No matter how I look at it, he's right that I don't need to be popular.
(A/N): A self satisfaction self-insert fiction, because why not?
Disclaimer: Watamote characters and its setting are not owned by me, only this fiction.
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Flying a thousand meter above the sea could send shiver to my spine, and it did. From the moment I was born until the moment I'll die I'd probably still be afraid of heights. Pitiful if I have to fly to the heavens and never looked down on the panorama of the Armageddon. I like the depiction of the earth being shattered into tiny bits of fragments.
Since this is my first visit to Japan and I'm staying at a host's, I need to be polite and show them my respect. As a male that holds honors before reasons, it's only a genetic thing to do so.
I have my fun riding the airplane with a baby sitting beside me as it takes my fear of height very much. I myself is very tall which makes it seems kind of ridiculous to be afraid of heights and my body is well… not-so-muscular but not-so-skinny either, probably at the middle ground. It's probably unrelated but if there's one thing I would love to have, then it would be cute things like this baby.
From the sudden action of the plane going downward I predicted that the plane will land shortly, and it did. After the standard protocol of "Insert your seat belt" and a couple of minutes later, the plane lands pretty roughly, where it then shakes about before braking its way a thousand meter after it touches the ground.
After taking care of my passport check and immigration, I quickly made my way into the luggage bin, where a girl waved her arm with a sign "John Smith" written in hiragana, and with a distinctive photo of me in middle school plastered into it. I saw her rather confused as I went closer to her, and told her to come with me for a second.
As I explained my background she sighed and went to look for her family.
After that, we left Narita Airport inside a pre-paid Taxi which apparently Taxis in Japan can be pre-paid for events such as this. I wanted to ask what type of house am I going to live in, but it would seem very rude as Japan is famous for its nation's hospitalities. So I held back until I see it for myself.
Well, so-so I guess.
I gazed at the house where I'll live in for now until I could get an apartment. At least both sides will benefit from this as I need a place to stay and the host needs the money. A scary thing about Japan is that when depression happens, it means that your career is close to be destroyed and all of your ten years of fortune is but a dream that will never come true. That's only if you're an office worker though.
As I recalled, the host's family consists of four member; Father, who is always away, mother, who is caring and work in a part-time job as an industrial cake maker, the younger brother who is good at sports but is pretty much stupid at studying, and this energetic older sister with bags below her eyes like she's already a 35-years old in the brink of death, being unable to sleep, is hungry, and have a crapton of work left to finish. Tomorrow I will go to school, so it should be best to rest after unpacking my uniform and a change of underwear.
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I didn't notice this before, but the older sister is somewhat… unsettling. Well, a night in a room beside hers could be counted as a decent proof.
Last night I noticed a strange sound coming from her room. It seemed that she loved to chant in weird alien languages and rather fiercely at that, but I could be wrong. Maybe she's only talking on her sleep and it became an incoherent grumbling or it's actually a ghost. I prefer the latter part because after playing a lot of touhou, I sometimes wonder what Yurei and Yokai looked like in real life.
They're to put it simply, a Japanese exclusive ghosts, spirits, and monsters.
It all seemed uncanny when I have to eat breakfast with the older sister, the younger brother, and the mother excluding the father for a plate of celebratory fried rice. I want to refuse the offer gently, but again, Japanese hospitalities are inbound. The reason why I couldn't eat fried rice in the morning is because my stomach is pretty weak to this, so it's only for the best to eat toast.
As I took the last bite off of the fried rice I could feel that the older sister is coldly gazing at me. Do I look weird? Does she find my black hair repulsive? Is there something on my face? Or is she wondering if my contact lenses function are only to hide my emerald green pupils in exchange for the lighter brown? Did I offend her by eating too fast? Or did I offend her by finishing first? Honestly I don't know.
…I could sense that something is off here. It felt like some truck just hit me or something as I recalled the events of last night.
Did she… know that I was up last night!? Oh shit, if she knew then I'm—
"There's rice on your face, just below your lips." She touched below the right side of her lips.
I wiped where she instructed me to with my uniform's sleeve. There's nothing there.
"Yours, not my direction," She calmly said, before adding, "and wipe it with tissue, it'll leave stains into your sleeve if you do that again." Then she continued eating.
I guess I was too judging.
She is actually nice, motherly, and energetic…-ish. She's modest, refined, small, but I think she's in the average zone. Her breast is not big and she doesn't have the hourglass of a figure too, but that's actually commendable in this era. Girls are sexy when they try not to be, but if they try to, they looked more like sluts and whores and bitches and slaves.
She's still a girl though, so I better keep my interactions to a minimum.
Her younger brother seems like a normal person and the mother seemed nice. I could be friends with them, but it's also better to avoid deepening my bonds into each of them, since with a price this huge, I could find a more decent apartment to live in.
"Ja, Ittekimasu!" says the girl as she ran outside with a toast hanging by the teeth of her mouth.
What's the point of that? She's not late anyway, so it's better to take your time to eat this healthy food. Younger brother seemed to agree with me as it seemed that he has the same look on his face. It seems that I still need to learn how girl's mind worked, especially Japanese.
"Well, Smith-kun, could you please try and accompany my daughter to school?" Asked the mom, I nodded, gave my thanks to the food, put on my shoes, and try to catch up on her.
I found her one block from her house, circling around a tight corner with the bread untouched, it's as if she's waiting for somebody to bump her or ran into her or something on her first day of school. I decided to wait for her in the train station instead to save some of my dignity.
I take it back, she's still unsettling.
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I went to the same school as the younger sister, and the same class too apparently. I don't really mind because she seemed to be a smart girl, and I myself could use a boost at my grades. It's always above average for me, as much as how my IQ could take me, but I'm sure I can do better than that.
At class it's pretty much awkward. My tall but skinny trait wasn't really common there, so they mistook me for a giant or maybe a bigger entity. I looked at how bad the boys glared at me for some reason, well, some of them, and the girls looking at me with those calculating look? I hate it. Girls will always be the same to me, loud, annoying and a waste of time.
Until I met the one I'm fated to I'll keep on thinking that girls, in a broad perspective, as those who'll laugh like a maniac over a simple joke in a family restaurant, forcing their ways on your life so they could pass on their problems to you because they couldn't handle it and whine about their unending sorrows in life constantly, like how they're so fugly and why they're born this or the other way and how much jealousy they generate over such simplest of thing. Not to mention how they're so unrealistic. Figuring a hard trigonometry question is easier than to know what the hell is going on in a girl's brain.
It seems I won the lottery for the best seat ever. Why? Because I'm seated on the last row, is at the opposite of the teacher's desk, and a clear view to the blackboard was the finisher to the ice cake. Drawing lotteries for seats sure are more efficient than discussing over it. Back in my country, using lotteries would upset the students, but in here, it's like it was the will of good nature itself.
It seems Older sister is seated in-front of me. Sweet, it seems I could cheat on tests quite nicely too!
Next is your introduction to the class it seems as if signaling the older sister to reach upon her bag and brought out a large piece of white paper. Holy hell, how many days did she spend on making that? Did she mumble on her sleep because she had a hard time memorizing this? That's huge! It probably looked small, but that's because it was folded from a huge paper into an envelope-sized paper. For once, I can't wait for a girl to introduce herself.
There were many funny introductions, some uses stellar jokes and some uses an old, yet funny jokes. Nothing was original, well, except maybe for older sister, she seemed serious for her introduction. Ah, here's her introduction.
She stands, opened the folded paper, and there I was with my gaping mouth that I've just realized how ingenious of a, well, genius this girl is. Inside that folded paper, there's… nothing! Zero, nada, zilch, absolutely void! Only a blank, white sheet of folded paper could be seen as far as my eyesight could take me.
"My name is Kuroki Tomoko and I like to read, the end." Then she sat down, and I put my palm into my face, reflecting on how great of a chance she just wasted on.
That could've been funny as hell if she didn't read it nervously, or if she showed the side where she's reading into the whole class, or, if she threw away the paper mid-sentence after five minute of non-stop blabbering, or if she's not so freaking depressing! I don't mean to bash her, but the least thing she should've done is to tie her hair or at the least, straighten it.
By the looks of things, where the classroom isn't full of clapping or rooting, I guess they mistook her for an anti-social or asocial type of person with low self-esteem and is rather shy. Where did the same older sister from this morning go?
Getting rid of those bags below her eyes would also be fine.
Came my turn at last and I stood up bravely. I carefully gazed at all of them with a poker face, opened my mouth slightly before shouting.
"Mine is bigger than all of yours!" as I moved my hips suggestively with both my hands at my hips to help them visualize. All of them seemed to know what I'm implying on and is disgusted, or, clapping me for some unknown reasons. Some of them clapping are males, but two females joined in out of pity I guess. I don't really care.
Study first, make friends later.
Oh now you tossed the side where you read it older sister? But you could've done so much more if you just have the right timing and motion. Like toss it after you finished reading it maybe?
If there's anything this girl is in desperate need of, it's self-esteem, like a global bundle of it. It's so large it encompassed the size of Japan and a little bit of Russia, preferably Moscow. Why Moscow? Well, I have a dream of someday going into Moscow with my fated one, and it would be kind of great if she had a great self-esteem.
All I could give her is my pity and sympathy. Someday I'll teach her about self-esteem, even if it's the last thing I do.
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"How could you throw away your golden introductions like that!?" yelled the older sister.
"Huh?" If I recalled, it was you who threw your platinum chance away, "what is this all about again? As you can see I'm busy brushing my teeth." Well, most of its effort is by the usage of my toothbrushermasterTM 2013, apparently it's a more advanced version of toothbrushermasterTM 2012.
It's an electric toothbrush brand.
"What does the phrase 'Mine is bigger than yours' mean to the average people?" She asked, but I don't want to answer as her blush indicates that she at the very least knows a sliver of answer. "Well, I would answer that, but I think you'll flip."
"I can take it."
Deep breath, and let it out. "My Frankfurt." Calm and cool face was all it needs for older sister to blush her way into lalaland and back. "If you didn't hear me clearly it was 'My Frankfurt'."
Older sister pointed, grasped, and flailed her arms about and sticking her fingers around. I swear if she's a boy I'll punch her senseless, but I've made myself a promise that I won't turn into the path of harm again. "Calm down." I said, "It was only sausage."
"Like hell it's sausage!" Hot.
"Yes it is, I bet you have one too." Cool.
"I don't have sausages!" Hot. "Girls don't even have sausages!" even hotter.
"Didn't your mom make you a bento consisting of rice, miso soup, and cheese Frankfurt today?" Cool and even cooler.
When Hot and Cool clashes, there will always be a moment of silence, and I'm afraid that it is now, when both party prepared their battalions and wait for the decisive moment to strike. Traditions always viewed the cool party as the calm and collected, and they're right, some of the others viewed the hot party is always the one to speak their mind off.
"I—I forgot!"
Objection your honor, I demand a character breakdown. Is what I would say, but that doesn't seem to be… me. I want her to apologize but it's not worth it, so I devised myself a winning plan instead. "Help me study how to write Kanji letters and other subjects, at least we could help each other that way." My toothbrushermasterTM 2013 filled the silence as it waxed through my left graham tooth.
She, for some reason, blushed. At the time I wanted to say how pathetic she looked like. Does she really need to be appreciated that badly? Or is she faking this to play the "cute girl part" because she's either a bipolar or is a depraved sociopath at heart. No, she's just a girl with a self-esteem issues, or maybe she is an anti-social freak.
I don't even know anymore, but at least I can go and have a Japanese teaching me how to write Kanji letters. Really, Kanji letters is probably the hardest thing to write right after Sanskrit and Arabian letters. At least the Sanskrit ones are just scratches put together, but Kanji letters?
"Which reminds me," She said before leaving the washroom, "Why did you brush your teeth? It's only five P.M and we haven't even prepared dinner yet."
I shoved my toothbrushmasterTM 2013 too hard on my right graham tooth that it hurts like, like a rock just hit a cavity. Then the realization kicked in.
"Um… I don't know, maybe I'm still a bit jetlag?" Putting up a straight face in this conversation… is so very embarrassing I could practically shout 'hatsukashiiiiii!' in a low-tone voice. Waaa, don't stare at me with your piercing eyes that has bags of a 35-years old below it like a retarded monkey!
"So, what would you like for dinner?" Waaa, she's really trying to hold her laughter in! That face is priceless to tease about, but she could tease me back. What should I do!? Think genius mind… think!
Enlightenment!
I looked at her with a sharp squint and glared at her, "Frankfurt." I said it in a serious tone.
A rider kick to the face never felt so fulfilling before.
As I flew into the bathroom and smashed through the glasses door, I stumbled into Younger Brother, showering and his right hand watching his private part. It took me a moment to realize this because of a few glass shards behind my head, but after a moment of thought gathering, I raised my hand to speak.
"Your older sister rider kicked me here." I pointed at the washroom.
"Like hell she did you pervert." This time a roundhouse kick sent me flying into the washing room. "Buy some the material store and get your ass back here you perverted foreign!" He then blocked the door view with the bathtub's closer.
Damn it I thought he would buy that.
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There it is again, strange sounds coming from the bedroom next door. It sounds like a writhing of a ghost now… or is it the whining of a swine? Is she watching a documentary? Or is she watching a scary movie? I wonder if it's okay to tell her to shut up since it's almost midnight.
I can't sleep so I might as well grab some books and go study at her room right now.
"I'm busy," She replied with a loud shout. Damn woman, doesn't she know that this is almost midnight.
"Well if you're busy playing ero-games, I might as well teach you about mathematics." A loud bang was heard. I knew it. I bet she's slicking her way into ecstasy right now. "Hurry it up, tomorrow we'll have a surprise test, don't ask how I knew it." Stupid bitch shouldn't be talking out loud in the hallway.
She hesitates first, but after a long pause which if I guessed right, is to close her ero-games, put on some decent clothing, and clean her bedroom.
A loud creak as the door opened, "Come in." she looked… horrible. "Don't you dare touch a thing because we're only reviewing for tomorrow's surprise math test, right?" I nodded my head, and she snorted while awkwardly letting me into her sacred secret garden.
This place is cleaner than I thought it would. I guess she is a girl after all.
"Sit here." She said, nervously pointing at the side of the table opposite of hers. "Do you want coffee? I have a whole thermos of it, but the glasses are my used ones."
"I guess that's okay. Hand me one of those used glasses," She nodded, gave me one, and poured a full cup of four hours-worth of caffeine. I took a sniff at it like a search dog, "Is this mocha?" I asked, trying to get a conversation going.
"No, it's Java Blend." She snickered, "don't try being an expert at coffee you perverted foreigner, because that will never impress a lady."
I laughed a bit, "It seemed to me that I have succeeded on entertaining a girl then." I should devise a plan to make the siblings forget about my status as a perverted foreigner fast or I'll get too attached to them.
But really, is this energetic girl the same as that shy excuse of a social individual? It's jarring to see the difference between her school-self and her home-self. If her home-self is as bright as the sun that radiates energies, then her school-self is like the darkness of space that sucked energies into a void of nothingness.
And then she threw an alarm clock at me and it successfully hit my nose. I guess I deserved that for teasing her hospitalities. Hospitalities are serious business here indeed.
After that we started to… riot. It got so bad that her brother slammed the door wide open telling both of us to "Just make out already!" before he went back to his own room. Stupid younger brother apparently wants to die. It seemed like older sister have the same thought process as me as she show only disgust on her face.
We decided to go quiet down for a moment and study. It was a great experience to study with a genius. I heard that she effortlessly achieved the first rank at middle school, I guess her mother and brother was right. The fact that still irked me is that: Why did she decide to enroll on a low-level school. Well, the school's curriculum was okay, but it was still below your average Japanese.
Did she have any elaborate plan?
Maybe the answer is yes, no, or I could take a third option and asked her right now, but it will gives off a sense of rudeness, so I better not.
After fifteen minutes, I stumbled upon a very hard question. "What's this solution?" I asked her, and she quietly draws the formulas necessary to find the answer.
"Do this and this, add this into the equation and subtract it with the last results."
"Ah, I see." I wrote the formulas only and left out the equation. I marked the answer too so I wouldn't miss the result by a glaring mile. After that I stumbled upon again a hard question. Older sister sighed and points out my flaws.
Then it got me thinking again; was she the same Kuroki Tomoko?
As we reviewed on the problems, it never occurred to me that two hours have been spent on increasing our knowledge parameters. I looked at the clock and it was two past fifteen. I should probably sleep since it will give me three hours of sleep at least. I hurriedly grabbed all of my stuff when my hand touched hers by mistake. I quickly throw my hands into a guard position for another alarm clock, but it never came.
I opened my eyes and… she's sleeping. With those bags of a 35-years old below her bag I wonder how many times have she ever slept that peacefully.
I sighed, like an older brother I suppose. I reached out for the nearest blanket and put it nicely over her body. I don't want to carry her to her bed because it seemed like she'll wake up from it. She seemed light, but that petite body of hers could hide a stunning secret about weights.
I cleaned the table off of our spoils of wars, and hibernates the PC which stores a full library of visual novels.
I turned off the light, closed the room, went into my room and set my alarm before I let myself go into dreamland.
I actually dreamed about a 50-foot Kuroki in godzilla costume, eating my body with gusto, so it's a nightmare that deserved it's own page on my diary for how unsettling and effortlessly symbolic that was.
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(A/N): I... I did it. If I give it my all, I can do it!
I hope you have a fun time reading my fanfiction. I hope you'll read the next chapter too! Bye bye!