Owkay. Good evening, you guys. (It's evening here at the Philippines. XD) Uhh. Unahan ko na kayo. (Tagalog for:" I'll be the first to speak", I think.) I'm sorry if this chapter won't be as good as the two previous ones. I'm so tired and can't think straight (just got home T_T). But still, I typed this. I don't know what came to my mind. -_- And yeah, I don't know what I typed. I made this one the spot (just like the others, actually). So, yeah. That's about it. Enough chichat, more fic reading. HAHAHA. Hope you guys like it. Stay cool. :D
Mian, out. :)
The world as we know it is not so innocent and peaceful as we think it is. That's what I learned after hanging out with the guys. After going through stuff with them.
Back before I got involved with them, it was all fun and games for me. All I ever cared about were my baseball career and my family, my dad. All I ever thought of were games andof course, playing them. It was really enjoyable, really really enjoyable. Not really caring about anything but fun, not being serious, well, not living, I think. Not living in the real world was fun. I lived in a world where everything was fun back then. Lived.
I was carefree, when I was on my own. I was this happy go lucky guy everybody relied on whenever there's a problem for I was the one they expected to solve it. Well, that didn't really change except for the happy go lucky part.
When I met them, everything changed. My whole life turned topsy turvy. They brought me into their mafia world which, at first, I thought of as a game. And me being a playful and jolly guy, joined without hesitation. But it was more than a game, I found out. It was dead serious. The fights were real, we could really get hurt, die, in them. And so this jolly guy changed. I had to. I had to learn how to fight and be serious. They taught me how to fight and be serious. Because if I hadn't, I would really die out there. If they hadn't taught me how to fight and be serious and, hahaha, how to fight seriously, I wouldn't be telling you this. I wouldn't be writing this.
They taught me that this world isn't really just all fun and games. And that there's more to this than just baseball and kendo and other sports. They woke me up. To the real world, and to the truth. As we went through the challenges (specifically, when we went to the future), I found out that my father would be killed. And so I learned how to love my dad even more. I kind of had to. I didn't want to settle with the amount of love I'm giving him. He doesn't deserve it. He deserved better. And so, I gave him better, more. When I found out he would be killed because I got involved in this, I learned to love him more. How to give more importance to him.
Some of you, no, all of you who are reading this might think that they're bad influence to me, bad luck magnets and nothing but trouble, but they really are not. Yeah, sure, they made me this way. But this is better. If I didn't become this, I wouldn't have saved my father, and the future, partially. Yeah, they tuned me into a fighter, yeah, I became kind of brutal (no, not really), but believe me, it was all for the best. I know it is. Hahaha. They were more of life changers than nuisances to me.
They taught me that this world is hiding lots of stuff from us. They taught me the importance of family, friends, comrades, teamwork and many more. They taught me that there are times that being happy go lucky, jolly and carefree wouldn't solve our problems. That we have to be serious sometimes. Or to just sum it up, they woke me up. They brought me out of that wonderful nightmare I was in, the carefree world. For the one who isn't having hard times in his life, doesn't have a life at all. They pulled me into the real world. At first, I thought it was bad, but i turned out quite nicely. It wasn't bad. It was fun really. HAHAHA.
"Thank you, everyone. For waking me up. For bringing me into your world, the real world. I would've been miserable if you guys hadn't come, I think. Anyway, THANKS A LOT, YOU GUYS. I WOULD NEVER FORGET YOU."