![]() Is it possible that someone else would have past memories? Why would I be the only one? He scanned her like he came to a conclusion of his own. Dumb bastard but for him to be so short sighted … what did you do to get on his good side?" ![]() ![]() If that much is true then me prostituting for him … She didn't bother to correct him as Obata never told her anything like that, she just said what she remembered from her delusions … He slapped his forehead, keeping his face turned to the sky. "So he told you to tell me as a way to bother me …?!" It wasn't that much but then he added interest or something …" It looked like he expected some kind of an answer. "Where did you hear that? Was it Obata-san? No, why would he? But then again …" Strange, but even stranger was his face, twisted in a furry. She looked down and realized it was Hayato's hand still where it was but giving her a cold treatment before realizing what it is doing and moving up on the level of her shoulders. That is when she felt something squeezing her hip. She thought herself silly for saying as much but she had to confirm that she is crazy so she can forget about it. "What? Oh, yes, thanks but I am talking about those 65.000 € you own to Hank-san, right?" "Don't worry about it, you don't need to return it or anything, fair is fair, got that, no more talking about it." She needs to confirm something about her delusions. His speech pattern started sounding more familiar, nostalgic even. "Of course, worried for you, don't space out on people talking to you, me is ok, but some people might think you lame." "Hm, yes? What is it? You got me worried back there." She realized she is still talking to him, still walking down the street, his hand still caressing her hips and his fresh breath still hitting her face. "Hey, girl, you all right? You spaced out on me for a bit." It is for my baby! My baby? No … it can't be for my baby. I am so stupid, I have to … I have to do better. I would like to be like that girl from my class, just reading people's faces would be nice. What is on their minds? Has she ever bothered to observe? After all of her interactions, being more intimate than most she still had trouble understanding people. She didn't know, lacking needed experience with people. But he threw me out, was it my fault? Could I do better? Or should I … know better? ![]() He is really trying to impress me but … why do I feel nostalgic for that smell? I want to get back to him like it used to be. His breath smells nice, not so much from cigarettes as I remember. His arm slipped around her wrist, still walking, the distance between them evaporated. There is much more for you to experience!" I can make you feel good, great, better! Got a load of stuff to enjoy. "But of course, a rocking babe like you deserves more than bookshelves and a lack of interest. Given our fun-trip you do seem quite new on the scene so I would guess most of your appearance is also quite fresh, isn't it?" "Is that so? And you are wearing them again. "They are actually quite old, I just lately dropped them because … because I wanted people to notice me." "I see you started wearing glasses? Those are new." If that is the state of the world then why give her more than normal? I just want to fill the void, livable is good enough and for something more I would have to change something more, dabble in politics but … I am here just for Saki, not everything else.Īfter school the girl went to a designated mall where Hayato was waiting for her. Cows are redundant, vegetables are redundant, she was redundant. As it was her weaknesses were preyed upon, red, a color of a ripe fruit and she was ripe for exploitation or with other words … redundant. She would be a part of the society so she would be treated as such but that was not the world she lived in and not a world the cat bothered to create. In an ideal world a social net would take care of her and her wounds, enabling her to recover into the society. It would be problematic if her knee-jerk reflex would be to start searching for excuses but in present environment … it was like a smell of blood. Ultimately the girl blamed herself and under normal circumstances that would be reasonable. Just like before she simply didn't know enough, keeping herself isolated for too long, her debut too eventful, her neglect of social skills just starting to reemerge as her responsibilities skyrocketed. She didn't know why but felt a little bit betrayed, a reasonable judgement but not based on anything the girl knew about It. Saki pouted at the cat once she returned to her class, holding back her tears.
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