Sorry if anything gets messed up formtting-wise ! T^T google docs copy and pasted to scratch doesnt always work the best, but its good enough X3 Enjoy :D (it had to be continued in comments btw) ~~~~~~~~~~~ As always. the story is in notes :3 ~~~~~~~~~~~ wait :0 ! before you read: chapter 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1263481078/ chapter 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279003239/ chapter 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279008233/ Flashback: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1304416228/ chapter 4: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1304418826/ chapter 5: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1308434601/ chapter 6: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1319408846/
Chapter 七 (Sei) It wasn’t a good decision. I mean, nothing I’ve ever done has been a “good” decision. It’s always, “You’re being too reckless!” and “You need to think before you act!” I don’t think. I just act. And that’s not because I choose myself to just go ahead with whatever. I have a brain, like everyone else, and I can tell when the decisions I make are morally good or not, but the thing is, I just don’t care. The decisions I make now won’t affect my life and the outcome of anything, for that matter. I can’t do anything to change what fate has already set out for me. So why try? So when presented with the option between two choices, one considered “good” and the other “bad”, I don’t see the difference. Both will ultimately end up badly. I learned that the hard way. The same thing applies to trying. Everyone always tells me I need to “apply myself more” and “try harder.” I tried my best at everything I did for a while, and where did it get me? Nowhere. The outcome of your actions culminates in NOTHING. So why try? Why try when everything you worked hard for can be stripped away in less than a second, leaving you helpless and confused? I know this all way too well myself. *********** I’ll start with when I woke up, the part Yuki is so insistent about, but she can be patient enough to keep wondering about the “how” aspect… I awoke in my bed, same as usual, hoping it had worked. And it did. Thank God. As I walked down the stairs, I heard the voices of family members, one being someone who was supposed to be dead, the other meant to be at his third job. I see Tadashi-kun, my little brother, in the living room, watching a cartoon that the other kids his age would watch. It had actually worked. After hearing my mother’s voice for the first time in forever, I ran down the stairs to her. “OKAASAN!” I shouted happily, running to hug her. “Good morning, Sei!” she replied, embracing me in a hug, “Why this all of a sudden? I looked at her, taking in the fact that I had actually managed to see her again. Here she was. Right in front of me. With her brown glasses and curly hair. It was something I never thought I’d be able to experience again. I almost teared up, but showing emotional weakness has never been something I’ve ever been fond of, no matter what. “Nothing,” I answered, smiling. “Okay, just make sure you aren’t late for school! You are already running a bit later than usual.” I glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter. She was right. It was already 7:32. I’d have to wait for Yuki to pick me up…oh, right. Yuki. Was she going to co-exist here? I mean, there’s only one way to find out. *********** I grabbed my bag with one hand, shoving the door open with my other. I didn’t have to walk far out of my house to find something I had almost entirely forgotten about. My deep purple bike, resting against the stairs in the driveway. Well, I certainly didn’t need to wait for Yuki now. I felt bad not telling her I’d be going on without her, but yet again, maybe I could use some change. I hardly ever got alone time, between being at school, taking care of Tadashi, and having everything else life had to offer left to think about constantly. I walked over to the bike, not having touched it in around a year. It still felt new, despite having received it as a gift from Obbachan over two years ago. It glistened in the sun, just as it always had. I kicked up the kickstand and pulled it away from beside the stairs, aiming it to face down the driveway to the street when I was ready to ride it. I hopped on, realizing there wasn’t a helmet near the bike, but honestly, who cares? Risks are what make life worth living. I pushed forward with my left leg and started pedaling forward in the direction of the school. (continued)
