I actually had typed this yesterday but because of being possessed by some spirit I don't know what, I decided to proofread. Amazing, right? I rarely do that. Wait no. I never do that until now. So yeah, if you could still find errors, inform me. Also thanks to the Guests who reviewed as well as zairaswift and Tsuray and to those people who followed or favorite this story. You guys are the best ;)

Rollercoaster of Hearts- Chapter Five

Eyelids fluttered open revealing a set of orbs in the hue almost similar to that of emeralds. Takumi gazed fervently at whatever the first thing his eyes caught the moment he opened them. In one look, one would immediately think how beautiful those eyes were…only if they're not grieving. Takumi once again closed his eyes and opened them again as he drew another deep breath to prevent himself from breaking down. It's not the right time to cry for him. It'll be in a few hours when he'll finally start his lessons again so here he is, standing by the huge window with the same picture in his hands. It was what all he needed to feel her again. It was the only thing that helps him remember her. He doesn't want to forget about her no matter how the people around him tell him to. He just can't bring himself to do that. He loves her too much and the ring on his finger justifies that.

Slowly, he focused his attention to his hand where the ring always lingers only to be disappointed. It wasn't there. Takumi instantly shot his eyes wide towards his hand and found his ring finger empty.

"Fuck…"

Anxiety rushed through him in a matter of seconds. He was being frantic. He ran to the clothes' rack in a matter of seconds and rummaged through the heap of cloth, inspecting every pocket only to find nothing. He looked through every drawers and cabinets and even the bathroom but there's still no sign of the ring. His thoughts were getting hazy. He lost it. He lost the ring, the ring that was the only thing left that connected him to Chiyo.

"Crap…"

In a mad dash, he went out his bedroom leaving the mess he made in his room and searched through every corner of the huge mansion from the kitchen where he had a glass of water a while ago, from the garden where he strolled this morning, from the dining area where he ate his meal, from the music room where he practiced playing violin and even to the different unoccupied rooms which he never even stepped foot in because he was just that desperate yet to no luck, it was nowhere in sight. Dejection surged through him as he slumps his body to the futon back in his room, hopelessly. He felt like life was taken away from him once more. It's like all his energy is being drained each passing minute without the ring on his finger. It was his life support. It's what keeps him reminded of what he had with Chiyo and of what they could have been. It symbolizes the love they had. How could he be stupid? How could he forget to treasure the ring? How could he just let it get missing? Heck, he can't even remember when he lost it and where. It would take a miracle to get it back now. He sure wishes miracles were true. Takumi put an arm over his face and let out careful breaths. He feels so lost-doomed to be precise. He couldn't believe how luck really wasn't on side all the time. Continuous adverse events just keep coming to his life without having a break. First is Chiyo's death, then his mother's illness, and now losing the most important object, their engagement ring. What could be next? He bet it'll be worse. Life hates him anyway. He's nothing but a mere object of amusement to life, someone who's enjoyable seeing suffering.

Lifelessly, he stood up from the bed and made his way to the shelf. He picked out the book most familiar to him and opened the page where she was there-her picture. His eyes softened as it began to water.

"I'm so sorry, Chiyo. I lost our engagement ring. You're not mad are you?" he started conversing with the photo as if she really was listening to him. What if Chiyo was here he thought. What would she probably say? What would she do? Well surely if that happens to a woman, she'd go crazy about it, get angry and yell but no, not Chiyo. She probably was the most forgiving person he ever met. Even if you're at fault, even if you don't apologize, even if she gets hurt physically or emotionally, you'll still find yourself forgiven in the end. That's one thing he fell for. She was the only girl who managed to show him kindness he never saw in anyone else. Her benevolence, it's what keeps him attracted all the more to her. Sure, she's not that pretty but there's just something in her that tells him that she's different. She's special yet now, all of that will only be in his mind. All those gentleness of hers, she carried it along in her grave. He couldn't believe how he'll miss her so much. He may never find another girl like her in this world. She was one in a million. And he was so stupid to lose the ring she valued the most. He can't forget how she always talks about it or how she always stare at it during random moments.

"I'm so stupid, Chiyo." The statement may seem like it was intended for his action of losing the ring alone but for Takumi, it meant more. It meant how much of a fool he was for not having enough strength to save her on that fateful day. It meant how senseless he was for losing consciousness when she needed him most. Most of all, it meant how brainless he was for not thinking fast during that time. If only…if only he could rewind all that's been done, he would gladly do it even if it meant he's the one who's going to die. It'll all be worth it if it meant giving Chiyo the life she deserved for her compassion. He was the crueler one in both of them yet in his state, why does the good always have to die first? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

Takumi shut the book close in a second as the memories of that day came flooding back to haunt him.

"Neh, Takumi, I'm bored. Today's our anniversary. We're already two years in a relationship. Shouldn't we do something more fun than reading books side by side under this Sakura tree in your garden? Doing these things sounds so cliché."

"Hmm?" Takumi stopped reading and looked up, meeting Chiyo's gray eyes, pleading for something.

"This is boring," she uttered and stood up, dusting the white dress that reached just above her knees. She walked over to Takumi's front and placed her hands on her hips. "Let's go somewhere more fun."

"It's fun here."

"C'mon. We're supposed to enjoy our anniversary."

"I'm enjoying our moment here."

"You're a sourpuss," she muttered as she gave him a pout she knew he couldn't resist. Takumi rolled his eyes and put down the book he was reading beside him.

"Fine."

Chiyo clasped her hands in delight and pulled the blonde up despite how heavy he was. "There's this secret waterfall I discovered during my road trip with my best friend last week. It's only an hour drive from here if you go beyond speed limits. It has a really fantastic view and the water's so refreshing there. I want to show it to you."

"Since you seem so eager, okay then, you tell me the directions."

"Really? You're not letting Cedric drive us there? That's a first." Her eyes sparkled all the more. She never knew he'd drive them to the destination because all the time, when they needed to go somewhere, Cedric or any other butler working under the Walker would take them there. She can't even point out a single moment in their two-year relationship where a chauffeur wasn't with them.

"It's our anniversary, right? It'll only be fair if only the two of us were to go," he replied as he gave her the smile she said she always loved. It was the smile only she would receive from him, the said to be heartless Walker.

"It's fine if someone would accompany us. You're not that good of a driver," she teased as he pinched his left arm earning her a scowl.

"Oh yeah? Let me prove it then. You know I'm good at anything."

"You're too full of yourself. Let's just ask Cedric to bring us there and then call him when we're ready to leave."

"You're doubting my abilities?"

"No. You just started driving. The road towards there is kind of bumpy and curvy. You might find it difficult."

"There. It's proven. You don't trust me," he frowned and slumped back down unto the grass.

"Of course I trust you. I just feel safer when Cedric drives us there," Chiyo replied as she bent down to his eye level giving him a reassuring smile. "So?"

"I still think I'll drive us to there."

"Well someone's being his stubborn self. Fine then if that's what you want."

"I know you couldn't resist me."

"You know me well."

.

"Is it still further up ahead?" Takumi asked, not leaving his eyes from down road. They were already driving for almost an hour now.

"We're halfway there."

"Halfway?" he frowned as he glanced at her for a minute. She was looking out the window, enjoying the sight of nature which she favored the most. He couldn't help but admire her all the more.

"Yes. Halfway."

"I knew we should speed up." He returned his attention back into driving and waited for her reply.

"No. We'll stay in this speed. We'll get there eventually anyway. There's no need to rush. We have all day."

"Now I really do feel you don't trust my driving skills."

"I agreed to you driving but I couldn't take the risks, Takumi. You're still learning." Her voice was strict this time unlike her always gentle one. That's when Takumi realized she's serious so he decided to let her win this time. It's not every day that she'd act this way.

"Fine."

A few minutes passed after their little conversation and neither of them was uttering a word. Chiyo was too occupied with the scenery that she didn't bother starting a conversation with him. Normally at times like these, she would start blabbering about random stuffs which he'll be forced into listening. Well, it's not that he doesn't like listening to her voice. It's just that all she ever talks about was her shopping times with friends, salons, fashion shows and anything on the girly side and all he could do is nod and give nonsense replies. He smiled at her too unusual self as of the moment, shook his head in amusement and gave his focus back into driving. He pulled over the breaks only to feel it not working. Confused, he pulled once more and for another time. Still, it wasn't working.

'Fuck. What's happening?,' he thought as random thought clouded his mind. He couldn't think straight. He doesn't have a hint as to why the break's malfunctioning and he doesn't know what else to do.

He took a glance at Chiyo. She was still looking out the window, smiling while there he was, starting to get frantic. The break is not working and any moment soon, he's sure they'll need to turn or eventually come across some rocks that fell from the higher parts of the mountain. They were climbing up a mountain for goodness' sake!

"Chiyo…" he started, his breath getting heavy. His mind isn't working properly. Not when he knows what could happen. He could picture everything-every single thing that might happen any moment from now.

"Hmm?" she stopped admiring the scene outside and looked at him sweetly. She was smiling because she didn't know the situation they're in just yet. Sweat was already dripping from Takumi's forehead. He's nervous. He had to think fast on what they should do.

"Chiyo..." he called again.

"What is it?"

He doesn't know whether he should tell her but he did so otherwise. "The break isn't working," he calmly managed to inform her and he knew her eyes went wide with fear upon hearing those words.

"Takumi…" she said, out of breath. She's hyperventilating already. She clutched her chest tightly as she let his words sunk in deeper in her mind. She couldn't hear right. That wasn't it, right? She heard wrong.

"Chiyo, relax, we'll get through this together," he said calming her as he placed a hand on her lap all the while steering the wheel with the other free hand. Although he wanted her to calm down, he himself wasn't. He knew where this was going. He knew how this day was going to end and he doesn't like it one bit. Up ahead, they both saw a boulder at the side of the road where they're at. Their eyes widen. They looked at each other, terrified of what's about to come. They have to make a turn yet they couldn't. Not with the breaks not working.

"Takumi…" she whispered as she panted for breath. She's not ready for any of these. This was supposed to be their day. Tears started welling up in her eyes. She just couldn't take what's happening to them.

"Chiyo, we'll be fine. Trust me."

Their vehicle was approaching the boulder fast. He stopped steering the wheel for he knew it was useless for both of them. They were about to crash. They both shut their eyes and held each other's hands, preparing for the impact.

"Takumi, I love you."

"I love you too, Chiyo. We'll get through this."

Within a matter of seconds, the car crashed against the massive rock sending shards of glasses towards them giving cuts and deep wounds all over their bodies. Chiyo lost her consciousness within seconds maybe due to fear and pain yet Takumi still managed to hold on to his. He knew he had to. He had to get them out of the situation. But that wasn't it. The car didn't merely crash. It started tilting sidewards. No, it's rolling and in rapid motion into the edge of the road and Takumi's hand that was once holding Chiyo lost its grip because of gravity and loss of enough strength from himself. Panicking, he reached out for her again but it was all too late for him. Her petite figure went out the window and disappeared from his sight in a flash.

"No! Chiyo!" he screamed at the top of his lungs amidst his weak state. The came immediately came tumbling down in a final roll leaving it upside-down barely hanging on to the end of the cliff with Takumi crushed under it. It wasn't a miracle to him that he was still conscious despite all the pain. He was driven by the need to save her. He knew he needed to get to her. She's unconscious without him. Slowly and with all the energy left in him, he tried breaking free from the car that's weighing him down. He crawled from the window, lots of blood already dripping from his forehead and cuts where already all over his body but he didn't mind all of that. He doesn't care how much his body's aching as of the moment. What's all in his mind was to get to Chiyo. With little ounce of strength left in him, he scrambled out of the car and into the road. He was looking around, desperate but where is she? He couldn't find Chiyo anywhere. And the place seemed deserted. Help was nowhere in sight.

"Chiyo," he called out, his voice already weak. He knew he's about to lose consciousness any time soon. He had to find her fast. He got on his knees as he crawled and frantically fished out the phone from his pocket. And as if hope was still there, it was still alive and a light signal was detected by the device. Thanking the God in heaven for the little amount of given hope for them, Takumi began dialing any speed dial.

"Hello?" the voice from the other line answered within the second ring. He thanked God again for that.

"H-help."

"Takumi?" he wasn't in the right state anymore to identify the voice but whoever it was, he needed to let that person know.

"Help. Please help us." He was already begging as if that person could come to their aid in a flash but he knew too well. They were up in the mountains. It would take almost half an hour to get where they are even at maximum speed. "Help. Help us," he repeated. His voice was already getting hoarse from all the pain in his body. "Chiyo."

"Takumi?"

"Chiyo. I have to help her. Please help us." He kept crawling to God knows where as his thoughts drifted off to that one girl he knew he needed to be with right now. He can't let her die. Not just yet. They still have a wedding to achieve. They still need to say their vows within a matter of months from now. They still have a future ahead of them. He can't let a single accident tear all of that apart. They promised they'd be with each other forever and always. How can they do that when she's not by his side? His vision was already blurry as well as his hearing. He couldn't identify what the voice from the other line of the call was saying anymore. There and then he knew he'll pass out soon. With the small amount left in him, he again uttered the one word they badly needed right now and the only word his lips was capable of producing before his eyes shut for good, consciousness slipping through him. "Help."

Takumi briskly opened his eyes to remove the haunting thought away, bringing him back to reality in his room. He hadn't realized he was spacing out all the while sitting cross-legged on the floor with their favorite book on his lap, his hands over it. He couldn't take it anymore. That memory needed to stop. It was too much for him to take right now for him to remember things further more after that. It's too painful knowing how stupid he was for giving in to unconsciousness even before getting to Chiyo's side. For forever, he accepted the fact that he was to blame for her death even how everyone else thinks it wasn't his fault. It was because he was such a wretch that time that he didn't manage to save her. It was because he was too caught up with his panic that he let her hand go. No matter how one sees it, for him, he was the one responsible for everything. If only he listened to her and let Cedric drive them, then they wouldn't have to use that car. They would have taken Cerdic's car instead. Why didn't he listen to her? He's the boyfriend, right? He should have let her decisions prevail over his yet what did he do? He got stubborn and insisted on what he wanted so life just had to teach him his lesson…in the cruelest way possible.

He was taken away from the reverie he was in when knocks came to his door. Composing himself, he immediately stood up and placed the book back on the shelf. "The door's open."

Slowly, the mahogany doors creaked as it open. He didn't know who's outside but he's sure about one thing. He needed company.

"It's me."

He frowned at the sight of Misaki. Great, just the person he needed. Of course, that was sarcasm. In hell would he need her. One thing he doesn't need right now is that that makes him remember Chiyo.

"What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed tone hoping she'll catch the idea that he doesn't want her around him.

"Uhmm, n-nothing. I just…" But of course, she's always oblivious to other's feelings so what Takumi wanted was far from happening.

"If you have no business here then I would like to ask you to leave." Sure, he needed company as what he said but definitely not hers. All he need is anything but another thing that could remind him of Chiyo as he thought a while ago.

"P-Patricia-san asked me to get you. Your…your tutor is here," Misaki stuttered as she kept her gaze low. Takumi's stare was too intimidating. It was making her feel out of her depth. Really, the aura he was giving her was giving her the creeps, making her fine hairs stand up as if he was looking through her with that thing in his eyes that she really can't comprehend.

"Tell him to go back home," he said emotionless as he strode back towards his bed and sat down, avoiding her gaze as he looked out the window instead.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

"Yes, you are excused."

"Stop it with all the crap, Mr. Takumi. What is wrong with you?" Misaki irately stomped her way across the room, stopping just in front of the person she called as an annoying jerk in her head. She narrowed her eyes at him hoping he'll notice it as he had his head down not meeting her gaze.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Fuck that. Just a few days ago you said you'll study again and now you're telling me you're not in the mood?! The hell! What is wrong with your mind?!" She was fuming with anger that she felt like killing him on the spot. She never met someone as difficult to understand as him. She'll never get to know what's on his mind or the next thing he's going to say or do. He's too confusing to sort out. He's too much of a hassle. He never fails to keep her blood boiling sometimes with anger and sometimes in annoyance especially during those suicidal times of his.

"Nothing's wrong with my mind. You're the one that's wrong!" he shouted back at her still not meeting her eyes. He was afraid he'd lose this fight if he ever stares at those orbs that clearly make him see Chiyo through them.

"Oh? And what did I do to be the wrong one?!" Misaki wasn't one to back down in a fight. It's her pride in the line. She doesn't even know what she had done to anger him. All she did was tell him about the arrival of his teacher. What's so wrong about that?

"I don't know! Just stop showing yourself in front of face!" They were now shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. Neither was willing to give up that easily. Takumi was being stubborn while Misaki was simply fighting for her dignity. It wasn't right for her to be yelled at when she didn't even do anything wrong in the first place. That she can think of.

"You know I can't do that." Misaki was first to lower her voice. She contemplated at it first but thought it was no use shouting at someone who's not willing to back down. Seriously, this guy.

"And why is that?" He was challenging her. Damn him for that. Takumi finally met her gaze and for a moment there, he was caught breathless for no valid reason at all. Her golden orbs were staring at him with a mix of anger and something he couldn't clearly grasp. It was one thing he hadn't seen before and he couldn't find the right words to describe it. His admirations for her eyes stopped when she answered.

"I made a promise to Patricia-san. I promised I'd take care of you for her and honestly, I didn't know it'd be worse than taking care of a seven year old child."

"Are you insulting me?"

"What do you think?" Takumi snickered. Seriously, even when she reminded him so much of Chiyo, when her attitude kicks in, everything crumbles. She was nowhere near Chiyo's kind heart. She was more of a beast to him.

"Are you really sure you made that promise because you cared for mom or is it that you wanted to take advantage of the opportunity because you find me attractive? You're just like those every girl, right?-those bitches who willingly throw themselves to me. You…" Takumi was silenced with wide eyes when flesh met his cheek. She slapped him. The right side of his face was now searing with pain, red from the contact. Damn, that slap was something.

"You…" she began with her head bowed down so he couldn't exactly see her expression. "…have no right to call me a bitch when you don't even know me that much. Even my worst enemies never called me that so that doesn't give you the right to do so." Her voice sounded harsh to him but it was breaking. Was she crying? Takumi reached out a hand as if he was sorry which Misaki immediately slapped away. "Don't touch me," she hissed, every word filled with venom. Without anything else, she walked away and slammed the door hard causing Takumi to flinch a little.

"Damn, what did I do?" he muttered to himself as he lay down on the soft mattress of his bed. He wasn't in the right position to run after her. They barely knew each other. And he also wasn't in the right position to just stay there. He admitted it. It was his fault anyway. He made her cry, right? But was she really crying or was it just his imagination?

"Fuck. I don't know what to do," He laughed at his silly words. He can't believe he's in this situation right now. He never made a girl cry because of his reckless actions before. He just makes them cry when he turns down a confession. Wait, he wasn't even sure if she was crying. Takumi groaned and massaged his temples roughly. For a moment there, he didn't realize how he completely forgot about the sorrows of the memory that haunted him earlier that day. He was too focused with Misaki for God knows how.

. . . . .

"Damn that stupid jerk." Misaki kept mumbling to herself curses intended for him as she paced through the empty halls of the mansion. She doesn't care if she can't inform that tutor of his about how he said he wasn't in the mood because right now, all she wants is to be out of this place because she hated the fact that she's somehow breathing the same air as that jerk. Sure she was angry and sure her voice was raspy but she wasn't going to cry. It wasn't her nature to shed tears over something so trivial such as being called a bitch by someone who doesn't even know her by heart. Of course, it stung but it wasn't enough for it to be worthy of her tears but it sure was enough to be worthy of her innocence. She knew if she hadn't walked out on him, she could've strangled him until his last breath. She still have to support Suzuna so yeah, she had to prevent herself from committing such crime. She could do it maybe when Suzuna graduates. Misaki groaned. That's years from now. Damn, she doesn't even know if she could hold herself back that long. She wanted to see him dead before her eyes. Sure, call her a sadist but she now longed to see that arrogant jerk in pain.

"Arrogant bastard. Thinking too much of himself. Well fuck him. He should go to hell. He's…Oof!" Misaki was too caught up with badmouthing Takumi that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going which ended up with her colliding against someone. Luckily, she got caught by his arms. She guessed it was a boy judging from how hard his chest was.

"Sorry miss. Are you okay?" Misaki swatted the arms encircling her waist away and moved a step back, glaring at the person who dared touch her like that. Although he was only avoiding her from crashing down the floor, to her, that doesn't give him the right to touch her just like that. It's disgusting.

"Woah. No need to glare at me like that." He raised his arms in surrender and gave an apologetic smile which Misaki accepted with second thoughts of course. Well, it was partly her fault for being too caught up with her thoughts anyway.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking," she also apologized and gave a low bow.

"It's fine. You were too busy badmouthing someone anyway. I understand."

She again glared. He stepped back a little seeing how scary she looked. Of course it wasn't because she was angry at what he said. It was because she was brought back to the reason as to why she was disparaging a certain blonde. Misaki frowned at the thought.

"I was just kidding."

"Whatever. It's not your fault. I'm just in a sour mood."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Some blondie got into my nerves a while ago."

"Me?"

Misaki looked up confused at his word only to realize he indeed also had blonde hair. She chuckled. "No. Not you. Takumi. You know him?"

"He's my childhood friend."

Fuck. Misaki's eyes widened at his words. He, being too keen on her expressions gave an assuring smile. "Don't worry. I won't tell." He gave her a wink which made Misaki's face go a few shades redder.

"Uhh yeah. I wouldn't mind if you tell him anyway. He deserves to know how much I loathe him."

"Oh and what might it be that he did do to you to make you cuss at him?"

Misaki contemplated for a moment on whether she should tell him or not. It's not that that important anyway. So she answered, "None of your business."

The blonde whistled. "Oh, a fierce one I see."

Misaki glared for the third time as if she was throwing daggers at him with her eyes. Really, even his friend ticks her off. That's why they're friends. They have something in common-being good at being irritating to her nerves. Birds of the same feather flock together.

"Fuck off," she cursed before shoving him aside. Heck what a great way to start the day. It's still early in the morning yet she's already pissed off to the max. She wonders if she could ever survive another day like this again-another day to spend with Takumi or another day to spend with Takumi and his friend to be exact.

"Misaki, get yourself ready. You're in for one hell of a ride."

Wow. This was sort of longer than I expected it to be. Maybe because of the flashback. But there you have it dear readers. I present to you the accident that took Chiyo away from Takumi. ;) Now, it's time for our short interview with some of the characters.

Interview Corner:

Me: Ladies, gentlemen, girls, boys, gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and multi-sexuals, welcome to Goddess-chan's short interview corner!

*Audience cheers*

Me: Calm down everyone. Let me first introduce our guest tonight/today before you all go crazy. So without further ado, let's give a round of applause to the ever charismatic but not so handsome Kuuga Sakurai and the forever cute Sakura Hanazono!

*Audience applauded with a few screams here and there*

Me: Welcome to our interview corner, both of you.

Sakura: Thank you. It's an honor to be here.

Kuuga: I'm glad you invited us to guest on your show.

Me: It wasn't a big deal so let's not waste any more time. Here's the question prepared for you two. First is for Sakura. So Sakura, what did you feel about the scene from last chapter when you had to be hit by a door?

Sakura: *smiles* It wasn't really me who got hit. I got a double.

Me: *gasps* My, my. Poor double.

Sakura: Teehee~ she got paid a lot anyway.

Me: I'm sure all that'll go to hospital fees. Anyway, on to the next question. So Kuuga, it's your first time being in my fanfic. Am I right?

Kuuga: Yes.

Me: How does it feel?

Kuuga: It's nice but it kind of got in the way of my singing career. I had to work twice as hard with all the shooting as well as the song recording.

Me: That sure sounds tiring. My sympathies to you and your hectic schedule. So, say your goodbyes now.

Kuuga: Wait, that's it? The interview's done?!

Me: Yep. Why? Got a problem?

Kuuga: Yeah. We prepared ourselves for hours to look presentable and you only ask us one question each.

Me: Well duhh! It's not like we have much time with us. As I have said, this is a SHORT Interview Corner so basically, it's well…short. And besides, I'm already sleepy. *yawns*

Kuuga: The hell! I am so not guesting here again. This is just a waste of time.

Me: Ad I'd make sure not to invite someone as rude as you.

Kuuga: Go to hell.

Me: Whatever. I'd also make sure you die in this story.

Sakura: Now, now. Stop fighting, you guys. Oh and that's too bad we have to end now. Well, I understand you, Author-san. So, dear readers, please do review. Any comment about this chapter or about the whole story itself is accepted. Kuuga, stop sulking and say your lines.

Kuuga: Fine. Please continue your support if you want this story to end well. Mwahahaha. *says in a bored tone*

Sakura: Bye, minna-san! We'll be seeing you maybe tomorrow or the day after that!

Me: *is already asleep* (A/N: I typed this at around two in the morning)