Sunday, April 6, 2009
A pale white light, like a lone spotlight on a theater stage, peeled back the curtain of darkness. Among the walls and decorations of an ordinary Tokyo apartment, a man-sized mirror instantly caught the eye. It was perfectly level on its black frame, as if gravity and weight meant nothing. The coffin's shape was peculiar, but not strange in the context of the often more absurd world that surrounded it.
On the left side, confidently and gently, the entertainer entered the "coffin": a teenager of about seventeen, not the tallest, but not the shortest to mock him either. He carefully turned around in front of the mirror, looking at his uniform from all sides. The white shirt with black buttons, a thin ribbon bow in the shape of a butterfly, and dark pants didn't cause much interest, except that they fit his slim, lithe figure perfectly.
The jacket stood out against the background of other things. The teenager walked carefully over its strict, fitted shape, checking the structured shoulders for comfort, examining the silver zippers on the pockets, the cuffs, and the cut, which was crossed but devoid of buttons. He appreciated the jacket's functionality and serviceability but couldn't shake the feeling that it looked like a biker jacket. Also, it felt too tight on his chest, so he refused to fasten the chest zipper in the future.
From a high school insignia in place of a pocket that looked more like a car company emblem, he moved on to his own face. Fingers glided over the smooth, rounded features of his beautiful face, feeling the pale skin and sunken cheeks. His palms ran through his silky blue hair but could not remove the emo bangs that covered his right eye. The rest of the left, gray, sharp, and cold watched his every move.
- Is it really me? - wondered the teenager. The voice was pleasantly melodic but expressed no special emotion. It sounded more like a dry fact finder - My God... I should be thankful Naoto isn't here. I'm sure he'd take a picture of me and keep it in his "special album".
- Yes, Minato, y-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu... It's really you... - sounded a senile voice behind the teenager, in which pain and a forced attempt at a sly tone echoed.
- Hiroshi! I told you to go to bed! You want Naoto to kill us?! - Minato narrowed his left eyes, turning to his sudden interlocutor.
He leaned against the doorframe, his back bent at the waist. The lines of his face were perfectly symmetrical, but the pain distorted them greatly. The gray hair, previously pulled back in a strict bun, had come out of his hairstyle, giving the old man an eccentric look. And in the black eyes, in addition to the pain, there was clear pride and joy. A black kimono completed the image of an old-fashioned Japanese, faithful to tradition.
-From... Akh, my back! - the old man tried to approach Minato but was forced to stand his ground due to a new impulse of pain - Since I can't... we'll take you to the station... Then let me at least see you in this uniform. It looks good on you. I'm sure you're going to romance a lot of girls.
- One would expect nothing less from Gekkoukan High School, one of the most elite educational institutions in the country, - shrugged Minato putting his hands in his pockets - However, believe it or not. I feel too weird.
- Although I didn't know it... Ha... That you like to show off in front of the mirror, - mischievous sparks danced in the old man's eyes as he uttered these words. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, drowning out his pained expression.
- Please don't start with your jokes, - Minato replied with a grimace, approaching the old man, and standing up - Come, let me help you.
- You are wicked... but at the same time so righteous. I have raised you well, - groaned Hiroshi, extending his hand in surrender.
- I find it hard to believe you're so old. With that attitude you look like a child, -responded Minato, tucking his head under Hiroshi's arm, and making his shoulders a support - How is it that you can teach kendo?
- Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya! Easy, easy, my back, my back, my back, my back! - Hiroshi was tormenting himself with every step, but he tried not to raise his voice.
- I've already told you many times that you're too old, - Minato grumbled, leading him to the futon and helping him to lie down under groans of pain - It's time to stop training little by little. It looks like your retirement is getting closer and closer.
- Never! - Hiroshi suddenly got up from the futon. Which caused a big contraction in his back. This time, he couldn't control the tone of his voice.
Minato was sure that this scream could be heard throughout the neighborhood. He only hoped that when the time came for him to leave, they wouldn't see him as a stranger.
- At this rate I'm going to have to call Naoto, - Minato sighed at how little consideration his father sometimes had. And I couldn't give it up either.
- I devoted myself to kendo and karate all my life, I can't help practicing every day, - responded Hiroshi while Minato exposed his lower back and took a healing cream for the joints - And I have already told you many times that I want to take care of my grandchildren.
- First, I'm sixteen years old, - Minato grimaced, squeezing some of the cream in the palm of his hand and starting to rub it on the old man - Secondly, the only "relationship" I've ever had was with Kotone. And it didn't end very well.
- The light that shines in you can be stronger than the light that surrounds you, - Hiroshi felt wise with the sentence he had just felt. At the same time, he felt a pleasant chill from the cream.
- Another William Blake quote? - Minato didn't quite understand Hiroshi's taste for that poet. Whenever he had the chance, he always brought up several of his poems - If things get worse, don't hesitate to call Naoto. She will come to help you; because I doubt very much that she will call an ambulance.
- Thank you, - nodded Hiroshi as Minato stood up and headed for the door with long strides - Aren't you forgetting something important?
Due to Hiroshi's sudden appearance while trying on his new uniform, he had not noticed. The most important thing was missing. Minato looked around his desk at his most faithful friends. A pair of headphones he always carried with him since they were given to him as a gift.
- How could it be that I almost forgot about you guys? - Minato felt indignant. He never left his room without them. He decided to put them in his pocket - It's your fault for distracting me.
Hiroshi couldn't hold back the laughter that only embarrassed the teenager.
- If you don't like being in Gekkoukan, you can always come back here, - the wise tone inherent to the sensei, knocked down Minato's displeasure, forcing him to listen - Tokyo could leave you - not the best memories of people. But here I am, there are Naoto and his grandfather Gosha. We'll always help you, even if everyone says you're a mistake.
- And miss an opportunity like this? Have you gone crazy? - Minato let out a sarcastic laugh that only made the old man happy. It was one of the few moments where he showed his emotions, and they were a delight - Remember what you said to me when we first met? And I'm not talking about another William Blake line.
- What did I tell you when we met? I got it! I want two grandchildren. Preferably a boy and a girl; I even have the names already, - Minato rolled his eyes. He was considering that his adoptive father had a big problem - Relax. I remember it perfectly... If they disturb our peace, it will be time to show our tenacity.
- There will be people who can understand and accept the real you, without conditions or demands. If, at your first mistake or carelessly thrown word, they renounce you like a leper, then these people don't deserve your attention.
Minato was silent. He remained motionless for a minute, staring at his reflection in the mirror illuminated with his left eye. A single tear ran down his cheek, which Hiroshi could not see. But only a calm, even voice echoed loudly.
- Take care of yourself and be happy. I'll try to keep in touch and not try to murder someone... But no promises.
- It's enough for me that you keep that in mind, - said Hiroshi when he heard Minato leave the room.
Despite his advanced age, the old man's hearing was excellent. He clearly heard how the bag with the things was rearranged, how Minato's feet ended up in his new blue boots, which they had bought especially when they both didn't like Gekkoukan shoes. He remembered amused how they both reacted to the shoes and immediately went to buy new shoes. In the end, however... It was Naoto who passed the final sentence.
He heard the click of a switch, which plunged the hallway into darkness, and the creaking of the front door.
- I miss you already, - Hiroshi sighed deeply. He had forgotten what it felt like to be alone at home. The feeling of loneliness... It felt like tears were about to well up at any moment, and he couldn't wait to use it in the goodbye like in the movies.
Tokyo, Ueno - Afternoon
The sound of the message and the vibration caught Minato as he was leaving his apartment building and walking down the Tokyo Street. He stopped in front of a large screen that seemed to be made of a thousand small moons. A brown-haired girl in a green bikini showed her body and smile in an advertisement for something unknown, but her eyes were hidden.
- You got bored too fast, - he grumbled, though a faint smile appeared on his face.
However, the happy mood quickly vanished when Arisato saw an unknown number in the message list.
- Hello Mina-I mean Arisato-kun. This is Kotone! Say hello to me I'm across the street! - the text message said.
Emotions were hard to control. Minato's breathing quickened and he began to look around, carefully scanning the area around him. The people around him were trying to avoid him, it seemed so intimidating now.
Kotone was there, across the street. Red hair with auburn tint was pulled back in the usual ponytail; Several hairpins held it together at the temples. The red eyes glittered with a ruby grimace, and the pretty face was darkened with a falsely pleasant venomous smile. Her clothes were prettier than her face: a beige sweater with a pink stripe that cinched her chest and shoulders; leggings under a black and orange plaid skirt and tall brown boots. An orange scarf hid her neck.
Minato looked at Kotone for a minute. His face took on a cold and indifferent expression and the girl. He wished she would not cross the street, but it was also the path he had to take. When the traffic light turned red and all the cars stopped. Kotone hurried over to him.
- Can you change the expression on your face please? I'm starting to get scared! - said Kotone pouting in a way that would be adorable to most guys.
- What are you doing here? - Minato asked without changing his indifferent expression.
- Isn't it obvious? I came to say goodbye. Everyone at school heard about the scholarship you got, an amazing achievement! - the girl enthusiasm also gradually faded - I know you're not the romantic type, so I'll say it myself... I'm going to miss you, Arisato-kun.
- Why did you have to say that? ... Ugh, okay. Take care of yourself Kotone. Don't do so many crazy things since I won't be there to back you up, - Minato didn't want to be late to the station and process that awkward encounter. There were a lot of things he was leaving behind in this city and maybe it was for the best.
As he continued his way he pulled out of his pocket and hung around his neck a silver player that looked like a large medicine capsule. The silver wired headphones fit my ears perfectly. Pressing the "Start" button as he went along.
I will burn my dread
Music from the powerful drum beat and synthesizer keys booming in Minato's ears as if his headphones were gun barrels. His whole world was reduced to a screen counting down the precious seconds of his favorite tune, which helped him forget about the recent unpleasant encounter.
(Yeah, Gonna burn your dread, Gonna burn your dread)
The spring sun was sinking in the west, lengthening the shadows of the monumental skyscrapers with a soft orange light. The street lighting had not yet burst into flames, but the heart of Japan, Tokyo, didn't even think to slow down.
Yes
Burn my dread
I honked my horn at the stuck cars. He spoke to the voices of an innumerable population, for whom the slow approach of dusk meant nothing. It hummed by itself, prolonged and menacing, as if Tokyo were alive on its own, independent of human will. So much so that even the huge moon rising in the east, almost full, was no different from the dots that made up the advertising screens with unnecessary merchandise.
(Whatever it takes, Uh, Yeah)
Minato's mind remained isolated from the world, which was a risk. A chance to not realize the danger until he gets intimately close for a fatal blow to the back. But Arisato was attentive and careful, following a route he knew along the stairs and bridges.
Burn my dread
The clicks of buttons and pops of gunfire from slot machine screens merged with the sound of running water slowly filling the sink in a secluded room. In the wave-distorted reflection, the fear in the brown eyes was clear and obvious.
(No doubt, Gotta take it out like this y'all, Uh uh).
The slot machine had long ago announced "Game over," but water still intensely filled the sink, unable to overflow due to the plumbers' foresight. The disheveled girl slid on the floor near the sink, clutching her head and sobbing from the emotions that overwhelmed her.
People in Tokyo had no intention of becoming less noisy. They squander money on crane machines, eagerly trying to win a prize. They sit in numerous cafes, staring at nowhere. They press their noses against the screens of flip phones, as if their entire lives were contained in palm-sized pieces of plastic. They smoke, which helps cars further poison the air, or hang out in secluded corners, only to have their lives be like fireworks: burning brightly and quickly extinguished. They wander the streets, subject to their daily routine, chatting about a thousand and one things that make little sense without the proper context.
Passing schoolgirls walked past Arisato, chatting happily. From the outside it would seem that they passed through him, as if he were a ghost - he moved so quietly and imperceptibly. The gaze of the left gray eye involuntarily glanced at their bags. They all had the same keychain: teddy bears, whose design was clearly worked out by someone with... A unique idea of beauty.
Burn my dread
A drop of water echoed throughout the room, forcing the girl sitting on the floor to gather her strength.
- Come on, Yukari... You can do it, - she mentally told herself, digging her fingers deeper into her bangs.
The pink cardigan unbuttons, exposing the white shirt at the edge of her chest. The red bow tie is untied in a desperate attempt to overcome the panic attack. The heart beats so hard in the chest that you could see its pulsation through the clothing.
- It's as easy as peeling pears, - Yukari continues to persuade herself, squeezing the silver pistol in her right hand tighter - Like a selfie. You point it at your head and press the button. Yes... Selfie...
The hand with the gun left the ground as the mouths of three dogs opened, dripping drool onto the sidewalk. They stood guard over their elderly owner, with a multicolored afro on their heads and yellow dresses with a brown spot on their bodies. The animals glittered in strange clothing, jewelry, and wigs, clearly alluding to their role as guides for the blind woman. In front of them, a ghostly teenager was walking down the stairs, stopping at the crosswalk, waiting for the green signal to follow.
Burn my Dread
The wait seemed to go on forever, unsettling Minato and Yukari. He was worried about the express train to his destination (in his head), she was worried about committing suicide with a gun to her forehead.
Her breathing increased to the limit, her heart squeezing her ribs, running the risk of bursting in her chest like a balloon. She constantly licked her parched lips, trying to overcome the tension, while his emotions were revealed by the constricted pupil of his only visible eye.
Just a moment... Just a little while longer...
(One time for the mind)
Oh me
(Drop - like - this)
The green light flashed and Minato advanced confidently towards the station. The trigger slowly yielded to the force of her fingers, trembling with tension, while his fingers trembled nervously, squeezing the strap of his bag.
- I can't do this... - she repeated aloud to herself, starting to cry - I'm so afraid... Forgive me, daddy... Please forgive me... I am a disgusting daughter...
The words became unintelligible as Yukari was completely consumed in her crying. And the song kept playing
There's no man's land
No man ever survived
An aristocratic-looking, scarlet-haired girl stood over the weeping Takeba and shot herself in the head with her pistol, killing the children and boys lined up to her left with one bullet.
Invisible hands are
Behind you just now
Dark silhouettes fall synchronously into eight coffins that fit them perfectly. The lids with the angelic figures close and the boxes fly, attached by chains to the back of a massive figure, who with one sword stroke kills the thousand-armed creature.
If you ever win that
Race against rage, then
You'll be king 'cuz
It's no man's land
(For real)
Minato ran up the endless winding stairs of the moon tower while a girl dressed in loose-fitting blue pajamas watched him from below.
The mask is in heavy rain
Ultimately slain
Make shadows slave
What we've done is in vain
(Yes)
Twelve identical figures surrounded Minato, who had fallen to the ground. Their faces were hidden by masks of different designs, but all were decorated with Roman numerals from "I" to "XII".
Carrying AK-47, 24/7
But you've gotta live it persecuted by heaven
Minato lies on Yukari's lap, surrounded by flowers, warmth, and peace.
Comes from the direction, no - indication
You've got to, to let it move first
Let it out, let it down
Let it inside, let loose
Let 'em letting damn depressed -
Let's get it up
A blue butterfly decorates Minato's body, helping him fly above the clouds and gradually melting his skin, flesh, and bones until all that remains is a collection of symbols and crystalline blue light.
Then what 'cha gotta do is -
Drop the hammer down
Drop rhyme, drop hammer
Digging like a labor
You've got blood all over,
Ash all over,
Spit it out, son, game's over
The shots of two pistols echoed in the silence. The two bodies fell in unison, and Minato was left between them, chained to the iron cross and helpless.
(Burn my dread)
Tear up your fear,
The end is coming near,
Spit it out like a spear,
I'll burn your dread
Minato roars as his head is covered with a huge lion skull as a mask. Thorny vines entwine all over his body, digging into his flesh and creating a terrifyingly beautiful contrast of black roses and scarlet blood.
(Burn my dread)
No soul, robust
All dust, we bust
Justice to the man with no life
A stranger in a coat bleeds out in the alley as Minato watches the back of the retreating slender silhouette, burning with hatred and betrayal.
(Burn my dread)
Tear up your fear,
The end is coming near,
Spit it out like a spear,
I'll burn your dread
Minato emerges from the dark corner of Yukari's room like a ghost. With a single movement, he grabbed the pistol lying near her leg.
(Burn my dread)
No soul, robust
All dust, we bust
Justice to the man with no life
Like a real cowboy, he deftly twirled the huge revolver on his finger, put it to his head and with a mad grin...
- Gaaaaah! - Minato shouted, waking up in the train by the screeching of the iron wheels. His gaze was moving from side to side, he didn't understand anything.
- What the hell did I just see? - Arisato himself wondered aloud, not paying attention to the worried looks of the passengers - I remember walking to the station. Hiroshi didn't follow me because of back pain, Naoto was working with his grandfather and couldn't accompany me.
He noticed I was on the train, how long had it been since he left Tokyo.
- It seems I caught the express because of a suicidal man who jumped on the tracks right in front of the train... But then... This girl... Yukari... She's so beautiful... Why would she commit suicide? Or is this a new form of Cupid's arrow?
- I'm sorry, young man, - the older woman approached him - Are you alright?
- Huh? - Minato came out of his trance, turning his attention to the woman. - Yes, everything is fine... I just had a bad dream, don't pay attention.
The woman was still worried, but still decided to leave him alone. Exhaling, Arisato adjusted the silver headphones of his ATH-EM700 player, on which his favorite version of Burn My Dread by the great Lotus Juice was playing on repeat.
- It's not the first time I've seen this dream, - rewinding the tune to the beginning - Time and time again, this girl named Yukari tries to commit suicide and feels guilty towards her father. I can understand her feelings... But watching this for a whole week is akin to torture. Am I so afraid of changing something about myself? Am I not myself?
The gaze froze in the reflection of the window, outside of which everything was swallowed by the blackness of the night. Time moved slowly towards midnight, causing additional excitement. But, still, Minato looked at himself, as if looking inside me for all the answers.
- I am Minato Arisato, - he said to himself. - I am you. You are me. And this no one can take away from me.
A flash of blue from the window to the side caught Minato's attention. A blue butterfly fluttered slowly across the window, dispelling the darkness with the soft light, and managing to keep up with the train. Arisato froze, again beginning to lose his sense of reality and feeling a kind of déjà vu.
Although the wings of the unusual butterfly were beating slowly, they made the glass sway like the ocean. Several of Minato's faces shone through the distortion: his own with a completely lost expression; childlike and happy, reminiscent of a once wonderful childhood; and darker and crueler, filled with a lust for murder. All three fused together as if made of clay.
- Time never waits. It meets all equally for the same end, - said Minato himself still looking lost.
- You, who wish to safeguard the future, however limited it may be... - muttered the angry Arisato, baring his teeth.
- They'll give you a year, - inserted the young Minato, sounding unusually mature for his age.
- Keep going forward without wavering, with your heart as your guide... - Arisato Trinity finished his sentence together and in perfect synchronicity.
The vision disappeared as soon as Minato shook his head. There was no butterfly and none of the passengers approached him to inquire about his health. This meant that he did not speak to himself aloud.
- Great... I haven't met Yukari before, but she's already starting to drive me crazy ,- Arisato couldn't resist the mental sarcasm. - It's clear that Kotone has a lot to learn from her. The main thing is that they don't meet. And I didn't cross paths with them.
- Last destination - Iwatodai! - the warning brought him out of his thoughts. It seems that he has finally arrived after so many years. He couldn't help but feel strange. It was never in his future to return to his hometown.
- So, I'm back... I'm sure that if I have nightmares today it will be the work of my parents... And the truth is that I deserve it.
Arisato noticed that the few passengers on the train were still looking at him strangely. What a welcome he was getting.
Once the subway reached the last stop. Minato was one of the first people to get out in a hurry without looking back. Enough embarrassment he just went through with those weird dreams. He was greeted by the soft murmurs of the station and the dim light of the lamps creating suggestive shadowy nooks and crannies.
Once again, a flash of blue caught the teenager's attention. The same blue butterfly he had seen inside the train he thought it was just his imagination. It landed on the station clock, which read 11:59.
- You've got to be kidding me, why just now!? - Minato cursed his luck regardless of the people around him. He knew what was coming
The hands of the clock struck midnight and his music player suddenly shut off. The station's lighting gradually disappeared as the atmosphere turned a sickly green and the few people around him were replaced by coffins. A scene that held no surprise for Minato.
Leaving the station and taking the first steps towards the urban city of Iwatodai. The entire city was plunged into ominous gloom. The flickering lights of distant streetlamps and the dim light from windows were the only glimmers in the blackness surrounding the buildings.
The entire street was surrounded by coffins which gave a feeling of panic I had experienced long ago. Minato knew that the coffins were people who transformed during this hour. And for some strange reason... He was the only one who could be conscious.
No urban sounds were present, leaving only the whisper of the wind and the distant rustle of some abandoned object. The transition to this distorted reality is manifested in the architecture, where the contours of the buildings twist and distort, defying the laws of conventional physics.
The most supernatural element that always caught Minato's attention during this reality. It was the moon without hesitation. Instead of simply being a luminous sphere in the darkness, the moon during this hour appears to be larger and more imposing than usual. Its glow, instead of offering a clear, natural light, takes on irregular hues and unusual reflections, creating a faint halo that filters through the shadows dancing in the environment.
Arisato had once read in Greek story books. The moon is associated with change, transformation, and hidden mysteries. This ability to pass into this reality Minato gained was 10 years ago. When his parents passed away and the beginning of his curse.
Slapping his face several times as a method of concentration. He took out a pamphlet from his suitcase that included directions to the dormitory. It appeared to be not too far from the station. It seemed that his luck was finally starting to change.
- How I wish I was listening to music on this walk. It would certainly be like in the movies when the protagonist is going to get his most brutal character development, ha ha ha! - Minato let out guffaws at the idiocy he was spouting.
Arisato had long ago stopped making sense of his curse. Although he also learned several things. One of the most important is that it only lasts an hour. You could say it was an extra hour a day. While for the rest of the people a day only had 24 hours. Minato had hit the jackpot and had an extra hour in his day-to-day life.
He was already used to the vast silence that was always present in this hour. After all he was the only person who could be conscious. So just a leisurely walk while having a conversation with his thoughts. It was better to talk to himself than to be mindful of all the blood overflowing from the building structures.
Once he had reached his destination, he came upon the Iwatodai dormitory building. It stands with a mix of modernity and tradition, its clean architectural lines contrasting with ornate detailing on the cornices. A small, carefully maintained garden surrounds the entrance, with flowers adding pops of color to the concrete structure.
- It looks like a peaceful place... - Minato wanted to be optimistic about the new student who was about to start.
Iwatodai Dormitory - First floor, hallway
Minato noticed that the entrance door to the dormitory was unlocked. Something that struck him as odd but at the same time he was grateful for. Opening the doors revealed a foyer that blended contemporary with traditional elements. The polished floor gleamed in warm light. A tapestry on the wall, with a design that fuses modern and antique motifs, adds a touch of art to the space. The bulletin board is meticulously organized, filled with student announcements, art and photographs capturing shared moments.
- What elegance in France... - Minato couldn't help but whistle when he saw the interior of the dormitory. You could tell that everything was top-notch. Whoever oversaw the interior design had good taste.
The worn but comfortable leather sofas invite relaxation. The pool table, with wood inlay accents, is a focal point of the room.
- You're late, - a voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts. He slowly turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. It was behind the counter... It was a boy who appeared to be wearing striped pajamas. As if he was a jailer of this dormitory.
When their gazes met. What disturbed Minato the most was the laughter the boy let out. He seemed to be innocent and at the same time... he conveyed terror to Arisato.
- If you want to continue. You will have to sign this contract, - pulling out from under the counter a sheet of paper. Pointing to the space where his signature should be.
Minato was still in shock. It had been long years and it was the first time he saw someone during this reality, did he also share the same curse as him?
He was having trouble assimilating the situation he was witnessing. That child was so calm unlike him. The first time Arisato experienced this hidden hour. He cried all day long thinking that he would never see anyone again. A harsh reality he has had to deal with since that fateful day.
- Come on, let's go! Don't make me wait so long! - the boy was beginning to pout. He seemed to be getting desperate.
- You... How are you able to move during this hour? - Minato asked with confusion and doubt. He was even questioning various events and statements from his past.
- Is it so strange? - the boy found the question funny - Do you think you are the only one with this ability?
A statement that stunned Minato even more. He felt the need to seek out these people and find the answers. Maybe... Knowing how to end this curse.
- If you want more answers you will have to sign, - he emphasized the contract again. Something that annoyed Minato.
- What is the contract about? - Arisato needed those answers, and it seems he was about to enter the lion's den.
- It only states that you are the master of your destiny and that you are responsible for all the decisions you are going to make. Although I'm sure you are aware, aren't you? - This boy sure knew how to make him uncomfortable.
- How I wish I had Takaya right now. He would know how to guide me at a time like this.
Minato couldn't believe he was going to follow one of Hiroshi advice for this moment.
- No risk, no gain... Right Hiroshi? - sighing Arisato signed the contract. Causing a great joy in the infant
- You cannot escape time. You can't escape your destiny. It leads us all to the same end and it is time for it to begin - the attitude of the minor suddenly changed, but without abandoning that characteristic smile on his face - Are you ready to face your own darkness? To embark on your identity.
As surreal as it seemed the darkness that was present behind the minor seemed to spread. Minato who was contemplating the scene noticed a strange sensation, as if the darkness itself had a tangible and changing presence.
In an instant, the figure begins to slowly fade away, as if the darkness was gently absorbing it. There is no flash or glow; simply, the entity seems to slip silently into the surrounding blackness. The darkness, instead of hiding the minor, embraces it in a peculiar way, gradually dissolving it until it becomes indistinguishable from the shadowy background.
Arisato who observes blinks, initially believing that it is a visual illusion or a play of shadows. However, the disappearance persists, defying the conventional laws of perception. There are no traces, no silhouettes, no footprints left behind; only a void in the darkness once occupied by that child.
Minato's mind struggles to find a logical explanation, but there is no satisfactory answer. The disappearance seems to defy the laws of physics and known reality. The senses are enveloped in a sense of bewilderment, and the atmosphere itself seems charged with a mysterious aura.
- What the hell just happened?! - Minato couldn't help but scream. He was regretting returning to his hometown.
Hurried footsteps coming from the staircase brought him out of his trance. Hearing that sort of thing during this hour was out of the question. Unless it was... someone else.
- Who's there!? - when the silhouette was finally revealed. Minato was more puzzled, his eyes wide as plates and his mouth open in amazement. He was in front of that brown-haired girl he had dreamed about.
- You... - whispered Arisato as he slowly approached her
As the two cross paths for the first time, there is an instant of recognition, though this familiarity comes from a place beyond the tangible world. Though it seems Minato was only experiencing this when he realized he was being pointed at with the very gun he had dreamed of. He had forgotten that detail.
- Hey... - started to say the girl calling his attention - Have we... met before?
Their gazes meet and there is a spark of mutual recognition, as if dream images were materializing in front of them. Or so Minato wanted to believe. He was being too optimistic about the situation. Since Yukari was pointing a gun at her, as a reaction to the weapon Minato raised both hands.
- Takeba, wait! - A shout was heard in the distance that caught the attention of both.
- Another one?! Is this city cursed or what?!
At the same time the electricity had returned to the building. The sudden presence of light in the room managed to better show the appearance of the girl who had screamed. A tall, slender young woman with an elegant and distinguished presence.
As she approached him. Minato noticed the way her postures and movements were so graceful. Which could indicate that she might be of the high class. However, what made her stand out the most was her long, scarlet hair.
- If the energy has just returned... It means that an hour has passed, and that "reality" is over. I'm glad that everything is back to normal, but I don't think it's time for that...
- Who is it? - asked the girl Minato knew who was called Yukari from his dreams. Arisato didn't take his eyes off her and noticed something. The gun she had on her thigh strap... It was the same as in his dreams.
- Too many coincidences... I was destined to meet her no matter what? Damn it! I can't understand anything!
- Takeba. Let me introduce the new transfer student Minato Arisato. He will be staying temporarily in the dormitory until he is assigned a permanent place, - The latter caught his attention.
- Temporary place? Then why did they give me these directions in the first place? They would have saved themselves a lot of work.
- It's nice to meet you Arisato. I'm Mitsuru Kirijo, - bowing, causing Minato to feel a bit uncomfortable about the deal. Besides, he noticed that she also had the same gun as the other girl - And this is Yukari Takeba. She will be a junior just like you.
- Yukari Takeba the girl of my dreams...That really sounded too bad. Thank God, I didn't say it out loud.
- Hello... - Yukari greeted him with a tone of distrust. Though her gaze expressed embarrassment. Maybe it was because of the little encounter they had recently.
- Even though you pointed a gun at me I can't blame you. I'm sure you just saw a teenager with natural blue hair color for the first time in your life. I know, I know it's hard to believe.
- My pleasure. I hope we can get along well, - Minato tried to defuse the tension in the atmosphere.
- Yes... Same here, - Yukari seemed to be a little calmer by the smile she showed.
- Good for you! Smile more and forget that you pointed a gun at me... Why do the most unreal things always happen to me?
- Although I didn't expect you to arrive at this hour, did something happen? - asked Mitsuru curious about your arrival.
- About that... I was planning to travel earlier, but there was an accident related to apathy syndrome, - replied Minato causing both girls to frown - So my trip had to be delayed to the latest schedule.
- I understands. Lately it seems that cases of apathy syndrome are on the rise, - to which Minato agreed, but Mitsuru noticed that he was yawning - It's late. You'd better get some rest. Our talk about your stay can wait until tomorrow.
- I appreciate the great consideration you have for me, but there is something I can no longer ignore, why do you have those guns? - Arisato pointed to the pistols they both had in their possession.
Now that he had a chance to take a closer look, it was a rare gun. Minato had never seen a model like that, and it seemed to have no magazine.
- Was it a replica? I had heard of a place in Tokyo that sold replicas like that, - thought Arisato, not paying attention to the blushing Yukari. He still looked very intently at her bare thigh, and this could be considered sexual harassment.
- This? It's not a real gun. It's just a detailed replica. There have been some strange happenings lately and it's best to be prepared - explained Mitsuru with great confidence.
- So, they had no better idea than to ask for toy guns to scare you? - Minato asked to which both girls nodded. - I must admit that has a good point.
- I'm sure Hiroshi could come up with something better than that. Although that Yukari girl looked like she had no intention of shooting... This is starting to get awkward. I'd better create a false alarm and retire like a gentleman.
- Could you direct me to my room? I wouldn't want to oversleep and miss the first day of school, - Mitsuru seemed to be proud of his decision. Causing Minato's distrust of her to increase.
- I think it's the right decision. You should know that your things arrived days ago, - answered Mitsuru. Both she and Yukari noticed how Minato sighed at the red hair's response.
- You don't know how happy you just made me with those words. A few years ago, when I had to move, the furniture company confused the boxes with my belongings, and they ended up somewhere else. It was quite an odyssey to get them back, - Minato explained with genuine happiness to which both girls burst out laughing.
- Takeba take him to his room, - ordered Kirijo. Yukari led Minato to the second floor while they were watched by Kirijo - I must admit that you are an interesting person Arisato... Is that his natural hair color?
Iwatodai Dormitory - Second floor, corridors, at night
Once they were on the second floor. Minato did not expect to find several rooms during the tour. Although he could only notice that one of the rooms was named "Akihiko Sanada" . Arisato's room was the last one in the whole hallway.
- This is your room. Easy to remember, don't you think? - Yukari handed him the keys to his room - Make sure you don't lose them. We don't have any more copies now.
Minato opened what would be his new room. To his surprise it was better decorated than he thought. A sink, desk, closet, bed and even a television. Something he didn't have in his room in Tokyo.
- What elegance in France... - Minato could not help repeating the phrase as he inspected the room. Finding several boxes with his name on them. - Where did I come to?
- In one of the best high schools you can imagine, - Yukari answered. Minato had thought that she had already left his room. - You'll see what I mean when you see the facilities in person.
- I hope I won't be disappointed,- replied Minato turning his attention to her - I know it might sound rude, but... Why are you still here? -
Even so, it sounded rude.
- So, you noticed? - Yukari let out a laugh as she averted her gaze. - I can't help but feel guilty for the bad time I gave you.
- Is that all it is? It's normal that you reacted that way, especially at this hour. I'm thankful it didn't get worse, - Minato answered trying to reassure her. Although he was sure that he gained a new trauma.
- You are quite understanding, aren't you? - Yukari said with a smile to which Minato just shrugged his shoulders.
- It's the first time I've ever been told that. Usually, they say I look like a dead-faced emo every day, - Minato was making fun of himself - So I'll take what you just said as a compliment.
- You're... a little weird - something that did offend Arisato - Although I don't mean it in a bad way.
- Sure... Try to fix the insult that stabbed my heart so ironically.
- What did you think of Iwatodai? Although I'm sure you couldn't appreciate the beauty of this city during this hour, - Yukari sat on his desk chair. She seems to have gained confidence already.
- ... It has changed quite a lot during these years - replied Minato who started to open the boxes to see if everything was in its place.
- What do you mean? - Yukari was confused by his statement
- This is my hometown. I hadn't been able to come here for several years. It was quite a surprise when I received the scholarship and found out the location. I guess it's the coincidences of lif,e - Yukari was surprised. - Tomorrow I'm sure I'll dedicate myself to see how much it has changed.
- You will be surprised. There's a lot you can do, although I'm sure it doesn't compare to the big cities. Just imagine all the clothing stores you can visit, - Takeba let her imagination dazzle her imagination that Minato was able to see.
- So, you turned out to be a shopaholic. I'll make a reminder in my mind never to accompany you on shopping trips.
- Hey, - Yukari caught his attention. - When you were at the station, didn't you notice anything strange on the way? - the question took Arisato by surprise.
- Now that I think about it carefully. When I got to the dormitory... She was also moving as well as Kirijo, aren't I the only one who can move during that hour? If that's the case it means they know something... How can I gain their trust?
- The only weird thing was I didn't see anyone else on the waym, - in the end that's what Minato answered - By the way, what's up with that creepy kid in striped pajamas, does he study at Gekkoukan too?
- A children? There are no children here! - Yukari started to look at Minato strangely for his question.
- It seems she's telling the truth... - Minato noticed that she started to look sideways all over the room as if someone was spying on them - Why did she suddenly get scared?
- I think I'm starting to imagine things. Although it seemed very real you know... - now Arisato noticed that Yukari's legs were starting to tremble slightly.
- I think I'd better stop talking about it. I'm sure she'll have a heart attack at any moment.
- Come on don't scare me like that again! - Yukari sighed in relief returning to normal. - Alright. It's time for me to leave you to your business without distracting you and it's already late. Good night Arisato-kun.
- Good night to you too Takeba-san, - Minato was now alone in his room. Ready to plunge into his thoughts and there were many of them.
Iwatodai Dorm - First floor, foyer, evening
Yukari was back in the foyer where Mitsuru was waiting for her sitting in the dining room. On the table was a pile of unfamiliar documents.
- Mitsuru-senpai, is it okay for him to be here? - Yukari asked a bit worried about the atmosphere in the dormitory.
- We'll have to find out in the next few weeks, - responded Mitsuru, indicating to sit next to her.
- Do you think he has the potential? Because he seemed to be unsure of what was going on around him... Which is kind of creepy, - said Yukari taking a seat.
- There is a possibility that he has the potential, but we can only be sure with time. We must perform several experiments to be sure, - answered Mitsuru handing a part of the documents to Yukari.
- What is this? - Yukari asked in confusion
- Disciplinary file and psychological reports of Arisato. They will help you to get to know him better, - answered Mitsuru, even though he knew it was against all ethics.
- I'm not going to ask how you got all this... - Yukari now already shared a piece of guilt the moment she took the documents. She noticed that there were different reports from different places - Wait, why does he have different places of residence?
- Arisato... He is an orphan, - at that moment Takeba regretted asking - He lost his parents at the age of 7. They have no more relatives, so he has spent in several orphanages. Until settling in Tokyo.
- Is it okay for us to have this? - Now the guilt was taking hold of Yukari.
- We have no more options... We must recruit people to start our expeditions. We are wasting a lot of precious time, - Takeba knew she was right, but still felt bad .- You can keep those. I must deliver some copies to Akihiko too... I hope he does read them.
- I doubt it very much... Considering he's a protein addict, - Mitsuru just sighed leaving Yukari alone. - Why is she always like that? I guess I have no choice but to play along... With you losing important people too Arisato-kun.
Iwatodai Dormitory - Yukari's room, at night
Yukari had decided that if she was going to read Arisato's private life. It would be in a place where she felt comfortable and that of course would be her room.
Her room was a mix of elements of her student life and vibrant personality. Decorated with various fashion posters, magazines, and music groups. The most prevalent color in the room was Takeba's favorite color: pink.
One of the most sacred places Yukari considered in her room and I wasn't talking about her desk where she studies. It's what she calls her makeup corner. Because fashion and appearance are important to her. A well-lit mirror and a small selection of beauty products that she chose very carefully.
Although now that she was back in her room, she also remembered the actions she took during the afternoon while looking at the weapon resting in her left hand. She still didn't have the courage to do it... and, even so, she didn't hesitate to point it at a person as soon as she saw her. That memory was sure to haunt her for a long time.
- I'm thankful that Arisato was kind to such a situation or else I wouldn't be able to look him in the face, - Yukari said to herself. Remembering that terror gripped her thinking that this was a monster - Me and my crazy thoughts.
One thing Yukari remembered well from that encounter was how calm she was despite the hostile atmosphere she was in. Despite the electricity not working at that hour she noticed that he still had his headphones on during that moment. They seemed to be very special to him
- I wonder... What kind of music he listens to? - Yukari wondered as she looked at his CD player. One of the few things she was able to get from her father. - I'd better get this over with quickly.
She left the documents on Minato on her desk ready to take a shower. It was time to give herself some time with some music to accompany her.
Iwatodai Dormitory - Mitsuru's room, night
Kirijo's room demonstrates her high class and dedication. The furniture and decor will be of high quality, with details that reflect her social standing. There will likely be traditional Japanese elements, but with a modern and sophisticated touch. Shades such as white, black, and perhaps some touches of red or gold may prevail, creating a serene and luxurious ambiance.
Mitsuru also seemed to have had the same idea as Yukari. The quietness of her room was the best place to read documents of utmost importance like those.
- At first glance he doesn't seem to be the type of person who has been through that, - Mitsuru commented impressed, but at the same time uncomfortable with the wording of his psychological evaluations.
- A monstrous figure... There is no doubt that she must be referring to them. I know the odds are low, but if he has the potential... Does that mean he's been living with this for 10 years? - The same amount of time she has been living with that burden. It seems the two of them aren't so different after all.
Mitsuru only knows very few individuals who have the potential. Among them are the only people she considers her friends which are Akihiko and Shinjiro and the newest member Takeba Yukari. Although considering her an official member was yet to be seen. In Mitsuru's eyes she did not have enough strength and courage to face this dangerous world... Only she is the only one capable of ending this and bringing peace to society.
- For the moment we just need to keep an eye on him during the Dark Hour. If we can get him to join the team, we can start our explorations with Akihiko in charge... Although considering it should be me. Something tells me that he won't even bother to read the documents.
Despite Kirijo's confidence, something was bothering her deep inside. It was all related to the year Arisato lost her parents. A year that completely marked her family and the rest of the world... A burden that only she could carry to clear her family's name no matter what. No matter the methods.
- This is the eternal punishment of the Kirijo family. And there is no one else to carry this burden... or even worse. That would be an impossible thing
Iwatodai dormitory - Yukari's room, night
Yukari emerged from the shower radiating a sense of freshness and renewal. Every detail of her physical and emotional state reflected the revitalizing experience of a good shower. Once changed into her pink pajamas that matched her femininity well, she felt cozy and elegant. The most important thing she had to face was coming up.
- Come on Yukari it's just simple leaves... It can't be that hard, - unlike wanting to shoot herself with a gun this was easier. - Even so, I can't help but feel bad, I know I just met him, but I don't want to dig into someone's private life like this...
Takeba is in a state of anxious anticipation as she holds Minato's reports. The room, though brightly lit, seems more tense due to the delicate nature of the contents she is about to explore.
She is experiencing a mixture of emotions, ranging from curiosity to apprehension as she is confronted with intimate details of the life and mind of someone who may join the cause. Sighing deeply before beginning the reading, indicating mental preparation for the emotionally charged content.
She started with his disciplinary and educational file. The cover photo showed a slightly more tired Minato Arisato... His gaze seemed cold something that unsettled Takeba a little. Considering he was an orphan Yukari supposed it was normal. She knew how the loss of an important person in life felt.
It was a big surprise for Yukari to find in his disciplinary record several sanctions and suspensions he had received. All seemed to indicate fights between him and other students. Also finding expulsion from high school.
- It's kind of hard to believe... He seems to be the passive type of person, - Yukari didn't want to continue her opinion as she went deeper into the reading. - According to the observations of the teachers, the fights started because of the nickname he was given... "Death Pariah".
Yukari could only frown at such injustice she was reading. If Arisato received that nickname it meant that he was not to blame for anything. How unfair life was sometimes.
- Wow! What are these grades!? - His academic record showed the academic excellence of a prodigy. In the last few years, he had even achieved perfect grades. - I think I know who to ask to teach me mathematics... No Yukari don't take advantage of that.
His disciplinary and academic record was uneventful. Not to mention in all the high schools he had been to. Yukari had a feeling that Mitsuru was going to be keeping an eye on Arisato. Considering she might be the next student council president. She's going to want to keep everything in order.
Yukari had a bad omen when she noticed that his psychological report seemed to have more content than the previous ones.
Psychological Report: Case of Minato Arisato
Client information:
Name: Minato Arisato
Age: 7 years old
Date of evaluation: February 4, 2000
Context: The patient has experienced the loss of his parents in an automobile accident on December 1, 1999, on Moonlight Bridge in Iwatodai. Being the sole survivor of his family with no one in his family to continue his upbringing.
Reason for Evaluation:
The patient presents with a dull facial expression and avoids eye contact. Verbal communication is minimal, and body language suggests a closed and withdrawn posture. The child shows signs of anxiety, manifested through startle reaction to sudden stimuli and difficulty concentrating during assessment.
The assessment aims to understand the psychological and emotional impact of traumatic parental loss on Minato Arisato and to explore supportive strategies.
Family History:
Thanks to the information obtained by the patient. It is known that his parents were Makoto Arisato and Sakuya Arisato. They have no family history. According to the patient and close friends, they had a stable relationship. It is known that hours before the accident the family was at a reunion with old family friends. It should again be noted that patient Minato Arisato has no close family members following the accident.
Behavioral Observations:
The following was observed in patient Minato Arisato:
- Post-traumatic stress symptoms, such as flashbacks and nightmares.
- Withdrawn behavior and avoidance of topics related to the accident. Related to long-term bereavement.
- Expression of feelings of loneliness and abandonment.
Social relationships:
Given the lack of close family members, the patient presents difficulties in bonding and has shown resistance to social interaction. A gradual and supportive approach is recommended to facilitate the building of supportive relationships.
Possible Long-Term Symptoms:
In addition to current symptoms, Minato Arisato may experience the following long-term effects:
Secondary Symptoms:
In addition, he might manifest secondary symptoms such as:
Defense Mechanisms:
Minato Arisato might develop various defense mechanisms to cope with the trauma, such as:
Long-term recommendations:
Ongoing Psychological Follow-up: Ongoing psychological support is suggested to address potential long-term symptoms and promote the patient's emotional well-being. Educational Support: Collaborate with educational professionals to monitor academic performance and address possible cognitive challenges stemming from the trauma. Social Support Programs: Encourage participation in community and social support programs to foster connection with others and facilitate the building of a support network.During these months the patient has been in the care of one of his parents' friends. Where I appeal for his adoption, but he does not have the necessary requirements for effective parenting. Therefore, the patient will be transferred to an orphanage where it is expected that a family can continue with his upbringing. For him to show improvement and insist on psychological follow-up for the welfare of his mental health.
This report is a confidential document and should only be shared with health professionals involved in the patient's care.
Once she finished reading all Arisato's psychological report. Yukari slammed it shut not wanting to know any more information about him. She never thought that someone like him seemed to have so many problems. Still, there was something that stunned Yukari. The date Arisato lost his parents. It was also a date that marked Yukari in her childhood.
- It doesn't make sense... He seems to be someone very calm. And yet... Does he suffer from all that? - The guilt that Yukari was trying to dispel was only getting stronger in her conscience.
It was as if all that report she just read at once was also describing her herself. It seemed to be that the two of them weren't so different after all... She thinks that's why she felt so calm when they started talking in her room.
- Now how am I going to be able to look him in the face? - She's just been digging into his private life. If he finds out he's sure he's going to hate it. - Good Yukari. When you get the chance, you'll have to tell him. I don't want to take this to my grave.
Takeba decided to turn off the lights in her room to fall asleep. After all, in a few hours she would start his first day of school.
- I can't sleep! - Yukari brought the pillow to her face. The guilt seemed to be bigger than one imagined - I'm sorry Arisato-kun, I swear I didn't mean it!
Iwatodai Dormitory - Minato's room
Now that he was finally alone in his room. He could allow himself to question all the events that happened in less than an hour. And it was all related to his dreams. He didn't know whether to consider that as a good or bad sign of life. He already counted his deep depression as a big problem, and it seemed like the list was only growing.
- Well... Let's recap. I just met Yukari Takeba. The girl of my dreams, - what seemed most surreal to him was that she looked just like she did in his dreams. Including the gun, she always had with her. - And that's not the worst thing... She seems to be able to move during that "reality".
As he continued his thoughts, he decided to tidy up his room in his own way. There wasn't much he could do though. He wasn't the type of person with a lot of tastes. Starting to arrange his clothes in the closet. All his clothes were dark colors and a few white ones. He didn't like bright colors... And yet he had a hair color that stood out.
- Who was that boy? - Arisato still couldn't get over that scene. As if by magic, he disappeared in front of his eyes. It was the first time he had seen something like that, and fear and uncertainty took over him.
Opening the last box of her belongings, he found a note. He was surprised to see that it was Hiroshi's handwriting. It seems that his plan had not succeeded.
- Minato Arisato. I understand you are not going to be able to carry your parents' last belongings. So, your dear master has taken care of keeping some things in this special box. And as for the instrument... I will bring it to you personally!
Arisato's gaze was blank because he knew that Hiroshi could do something crazy like that. And he seemed to have figured out his intentions. Minato didn't want to bring those things and his master realized it. Hiroshi had learned to read it over the years.
The box also contained a small notebook with the cover of a full moon and a tree. When Minato bought it in Tokyo. The seller mentioned to him that it was the tree of life, and it would bring him good luck. Now he thought it was funny.
- Fate in our hands, Counterstrike, Its Going Down and Full moon Full life... The songs I never finished writing and I don't think I ever will, - he said closing the notebook and putting it in one of the drawers of his desk.
Arisato felt a great passion for music thanks to his parents. But that was in the past... He didn't know if he would ever regain that taste for music.
It seemed that the box still contained more surprises waiting to be discovered, how many things had Hiroshi packed into a single box? He found several books. Some related to Greek stories. He has always had a great fondness for those stories since he was a little boy. A big surprise was to find a picture that he thought was lost because of Hiroshi.
- That's when I got my first Dan rank in Kendo. Naoto burned the food that day and we had to go eat at an outside restaurant. Hiroshi's wallet suffered that day.
He decided to put the photo among some books he had placed on the top of his desk. Special memories that he would cherish, but while he didn't want anyone to see. That sounded too tsundere for his taste.
It was to his total delight to find as the last thing a calendar. Where he placed it on top of his bed. Arisato had the habit of writing down important events that he experienced during his day-to-day life. From the simplest things to the most surreal like what happened to him today. Undoubtedly what he was going to write down for this day was going to be the following: "I met the girls of my dreams".
Despite the few things he had at his disposal now he did seem to be in his room.
- Ten years huh? I'm sure, if I go to visit their graves they'll put another kind of curse on me, - Arisato didn't want to visit that place again. He has been away for so long that he is afraid of the unknown in that cemetery. - I could ask either of those two girls to accompany me... But it would be a very strange request for Takeba and Kirijo...
Minato went to check if the TV was working properly. He noticed that it was a Kirijo product. Which meant that it was a good quality...
- Wait a minute... That redhead is Kirijo isn't she? - Minato started laughing nervously knowing what that meant - Why do I always end up associating with people of high power?
The Kirijo group was known throughout Japan for being one of the richest families. And apparently Arisato was living with her in the same building. That could explain why she looked so prominent.
- I hope that Akihiko is not also from a powerful family, or I will do my best to get out of this dormitory, - Minato could only sigh at his luck. - Remember Arisato. Don't draw attention to yourself in high school. Let's just try to lead a normal life. I've already been expelled many times from several high schools. I can't do that to Hiroshi anymore... How do I get to Gekkoukan tomorrow? I don't want to ask one of those girls for help!
The children that Minato had met when he entered the dormitory was inside the room, but it seemed that Arisato couldn't notice his presence. He just laughed at the student's attitude.
- I have high expectations of you... Let's see your true potential and why you became one of Philemon's chosen ones. Start your new adventure Minato Arisato… The first wild card.