Chapter 6

1,000 Echo Confrontation

Sekai lay in her bed unable to move her body from serious depression. She turned over covering her face with the blankets. She closed her eyes and clenched her chest. Footsteps were traveling towards her bedroom. The door opened, and Youko stepped inside.

"Sekai, it has been over a week since you were last at school. Are you going today?" Youko asked.

Sekai's mother waited for a response, but she only got silence. She looked at the body lying in the bed and sighed. She slowly closed the door and left.

Sekai threw the blanket off her and reached for her phone. She grabbed the red flip phone and brought it close to her face. She opened it and was greeted with the sight of Makoto. She muttered under her breath and sighed.

She looked at the time and stood up. She got dressed in her school outfit, and packed her things. She opened the door with her hand over her chest.

When she got to school she saw Setsuna talking to other school festival committee members, she turned her head slightly and waved her hand to hi. Sekai returned the wave and went to class. She took her seat next to Makoto and pulled her notebook and pencil out.

"Sekai? Where were you this week?" Makoto asked showing concern.

"I was home… sick." Sekai muttered not facing him.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Makoto was about to mutter words but the door opened and the teacher walked in. Makoto closed his mouth and pulled out his notes. He pulled out a blank piece of paper and wrote on it.

"Are you upset?" Makoto wrote.

"I'm not upset; I'm just not feeling good." Sekai wrote.

"It's just you sounded upset."

"I'm not upset Makoto!"

Makoto pulled the paper back and turned his attention back to front of the classroom. Sekai looked at Makoto through the side of her eye and sighed.

The class was soon over and Sekai headed to the lunch room. When she got her plate she saw Setsuna carrying her tray of food. She was walking next to Makoto. Sekai dropped her food, and walked towards them. Everyone cooked there head at the sound of a tray hitting the floor. Sekai stood in front of Setsuna.

"Se-"Setsuna's sentence was cut short by a slap across the face that reverberated throughout the room. Setsuna's tray of food flew into the air and smacked Taisuke upside the face. A red hand mark lay upon Setsuna's face.

Setsuna rubbed her hand against the mark. When she looked up Sekai was gone.

"Setsuna?! Are you okay?" Makoto said reaching to help her.

Makoto stopped and thought about why she did that. He thought about what caused her to that, but he couldn't figure it out.

"I'm fine, it's ok… but why did she do that?" Setsuna asked.

"I'll go fix this," Makoto said hurrying towards the closest exit door.

He saw Sekai walking away from the school towards the train station. He followed behind her finding out where she was going to. He ended up following her to his train station, and she got on in one of the front cabins. Makoto got onto one of the cabins in the back.

When the train stopped on the other side of the line Sekai got off, and walked towards other buildings. He followed her to a building complex, and she walked up some stairs, and opened a door.

Makoto pulled out his phone and texted Setsuna, if the address he was at was her home. Makoto waited roughly fifteen minutes before getting a response.

"Yes that is where she lives." Setsuna texted him.

He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. He heard no footsteps inside, and was thinking she was asleep. He heard a glass crashing against the floor. He heard something stumble and fall down, so he opened the door and saw a broken empty bottle of sake lying on the ground. Sekai lay next to it and appeared drunk.

"Makotooo… Why you like Sssetshuna sooo much?" Sekai said.

"Sekai?! Did you drink?!" Makoto asked in shock.

"Come here Makotooo…" Sekai said pulling Makoto to the ground.

"SEKAI!"

Sekai had successfully pulled him to the ground. She lay on him smothering him in drunk affection. Makoto watched as she closed the door behind him. She started rubbing her body against his…