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The mere act of doing nothing
Kai took his almost forgone apple and bit into it. He had thought of throwing it away. Into the attractive reeking garbage can. However, he hadn't done anything as cruel as that. He had started to consume it again. And he was happy he hadn't thrown it away before. Yes, recently he had a lot of decisions to do. Or was it just that he didn't know how to decide anymore? Where did all the heroic verdics go?! Did he forgot them somewhere? Was it yesterday at the train station? He had seen a red haired boy and instantly he had felt this weird urge to ask him what to perform. He knew that he was unbelievingly good at everything he established or continued. Things just seemed to get going when he came. Or end.
And then he had bumped into a commercial for edible growth of plants- or plain fruits. Completely distracted by the sight he had lost an other sight- the one of the red haired guy. Anyway, Kai Hiwatari was not one to be called indistinct. He was excellent at everything he did. So he had not only been confused but utterly deranged. How was it possible that something as plain as red pigment could make him ran into plastik?! It must have been a saintly event if it befallet him, that was for sure or even beyond sureness. Kai Hiwatari was not to be distracted by mere hair dye. At the most it could make someone stare at his very person but not him, in his unlikely beauty, to deign to the act of even the slightest glimpse at one else's filaments, how fashionable it ever is. For Mr. Hiwatari himself was the purest form of fashion. Nobody could deny this!
Thus here he was, staring at his apple and thinking about the distracting event of latest days. And by God the holy, he was not able to decide whether to throw it away of eat it alive. And he wasn't able to stand up either. The utter movement of standing would need some sort of behalf for his side. In sad addition he had stopped wanting things after the special occurrence had taken place. He had stopped to act on his trademark not-smile due to the fact that he didn't find any positive change in his surroundings if he distorted his lips or not. It just stayed the same and with that significant knowledge he had stopped moving his lips in any way. Then he discovered the slightness of acts like sleeping or eating. Being the being he always was, constantly taking the easiest and best ways through live, he forthwith stopped this weird doings too.
He had yet to consider, why he had bought the fruit, he now did not know if even worth eating. What he did know was that his whole life had hardly ever been emotionally pleasant and in no ways he would ever feel such perceptions as 'missing' it if it was going to be taken away from his perfect mind.
Hence Kai Hiwatari died. Sitting in an dirty dark alley of New York city's worst part. He had decided to quit eating and thrown the half eaten apple into a trash can, which was directly beside his seat. The mere act of throwing had caused his already weak body to collapse in silent defeat. Kai Hiwatari had proved that the mind stands above the body. The weird thing is that he made it through over seventy days, just with a bit of an apple in his stomach. He had always been overly good in everything. He was definitely best in starving.
After all he had decided even if he had done nothing. Because the sheer act of doing nothing needs to get decided too.
Author's Note: Please leave me a part of your thought because with it I feel better!