best relationship with my parents. My… mother left me when I was young and my dad… he died in an accident years ago, the only family who sincerely loved me had died recently, so 'family' is kind of a sore subject for me. Sorry…"
PERFECT! Using my sympathy card always works, especially used by a girl. The tragic death of my father, the abandonment of my mother and the recent death of grandpa is a triple combo that will win me massive sympathy points. And I was right!
The old lady looked at me with apologetic eyes when I removed my hand and faced her. The corner of my eyes is moist and she's cry for me at any moment but held strong. Ganbare, obasan.
"I see, I see. I'm sorry for being so insensitive. "She wiped her tears away and I waved off her concern and waited for what she's say next. (I predict the topic of my grandfather's passing)
"So, about your grandfather, when did he pass away?"
Called it!
"He died on the day I graduated middle-school…" I looked at the ground while she widened her eyes. So, she's not senile after all. If she calls me 'Mizuki-chan' one more time, somebody will have a heart attack.
"But! That was just last week, wasn't it? On March 1st if I recall correctly, so why…?"
I suppose it's understandable why she's a bit upset. Or outraged. Or whatever. Telling her that it's all part of independence might be acceptable or she'd choose to argue, old women tend to stick their noses where they don't belong. More sympathy points couldn't hurt…
At this point, you might be thinking that I'm a manipulative bitch but you'd be… well, you're right. But who's to say that not most girls are like that?... I'm probably gonna meet grandpa in hell…
"When I said 'the only family who sincerely loved me died recently', I didn't mean that there aren't any family members left. I meant that they didn't accept me and so-"
I was interrupted by a quick embrace from the landlady and she was crying, while I smiled internally. Normally, I'd feel bad about doing this and especially since she's a sweet old lady who did nothing wrong… but I guess I'm not completely cured of the poison I inherited from idiots. Hatred is very infectious when you spend years on the receiving end, you become cold-hearted… I really am a bitch but the sad thing I'd that I don't really care.
"I'm so sorry!" The landlady cried into my chest. "I didn't know that such a young girl had suffered so much, I had no idea. Forgive this naïve obasan, ne?"
"It's alright, I'm used to the pain." I wave off her apology.
"No girl should be used to such pain. And you… oh never mind. I'm sorry, I guess I'm not very good at making or keeping up conversations." She said sheepishly. "I hope you enjoy your stay in your new apartment. You already have the keys and if you need anything else, I'll be on the ground floor."
Huh, I was waiting on her to ask me about me being 17 in 31st of March while I'll be going on high school this April. I'm sure she noticed the inconsistency but I gotta give her credit for keeping quiet rather than egg me on for more information.
I mentally smile to myself.
Time to cash in on my sympathy point~
"Ahh, obasan, I'd actually like to ask about my neighbours in apartment 502. Can you tell me about who they are and what they like and don't like? I'd like to get along with them if possible." I gave her the best smile I had that had hope and innocence written all over it.
I don't need to get familiar with any another neighbor on my floor. One is enough and the one next to my place is vital, depending on if I can rely on them or trust them in times of need. Of course, I plan on giving all of my neighbors on my floor gifts as customary and tradition by the Japanese people, but my focus is on those in apartment 502.
"Oya? Well, you don't have to worry about that, Mizuki-chan." My eye twitched. "The old lady there is single and has no friends."
First of all, I'll plot something against you, baba… Secondly, isn't it harsh to call a lady 'single' AND 'has no friends'? … But if that is true, then that is good. I hope she's not some cougar or a violent creep but I do prefer to associate with loners, easier to get to know them, more time focused on each other and I'll have someone I could for us- trust in a week.
Now, to fish for more info…
"That's alright, I associate better with loners. So please, tell me everything you know about her!" I give her a smile stronger than the previous one. And this time, she gives me everything I need.
"Oh, what a sweet child you are, Mizuki-chan." She wiped a non-existent tear. "You're too good for her but I suppose even that single, friendless, old woman like that might deserve some sym-[ ]no, a universal amount of pity."
And then she gave me all the information related to her… in fact, too much information. What the hell, baba? Her favourite food, HER 3 SIZES AND UNDERWEAR COLOURS, her daily schedules, her favourite cigarette brand and that she's a chain-smoker… Baba, do you have cameras all over her apartment or something? Do you have cameras in MY apartment? And why do you sound like you hate her? Could you really be the Japanese version of H.? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! AND GET A FUCKING HOBBY! No, wait, FOCUS ON YOUR CATS!
I continued to wear the ultimate smile and nodded to let her know I was listening. I… feel tired… and I paid for 3 years in advance to stay here… fuck my life…
And for fuck's sake, STOP CALLING ME 'MIZUKI-CHAN'!
…
The 'possibly spying' landlady gave me more than enough information about the woman in apartment 502, who will probably hear me play the piano the loudest. The apartment below mine is being used as storage room until the date comes to sell them and move them somewhere… I'll check it out later when I get the chance.
I waved the old lady goodbye as I walked into the building to get my apartment.
First things first, I have to unpack everything, put them to place, check if there are any cameras hidden in my apartment, then shop for grocery, gifts for other residents in the same floor, cook for my neighbor which I decided would be okonomiyaki (Japanese pancake) and ramen with beef which I found out were favoured by the current resident of apartment 502. A long list.
Hmm… did I forget anything else? She usually comes at night (which the old lady speculated that she's having an escapade… I hope I won't walk into weird situations or find objects that would need to be destroyed, burned to ash and scattered… my virgin eyes…), I've got plenty of time until then.
Right, time to get to work.
The path to the apartments is open, so I embrace the sunshine I left moments ago, a relaxing and welcoming feeling washed over as I opened the reddish- brown door (which I still think might have a meaning) and went inside. I was welcomed with the sight of my bags and boxes placed right next to Piano-sama~ I opened the balcony's curtains that blocked the sunlight and opened the sliding glass door of the balcony. I inhaled the scent of sea salt in the air.
It's a beautiful day for some work… that's weird for a teenage girl, huh? Whatever. I'm wearing a black T-shirt that's a bit too big for me and baggy grey pants, my midnight black dyed hair tied in a French Braid reaching the middle of my back. I'm not one for fashion and this is fine to me, relaxing an I can work in it. Well, let's get to it…
7th of March
11:40 AM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Apartment 501, Living room
"Ahh! Finally," I said as I stretched, listening to my joints making those popping sounds.
All my books are put away, re-checked all cupboards and cleaned up whatever was not cleaned by whomever the landlady hires, checked the electronics and put away all my clothes and other items. I also checked if the landlady had installed hidden cameras here but I found none. It's only the resident of apartment 502? Seriously, how'd you get on the bad side of the old hag? The fridge is empty so I need to go shopping for ingredients and necessities. I already wrote a list so all I have to do now is get my iPhone, wallet (a purse would NOT suit me) and my cap. I checked myself in the mirror. A small car visible right at the corner of my left brow which made me look fierce and badass. I put on a jacket and a fashionable surgical mask that seems to be popular, though I wear it because people have been staring at my face for too long…
I put on some sunglasses and with my 'suspicion as fuck' choice of clothing complete, I left for the supermarket nearby. Not before promising Piano-sama~ to return.
"Worry not my love! I'll return to play you to my heart's content!" I say with a smile.
… Yes, I'm very lonely.
Jokes aside, I locked the door and left the building. I drink in the view to memorise the area and make a mental map of where everything is. It'll be useful when the zombie outbreak finally happens… *sigh*
I exit the complex building and building and walk left towards the direction of the supermarket. I drank in the sight and took note of whatever I'll find a necessity or necessary on a rainy day. It never hurts being careful… well, I still might want to get back at the landlady a bit now that I think it, it'd be childish and tedious. Although I do hold a grudge, my twisted heart can sometimes show mercy and… who am I kidding? I'll just do something later when I get the chance.
There are a lot (and I mean A LOT) of vending machines on the way, scattered everywhere and have all kinds of things, including fresh eggs and different flavours of KitKat, Pepsi Ice Cucumber, charms, floral arrangements, toys, umbrellas, French fries and… Mother's Milk… Woman's un-underwear… I love my country, I love it so much!
Of course, those items are not in one vending machines, they're on different ones based on what items they hold but they ARE placed close to each other and away from the reach of raindrops. This is the perfect thing for true loners and those suffering from social anxiety. I graduated from both of those… well, from the second but the first might change soon.
I checked each vending machine and memorised what they have until I come across a canned drink in one of the vending machines, there are many odd drinks but one particular drink sticks out…
"Max Coffee?" A rather sweet coffee that is not exactly popular or anything. Although it did make me think of Ice Tea. Of all the drinks that stuck out as odd to me, is sweet coffee the one? Is my taste questionable? Should I visit the doctor? I mean I's RIGHT NEXT to Bilk, a mixture of beer and milk!... I'll give it a try later.
I continued to walk towards my destination and saw that popular restaurant with the friendly family-style with the Italian paintings decorating the place, the number one importer of Italian wine in Japan, Saizeriya. The prices there are known to be cheap, so if I wanted to eat outside or order takeout, Saizeriya is the place to be.
I'll come here when I get the chance, haven't had Hamburg Steak in a while. I follow the grey concrete path and stood in front of a café… there's nothing weird about this peculiar café, to be honest. But it kind of is… to me personally. The name of the café is 'Bright Flower Café' written in English and is opening soon…
'Bright Flower' is what my grandpa calls me by, an endearing thing to call your own granddaughter. Originally, I hated being called that because of what it represented it and I pleaded my grandpa not to call me that but I eventually got over it and loved it… but to find a café by that name…
Is it your joke, Kami-sama? And now that I take a closer look, they have a piano … and they're looking for a pianist… and I AM looking for independence… fuck you, Kami-sama… As much as I'd like to say thank you, I'm sure that my life is something like a drama to you.
Having said that, I STILL need to get a job… Dammit, I'm weak… I'll check it out when it opens.
I turned left and kept walking around. Where'd they come from? Why are they here? To me, the atmosphere became thick and suffocating, I needed to get of the crowd. Not 3 steps after I thought that before I bumped into someone, a woman and she fell on her butt… awesome. The sunglasses slid off of my face upon impact and fell right on her lap. The people around us separated for a bit but they DID give us glances, scrutiny directed at me and sympathy and awe towards the woman.
"Nee-san!" A delicate looking girl called out.
Great, I knocked down this woman in front of her younger sister. What's more is that this woman is the type that attracts a lot of eyes and the type who wears a figurative mask but really, who doesn't wear a mask? I need to help her up, apologize and be on my way before the white nights start acting. So, I crouched and with a voice of concern and apology, I spoke:
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you in the crowd when I bumped into you. Are you alright?" I stretched my hand and offered it to her with a smile reaching to her eyes.
The woman smiled, took my hand and I helped her up while she grabbed my sunglasses. "It's fine, but you better be careful because this nee-san is very delicate~." She winked at me and gave me back my sunglasses. Immediately, my heart became infested with deep seeded hatred hat instantly bloomed and it showed in my eyes.
Fraud, liar, DECEIVER, FAKE!... *sigh*
What am I doing? Haven't I done the same? Why am I being such a hypocrite? And isn't it more like courtesy and even acceptable to just accept an apology and move on? Not only that, she was even being a sport and added light spirited joke. So what if her response was fake? Isn't that how every person is? I have a lot to learn and I need to do something about my hypocrisy.
Still, I got the feeling like this woman's mask is o a different level. Then… does that mean that my mind acted on instinct? I think I was a bit overwhelmed by fear and wrath… no way. I'm probably justifying my shallowness. Everyone wears a mask.
I wiped the look in my eyes and put on my sunglasses. I can only hope she didn't see them. I bowed in apology and left. What else was there to say? Although, she was really well-endowed, very beautiful and I think my heart is racing… no! Bad thoughts! Go away! My heart is only for Piano-sama~!
Wait, the colour of her eyes… were they…? No, never mind.
Now where's that fucking supermarket?
Fallen Woman's POV
Wow, she ran away quickly. I expected her to splutter more and apologize like most usually do… maybe she's shy? She was dressed in a rather suspicious manner so she's probably not a people's person and I attract a lot of attention. My eyes lingered on where she went. The look in her eyes were momentarily filled with resentment but was easily squashed, just not fast enough. I'd have poked and found out more about where that resentment came from but this wasn't the time nor the place. The colour of her eyes is the same as mine and they reminded me of my former teacher. I wonder what she's up to…
Heh, putting that aside, I dust of my jeans and turn to my younger sister with my usual persona.
"Are you alright, nee-san?" Her tone conveyed… worry? Hah.
"Worried about your nee-chan, are you? I'm alright, I'm alright~"
"Still, for you to be knocked down so easily, I momentarily thought she was male."
"Aww, women don't like to be mistaken for mean, be nice." She did have a point though; the stranger was physically fit. "Anyway, we should keep going. Now that I'll be attending university and you getting your own apartment, we won't be spending enough time with each other. So, we should make every moment count, Yukino-chan~"
Yukino-chan sighed before responding "Hai" and walk with me.
I hope you do find your path, Yukino-chan. Otherwise, I'll push you until you fall.
7th of March
12:00 PM
Chiba Supermarket
FINALLY! I found the fucking supermarket and it's conveniently a 10-minute walk from my apartment but with my slow pace and the accident, it took double the time. I'm surprised I wasn't sweating like a pig running from the big bad wolf since it's cloudless and warm outside… Anyway, I took a cart and pushed down aisles and started collecting all my desired items. But…
Cosmetics aisle
I picked up a number of hair dye I usually use, it might damage the hair but I have that scientist will find the elixir for haircare. Don't give up, scientists! All of us women are cheering for you. FIGHTO-HO, FIGHTO-HO!... I might use make up and lipstick later in life but not now. Alright, moving on to the next aisle.
*Whisper* *Whisper*
*Giggle* *Giggle*
*Stare*
*Sigh* … this one is me…
Fruits & Vegetable aisle
I picked up a number of fruits and vegetables in accordance to what I will be cooking, and I like the variety. I didn't pick tomatoes because, apparently, the ketchup extracts more nutrition from tomatoes themselves which I'm not sure if it's true but I'll take it. Did you know that ketchup used to be sold as medicine? Maybe that has something to do with the earlier info. Either way, moving on-
*Whisper* *Whisper*
*Giggle* *Giggle*
*Stare*
*Sigh* … still me…
I suppose it's a bit odd because girls my age tends to wear skirts and tights … but I am VERY conscious of how much skin or body shape is revealed. It's like being naked which really makes me uncomfortable but also odd because of nudity shouldn't be all that weird for Japanese people … am I questioning my Japaneseness? FUCK NO!
With all the Japanese porn, anime, hentai, game shows, idols and whatnot portraying scantily-dressed women, it should rather be normal considering most skirts for school girls are mid-thigh length. But I have my own issues with it and that's my individual opinion.
So, for them to see someone as conservatively dressed as I am… shouldn't actually come off as odd! Then what the fuck are they whispering, giggling and staring at? I'll kill them all!
Frozen meat aisle
Ahh~ meat, delicious, juicy, satisfying meat! I always take chicken meat, hotdogs, steaks, salmon meat, and-
*Whisper* *Whisper*
*Giggle* *Giggle*
*Stare*
*Sigh* … I'm actually reaching my limit… I just took my shit and left.
Condiments aisle
*Whisper* *Whisper*
*Giggle* *Giggle*
*Stare*
For fuck's sake, I haven't even-
"Excuse me ojou-chan." FUCK MY LIFE! "You are behaving rather suspiciously, are you under any kind of drugs or alcoholic influence?" … seriously? And this is just day one…
The security guard stood to my side and was sternly looking at me. Well, I am dressed up on my 'suspicious as fuck' clothing but that's really just a terrible disguise. In fact, it was so terrible that I thought it might have worked… well, it helped me all the way here. I faced him and laughed a hollow laugh. It was creepy.
"Hehehe, not at all! I'm still a minor and this is just a fashion statement." One that screams; LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! But in a subtle manner.
"Is that so?" I know what he'll ask next… "Come with me, I need to strip search you for anything suspicious." He turned and left expecting me to follow but I stood frozen in place.
D-did I hear that right?
"Oi, are you coming with me or am I going to be forced to do it here?"
… There are all kinds of people in this world and this isn't even in the worst 10…
"Alright, ojou-chan, you leave me no choice." He actually tried to grab me and I slid out of his reach. With the shock out of my system, I thought of the most logical method to deal with the problem and I knew it would be to call the police but I thought of the best way for me to deal with this, and that would be-
"Ojou-chan, that's an obstruction of justice! Do you really want to-!" He went for another grab but ended up getting grabbed by me and judo tossed.
… That's it.
He got knocked out when he hit the floor and everyone got quiet. Granted, the landing looked like it hurt and the violence probably shocked the-… why are they blushing? Do they get turned on by this micro-sized act of violence? ARE YOU ENTERTAINED!?
Then I noticed that my hat, sunglasses and surgical mask came off… fan-fucking-tastic. I picked them up and worn them, quickly went to get the rest of what items I needed then reached the cashier who was also blushing… great…
*murmuring* *murmuring*
I looked back and some were still blushing while the rest were staring at me. For some reason, I think back to when I said something about zombie outbreak. Seriously people, my face is just slightly above average, could we not make a big deal out of it? At least they aren't taking pictu-
*CLICK* *Snap* *CLICK* *Snap*
… I hate all of you…
"E-e-excuse me, m-mam!" Ahh, the cashier is trying his hardest not to faint under pressure. Ganbare, cashier-san, only you can free me from- "A-are you a c-celebrity?"
… You disappoint me, cashier-san. You were meant to give me the full amount of my purchases, I give you money, you give me change while we work together to put the purchases in the plastic bags. A perfect harmony which is now destroyed by your weakness, shame on you.
I respond to him with a firm 'no' and he kept quiet then, which I was thankful for since I already had people at me and taking my photos. I paid for my things and was about to carry when a staff member offered to carry them. Fantastic, a white knight…
"Let me carry these for you, mam. I'll carry them to your car."
"No, it's fine."" If I said I didn't have a car, it'll invite unwanted assistance.
"Ah, but I insist. I doubt you'd be able to-" He interrupted himself when he tried but couldn't pick up all my purchases. "Ough, these are real heavy."
I didn't say anything. Instead I just picked up all of my purchases (grocery bags) and quietly left while all eyes followed me, then all eyes turned to the staff member who felt absolutely inadequate and emasculated. They all felt pity for him.
I, on the other hand, grinned inwardly. That's right, bastard! Don't underestimate me. What was that you were going to say? 'I doubt you'd be able to carry them all by yourself'? Not only I can, but real men do it in one tri-… did I just compare myself to a man? Not only that, I carried all grocery bags when most women would have had… others carry them… I feel like I made a huge mistake…
I walked out of the store and I realized that I'm gonna have to carry everything and walk for 10 minutes to reach the building and then a few more to reach my apartment… I'm gonna be drowning in my own sweat when I reach my apartment.
Well, at least it'll be today's work out… why are the women on the street saluting me? Whatever, I just hope that the elevator won't be broken or malfunc-… I just jinxed myself, didn't I?
7th of March
12:39 PM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Ground floor
I stand in front of the electric gearless elevator, drenched in sweat from head to toe, glaring at the doors that refused to open for the last 4 minutes. I moved my glare towards the other side of the building where another electric gearless elevator is and also refused to open. Then looked towards my immediate left and growled-
"This is all your fucking fault!"
-at the mirror that showed my own reflection.
With a defeated sigh, I looked at the stairs and advanced with tired but determined legs. I glanced at the landla-… Baba, please stop saluting me. You're gonna make me cry…
7th of March
01:30 PM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Apartment 501, Living room
"Ahh~ [2]*Heavan~" I squealed loudly as I slowly sank into the warm bath tub.
The moment I stepped into the living room, I collapsed and begged my body to shut down for a few hours but that's not how human bodies work, so I berated myself for a few minutes until I found whatever flimsy strength I had left and used it to put away all the purchases and I apparently bought make up remover by accident. After that, I dragged my dehydrated body to drink tap water until I felt refreshed. I put my dirty clothes in the washing machine while I bathed.
Cold showers are healthier and better if you'll be going out to have a productive day. But coming back from work, a warm bath is just a touch of heaven~.
Putting that aside, I think about what I'll be doing next. I assume that my neighbor of apartment 502 will be home at 7 or 8 o' clock, so I'll have enough time to plan out my time. Visit the residents of other apartments and give them their gifts, then come back to kill time however I like until it's time to cook… oh, right, laundry and lunch… now that I think about it, I'm hungry.
… Eh, I'll endure. The water's too nice and warm to leave. Haven't washed anything yet…
…
After a relaxing and refreshing bath, I got into comfortable clothing in another pair of baggy pants and an oversized shirt, tied my hair in a ponytail, then stretched before I cooked myself a delicious meal. Namerou, a Chiba dish consisting of horse mackerel, sardines, flying fish, and pacific saury cut into small bits and is added to miso, ginger, leeks, and green basil. I say it turned out alright. I'd cook more but I'll leave room for when it's dinner time. But now, after I rested up, I should be courteous in show of etiquette and good will by greeting them and giving them gifts. I'd really rather not to but the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I get to play Piano-sama~ … wow, I'm suddenly filled motivated. If I remember what obasan said correctly only apartments 506, 510, 512 are occupied aside of mine and 502… well, let's move.
In front of apartment 506
*Knock* *Knock*
… Hmmm, no one home?
In front of apartment 510
*Knock* *Knock*
… Hmmm, no one home here either? …
In front of apartment 512
*Knock* *Knock*
… This is usually the part where I run away because the landlady probably killed them but I suppose I should focus on what I can do… and if I do die, I hope I become a haunting ghost and give her that promised heart attack…
…
I return to my apartment, I look at the time and it's 2 o'clock. I still have a lot of time until the assumed return of my neighbor. So I decided to play Piano-sama~ I've teased you long enough, my darling~ you can't take it anymore now, can you?
"Ahh~ my love, you'll always be here, waiting for me, won't you?" …don't judge me…
I turned on the AC first, then went to Piano-sama~, slid my fingers on him, enjoying the cool feeling of his surface. I smile as memories of my grandfather came to mind. I took a seat and let my fingers press keys on the keyboard rhythmically, I played first my grandfather's favourite piece.
Ludovico Einaudi – Divenire
He always did love to play this. It elevated his heart and I take pride and pleasure in playing this piece. Ludovico Einaudi, I salute you.
I moved on to play other pieces such as The Black Star by Lionel Yu, The Letter by David Hicken, then to Beethoven and Mozart playing 5th Symphony and Turkish March respectively. I played other pieces. I finish playing all of them as I pant and blush and smile with great satisfaction… please, don't judge me.
"I hope you'll always be this hard, thick, and pleasurable."
… If you forgot, I'm still a bit of a pervert… just a little bit… still not my fault…
I look at the clock, I see that an hour and a half had passed. I still have time. I could go and study for my entrance exam in my study room… but I'm already sure that I'll pass, so instead, I remembered my laptop and decided to watch some YouTube videos.
Now don't get me wrong, most videos are a waste of time to watch and can absorb you like a black hole where you just can't get out of. I'm usually against it but of course when there are people who actually make money by making these videos, I can't say anything against that because it's like-no, it is a job to many YouTubers. The website is entertaining, informational, educational, useful and universal… except to a handful of countries. Their loss.
I have my own account under the name "Bright Flower" where I've subscribed to many pianists such as David Hicken and Ludovico Einaudi to listen and hopefully learn to play many more pieces, I've also subscribed to others who play many more pieces. I've also subscribed to others who play piano versions of anime songs, many I like and appreciate like Animenz Piano Sheet and Theishter – Anime on Piano.
I practically worship the website where I can learn to play no songs, no pieces and in new styles and versions. I watched the pianists play their piano religiously in hopes of learning as well as others, by listening or watching tutorials, then practice until I get it right. To me personally, YouTube is probably the most amazing thing I ever found on the internet. Connecting countless strangers to other countless strangers through videos and seeing how I benefitted from it is the ultimate proof. And who knows? Maybe I'll make my own videos on YouTube and go from there but that will have to wait.
On another note, I'm sure you remember the recurring words of 'Bright Flower' have a significant meaning to me, and I believe you have the intelligence to figure it out. A title/nickname I've come to love so much, I use it as a user name and an account name in the very limited social media I use.
Back to the present, I've watched a number of videos and took notes for each one to self-study and practice when I get the time. I look at the clock and- Wow, I've just spent HOURS watching videos and taking notes. I got up and heard my limbs making those popping sounds and the feeling was nice. It's already time to prepare a meal for my new neighbor. I hum softly as I go out on my apron , washing my hands, brings out the ingredients and start cooking. I began with a smile but it slowly faded and the humming slowly forgotten as I continued to cook with a frown on my task…
8:25 PM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Kitchen
Alrighty then! All is right and my neighbour should be here at any moment. I look at the dining table from where I stood near kitchen and eyed the steaming okonomiyaki and the beef ramen, the beer cans, Seven Star cigarettes pack and a lighter. There's no smile on my face, just a blank stare. They say that the food made with love is delicious but what about the food that I just made for my neighbour? It is not for obligation, courtesy, politeness or any of the sorts. Like many women in this day and age, it's all part of an act to deceive and manipulate to appeal but the reason is far purer than most. I inhale the delicious smell but my mouth doesn't water, I guess my heart nulled its deliciousness when I think about the purpose of all this.
I just need to dig my way into my neighbour's heart and see if she's …
I sigh. It tends to be pointless, my search for specific individuals but life has its ways, so all I can is work for it, and hope that I get what I want. Otherwise, I'd have no right to complain.
I recollect all the information I received from the landlady; a single 27 (about) Japanese woman with generous proportions (Which boggled the landlady's mind on how she's still single but relished it) and long black hair. She likes to drink excessively and smoke a specific brand, Seven Star. She's a teacher and her name's-
"Here we go, sweetheart! Got your keys?" A manly voice was heard and I decided to eavesdrop. Normally that would be bad but I'm new to this area, so I found this action justifiable."
"I-ith here inn my purth", a slurring woman answered. Drunk and slurring, is that my neighbor? I moved from the kitchen to the door. I could tell that the man was a stranger from the tone of his voice and the choice of his words. Tch, a problem already? Dammit, neighbor-san! Then again, I can't act unless she protested and if she's fine with it … I just hope I won't have to hear them getting busy.
"Heheh, let me get that for you," a second voice announced. God, damn it, another guy? Well, this is a complex apartment building, all I have to do is scream to get help… except I've yet to see another resident of any apartment on this floor. What is this? A plot to a light novel? I knew something was up, Kami-sama, you holy turd! … Unless of course my dear neighbor feels like an adventurer tonight… I REALLY hope I won't have to listen to anything unsavoury. This is very unbecoming of a teach, neighbour-san. I notice that I'm fighting a heavy blush. I need to get my mind out of the gutter.
"Tch…," I knew where this might be going and I did not like it. But then I smiled, she'll owe me a huge favour if I help her now and let her stay at my place. I heard a scuffle and I moved quickly to intercept as the second man spoke.
"Hey, come on! Let's get the show on the roa-GUH!"
The moment I touched the door, I heard a tooth breaking punch that I couldn't help but cringe at. I felt that. I turned the handle, opened the door and witnessed a beautiful roundhouse kick to the first man's face and sent him flying to the second who was lying on the floor, writhing in pain. They quickly got up and run while uttering unintelligible words. I just stood there with eyes wide open and a gaping mouth. I looked at the woman and stared right at her assets… very generous outfit in that outfit. A cocktail dress… roundhouse kick… I find myself blushing and my heart beating. No, I must resist temptation! Piano-sama is the only one for me! Away with you, evil thoughts!
The cocktail dress she wore hugged her body nicely, emphasizing her breasts and her lean back and ass. It had the same theme colour as her hair, which was tied in a ponytail. The dress reached her mid-thigh with a lit on the side while top exposed her shoulders and centre of her chest. Two strands of cloth were tied behind her neck, lifting her breasts.
All in all, she's dressed to kill with sex appeal.
… Humina, humina, humi- NO! PIANO-SAMA! PIANO-SAMA! PIANO-SAMA!
I now know why she's single though. To be capable of fighting while drunk is very dangerous… now that I think about it, I think I saved those men from being violated rather than the other way around. At any rate, she is clearly drunk so I approached with care and introduced myself.
"Hello mam, my name is-"
"Mam? You calling me *hic* old?!" she interrupted with a glare toward… not quite my face.
Shit! She's one of those who are way too touchy about to age and way too drunk to be sane. Tactical retreat? No, gotta end this now or she'll do something stupid and make a scene. Attack!
"Never! I mean look at you, oh my god! You must be at your prime!"
Oh, I don't know if she's blushing from embarrassment or if it's the alcohol but she stopped for a moment but I can see the smile in her eyes. Press onward!
"I'm a straight woman but even I would go crazy seeing someone of your caliber." … That's not a lie…
I am also a woman, well, a girl but I know what we would like to hear in these situations. Now I just have to- Whoa, whoa, whoa! She advanced too quickly for a drunk and clasped my hands before I could retract them. Shit! She's really strong. Double shit! Smells of smoke and alcohol. Triple shit! Can't escape, grip too tight. Fuck! And she still has the womanly scent, NOOOOOOO!
"R-really? You *hic* mean it?" She says with a huge smile. I play along with a nod. "Then w-will *hic* you marry me?" I froze. How could I not? The proposition was not what made me freeze, even if it was the first time someone proposed to me. I was the fact that I was being proposed to by a drunk who knocked down two fully grown with a single strike each. Am I gonna be the 3rd victim if I refuse? Are you really this desperate, neighbor-san, that you would propose to a teenager girl you just met?! I start to sweat and my smile straining, is this how I die?
NO WAY! I'm too young to die and I haven't found a way to marry Piano-sama legally yet! If some idiots can marry themselves and buildings, not to mention pillows - if not just body pillows, then so can I!... Doesn't that make me an idiot as well, does it?
I just need to satisfy her desires until she passes out drunk. So, I picked my words, my method and prepared to put them to action before taking too long. I held her chin and looked her in the eyes and freeze for a fraction of a second but it felt like an eternity, because her eyes… were royal purple… Alexandria's genesis?
I was amazed.
I was astonished.
So surprised … so shocked … staggered … stunned.
And overall, my heart was beating so fast that I wasn't sure if my heart is beating. In fact, I'm sure that I stopped breathing. She most certainly took my breath away…
Alexandria's Genesis was regarded as myth and still is. It's also known as Purple Eyes and is said to be a disorder which causes pale skin and purple eyes, as the term implies, and in some cultures it's considered to be highly sexy appearance for women, as women with purple eyes are considered attractive. Those may be the most obvious manifestations of the disorder, but it is still alleged that the characteristics of this disorder extend much further towards behaviour and psychology.
It is said that the condition is a mutation of the genes, which manifests itself in the fact that the eyes change colour, usually from blue to purple, within the first six months after birth. It doesn't negatively affect the eyes, even as the colour of the eyes deepen to a darker shade of purple during puberty.
Other features of this disorder include the skin's immunity to tanning or burning, despite its extra-ordinarily pale hue. It is also said that apart from the hair on the head, eyelashes, brows, and in the nostrils, no other body hair exists on those afflicted with this disorder. This would mean that there is no hair on the arms, legs, torso, or pubic area. Apart from the areas mentioned, the whole body is devoid of body-hair.
In addition to this, those afflicted with Purple Eyes (Alexandria's Genesis) tend to live longer, with some alleged to live to the ripe old age of 150 years old. Aging stops at around age 50, and they look no older even as they pass 100 years of age.
They rarely fall ill, and are immune to most diseases. Neither do they again excessive weight, or produce much waste; regardless of how much they eat. And women maintain desirable figures throughout their lifetime. Also, women with this disorder do not menstruate, though they are 100% fertile.
Such an existence is beyond scientific explanation, so it's obvious that people are skeptical and dismissal about the claims. It's simply too amazing to be true, and imagine all the products that you won't have to buy and the time and money you save by not buying them.
But her standing before me is a second proof of the existence of Alexandria's Genesis.
…
How can she be single? … How badly did she fuck up in her dates?
No time to ponder. Focus!
Time moved on and I found myself blushing profoundly that I couldn't even mumble a word, let alone a coherent sentence while staring into her eyes. Wow, and here I thought I was gonna be one smooth motherfucker… then again, I really was lost into her eyes.
"O-oh? *hic* You have the thame colour eyeth like me! Doth that means y-you're my thoulmate? ~"
Yeah, you heard right. I said she's the second proof of Alexandria's Genesis because I m the first. Well, just from what I know and not in the world. Doctors in Japan tend to dismiss it which I'm grateful for since too much attention is never good. Which is one of the many reasons why I don't show much skin and figure. Ever since I hit puberty, men AND women have been trying to fuck me… not that I'm complaining about having Alexandria's Genesis, I love the pros (poor grandpa had to suffer through explain female products to me when I didn't need half of them) but it's like I give off the scent of that purple thing that makes people obscenely horny in hentai… N-n-n-not that I-I-I'd know, I m-m-mean, h-h-how wou-would I kn-know? I-it's not like I watched hentai or anything, don't be silly, I'd never! NEVER! STOP ACCUSING ME!... I need to shower the shame away.
Jokes aside, to think she'd use the 'eyes windows to the soul' while I remember saying that earlier in today's monologue … Kai-sama, I hope you're enjoying yourself…
"H-hey," the woman in front of me whispered, "if you keep staring at me like that…" She looked away and my heart skipped a beat. Damn it, I was seriously lost in her eyes.
I broke away from her enchanting form to recompose myself but as I did so, I think I saw the neighbours in apartment 510 peeking but I'm not sure. I'll insult you in my head later, peeper-san. I gathered my wits and took a breath. I will not be defeated by this absolutely beautiful woma-FOCUS!
"If you have me," I said as I looked at her and puller her chin to look at me, "then I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I will love you like no other and I conquered the road to your heart."
Ugh, so cheesy and clichéd that I could vomit. But I'm sure now that she will- huh? She looks a bit green… Oh shit!
"Ghue…"
"Ghue? Wait, no! Don- GYYAAHHHHHHHH!"
She proceeded to vomit where I stood but thanks to mu –not so- Spidey senses, I dodged like motherfucker. When she was done emptying her stomach, she stumbled backwards, fell backwards and passed out while I stood there with a look that described my feelings about the situation … blank, deadpanned face with the eyes of an old woman …
This is supposed to be my first day in my path towards independence? My future? It's like life is trying to say "Hahaha, you want independence? Let me show you your future. I'll make it extra hard for you~" … Fuck my life…
I think I just heard laughter coming from apartment 510. You're gonna get a mentally verbal lashing from me, asshole! I didn't urn since I had to focus on the woman lying on the ground in front of me… and the mess she left… in front of my apartment.
Then again, there's always a way to salvage the situation … *sigh*… Time to clean up the vomit, the woman, put her in clean clothes, put her in bed, eat my dinner, then finally go to sleep. I look at the passed out woman with judgmental eyes. I sigh again …
"I hope you're worth it … and nice to meet[3], Hiratsuka Shizuka-san."
End Chapter
Author's notes ~
Hello everyone, this is A-Khalil and this is my first fanfiction story. I hope I can learn here to be a better writer with your help and please feel free to criticize my work. I admit I'm not all that great but I hope to become a better author. Thank you all.
I re-wrote this chapter after reading some reviews in order to make it longer and better and fix all the grammars I could identify. There were also some problems that I found to be obnoxious with the story, specifically "Story for another time" was writer about 7 times and I agreed that it was annoying. I hope you enjoy reading the chapter.
You might have noticed that I used the names of real people who play the piano. I love piano though I sadly can't play, but I do enjoy listening to the likes of Ludovico Einaudi, David Hicken and even anime piano pieces played by Theishter – Anime on Piano and Animenz Piano Sheet.
Info of OC:
Akechi Mizuki, a 16 year old Japanese girl who has reddish brown hair which she dyed pitch black. She doesn't like girly clothes or any clothes that shows her skin or figure. She's very conscious about her body. She's good at playing the piano and is trying to be independent , though she is a bit manipulative and eccentric. It is yet to be seen whether she's a good person or not but she is very intelligent as she can assess the situation and even though she is a loner, she has no problem interacting with others. Mizuki is also a fighter in a figurative and literal manner but would rather not go through the hassle. At the moment, she seeks 'something' and she hopes that her new neighbor might be or have it.
Notes For Author:
Tragic death of Mizuki's father
The mother leaves Mizuki in 3rd grade
The issue of showing skin and figure
The significance of "Bright Flower"
Please let me know if I've made a mistake or there's something that needs correcting. Other than that, tell me what you think and I hope you will enjoy reading.
06:37 - 17:33; 21:08 24/04/2017
Editor's notes
[1] EDITOR'S NOTE: It should've been *laundry but I left it because I thought Mr. Author is referencing something?
[2] EDITOR'S NOTE: I intended to leave it as it is
[3] EDITOR'S NOTE: I intended to leave it as it is
It was four days or so after the release of the latest chapter I was motivated to make a review and apparently I was too late. A little bird told me the author and he said what happened was no different with Toreno's talk about what happened to CJ's mom. It was him and the reviews.
Go talk to the author, a little bird told me he said about reuploading for about a while (it's been three months). And here I am corrected his stuff here and there. It's worthwhile but's a shame I will have to delete this on his word. It pains me to hear the author hurt because of this, but I did it necessarily.
I transcribed everything by hand. I had no other way, because I only saved it offline for offline reading. I only had the chapters, so I had none for the 'sypnosis' and the thumbnail. I transcribed word by word and with some typos corrected here and there. I revised if I must but couldn't if I can't. I'm neither always right with grammar nor syntax so excuse me. Besides, I got what little time left to do 'this', if in the end it doesn't go my way. I have no regrets.
p.s. please tell me where can I find the fanfic that has train scene where Hikigaya rescues these 2 OC brats being mugged but he gets stabbed (to the pancreas) or; took the bullet? and gets send to the hospital. please
NOTES FOR EDITOR:
I EDITED THE WORDS TO BRITISH or United Kingdom English (more or less).
I don't know if I should capitalize after three periods for each paragraph or should I punctuate after a tilde.
but eughhh or I might have done the devil's deed (typos), bite me. I'm not riling for a bachelor of what atata
Here are the logs of tweaks I made:
NOTE: Added 'they'
N: Added 'are'
N: Changed '.' to ','
N: added 'is' and '.'
Sobu misspelled to Subu
Added another '.'
Added 'my'
Capitals are lowercased
Numericals in this paragraph are transitioned to alphabetical
missing 'I' in ' 'll' '
added 'every'
Lowercased a capital letter
added a period
Removed 's' in 'years'.
Added is
Added be and also
Summaries changed to summarise
Changed , to ;
Added one
Would and would changed to could and would;
Changed realized to realised
Changed your to you
Lowercased my
changed prised to prized
added period
Changed monologing to monologuing
Capitalized prefecture
Changed I won't sleep at night!
Misplaced comma
Changed passed to pass
Lowercased High
Added you know
Added a space
CAPITALIZED her 3 sizes and underwear colours for dramatic emphasis
Removed an apostrophe OF camera's
Scent typo'ed into sent
Removed space
capitalized word 'living'
Here Mr. Author wrote IPhone instead of iPhone
mu - my
Tilde was not supposed to be placed there however; Piano-sama will be addressed with a tilde
Memorize memorise
zombies outbreak - zombie outbreak
Added 'a'
Came - come
in the in one of the vending machines - in one of the vending machines
sweet coffee is the one - is sweet coffee the one
Into - in
Couldn't - didn't
Added and
Capitalized her
Lowercased Ketchup
Added it's
Lowercased Ketchup
Added the
Removed is
Removed space
Added question mark
Removed 'but couldn't' in "when he tried but couldn't pick up all my purchases but couldn't"
Syntax error(?): 'I doubt you'd be all to carry them by yourself
lowercased Of
lowercased Of; capitalized living
removed 2 repeated words: I, suppose
Added now
5th typo'ed to 5Th
Study -study
Curtesy-courtesy
Added to
Too typo'ed to 'to'
Added ", not to mention pillows - if not just body pillows"
IMPORTANT: I REVISED THIS LINE "… did I call just call myself an idiot?" to "… Doesn't that make me an idiot as well, does it?"
Its - it's
Capitalized how
Added is
Lowercased Today, Or, One
Changed which to whom
Other's - other
Tube - tub
obaasan - obasan
obaasan - obasan
obaasan - obasan
obaasan - obasan
obaasan - obasan
