*takes a deep breath*
Ok. Sorry to bother you all. First things first, this is my very first attempt at writing a story. To be honest, English is not my first language and the only long texts that I ever wrote were english tests on high school so yes... don't expect too much.
But I have to write something somewhere to get some feedback, or I think it would be impossible to improve my... writing... skills...
So go ahead and bash this little extract, but please be so kind to point out what's wrong... or if I need to change hobby.
PROLOGUE -BEFORE-
And then he...
No
That would be jumping to conclusions even for him. I keep wondering on how to develop the situation but it's useless.
I got no new ideas of how to continue my fanfic, therefore I find myself staring at the blank wide and immaculate monitor.
A shame. Not that I was ever good at writing them in the first place, but thanks to my quantity over quality policy,
I managed to get some good ones.
I have the attention of the whole community and, when I write something, even the smallest detail that changes is enough
to have a bunch of readers.
It isn't false that I'm pretty famous over the net/community of fanfic writers.
But I digress.
I don't know how to keep this one rolling without a stupid cliche'.
Nothing original. Perhaps I'll drop it anyway, albeit that would be a rare occurrence for me.
"...oh well."
I get up from my chair and start looking at my desk,... it's filled, like always, with used handkerchiefs and old pens that ran out of ink.
Despite that, I never dump them, for some reason.
Maybe I'm crazy, after all, since I'm a shut-in that would be perfectly normal.
Long ago I would have had some problems... in admitting that. Now I'm sure.
It's obvious that 17 years are enough for having an idea about your own character.
And, albeit I understand that every story that I read or write is just a story, I keep holding the utopia
of something happening in my life that changes the monotony of it.
Because I can't.
You see, I've never been a normal guy from the start, always secluded inside my own wicked and twisted Wonderland, since I was 10.
Perhaps I never had the gift of discerning reality from fantasy, or dreams from utopias.
"eheh..." "Utopias are impossible to realize while Dreams are intended to be..."
Another penchant of mine.
Explaining things to myself, despite being alone in the room.
In this room- no, this control room. The control room of my own personal TARDIS machine!
"...hahahahaha..." I'm happy tonight, despite the lack of writing material.
Saturday night it's about me, Fujimoto Tadayoshi, surfing on the web.
..."Screw Travolta."... A grin forms on my face at the idea.
"Odd." I realize that my father didn't call me. He usually does.
You see, he doesn't know about my... way of living, so to speak. And I don't want him to.
He would never understand, nobody would.
Living overseas has made him "disconnected" from me, so much that I honestly think that he has stopped caring.
Or maybe he never did care in the first place.
Of course I'm not completely alone.
This little apartment belongs to an old friend of my father.
Some guy that worked on something barely related to something that has to do with some furniture.
"Pfffff."
It couldn't be more generic...
Sure I'm a shut-in that thinks lowly even of himself, but I can recognize a Mr Nobody when I see one.
Or even when I don't, like in this case.
...His daughter has the duty to watch over me...She is about my age, and she almost never comes,
I saw her a couple of times and was obvious to both of us that we didn't care about each other.
I only recall her to be well mannered and gentle. Not too much, but the kind of girl that certainly knows table manners.
I've tried to remember her name but... it's just that I can't.
Even now, I'm thinking about fanfics and anime and such... That world, or worlds, completely possessed my mind.
I like it.
...
*DRIIIIIIIIIN*
Oh, my cell phone. It's my father... Let's prepare a second, if I respond a bit late it might mean that I was "occupied" doing some teenage things. I have to concentrate a bit. I'm a good liar, I lived in lies.
"Yeah?" Not a nice way to answer but from his point of view I guess it's perfectly normal
for a normal boy answering normally like if he normally didn't see the caller.
But I did. -ehhehehe
"Son, is that you?"
..No it's the Millennium Falcon. Can't you hear Chewbecca in the background? - geez.
It's been a while since I heard his voice, but, frankly I don't feel an inch of nostalgia.
"Yes, it's me, father. So how are you doing?" - No need for too much manners since he'll probably never see me again anyway.
In all probability, he just needed to feel good with his conscience, that's why he calls.
Like a kid that got bored of his dog, left it to an old lady, and never returned,
but he sends postcards.
"...Yoshi-kun is everything ok?"- Ok, quick. Analyze. Something might have happened nearby me, or something nearby him...
So that he wants to make me feel comfortable before saying what happened.
Strangely, he doesn't seem to bear any hint of sorrow, so it might not be that, thankfully. A bit.
Has my... style of life been discovered?... In what? Last time he wasn't aware of it and it was 4 months ago. Like a postcard.
... I digress. I Have to answer, and fast.
"Yes, father, why wouldn't that be. How are you?"...cheap dodge there, Yoshi.
"...Yoshi-kun stop trying to lie to me."
...How. In. Hell...
3 years...
Wait it can be a trap. Maybe it's a joke or a counter lie for seeing my reaction.
-First rule of lying. KEEP LYING.
"Father I have no idea what you are talking about... Is it a joke? I've never lied to you, you know.."
I'm a normal 17-years-old boy. I go out. I have friends. I eat with them. I sleep with them. The ladies, of course. Like you, father.
-Second rule of lying. LIE TO YOURSELF TOO.
If you think it's real, it's a better lie.
"No son. I heard about you. I had to ear it from Hasegawa-san."
He's starting to scream... oh fuck it. Hasegawa... ah yes the old useless guy that owns this place.
How did he...
No wait, I Have to answer fast.
Oh..... fuck it I don't know what to...
-Third rule of lying. WHEN DISCOVERED, TRY TO COVER THE BIGGER LIE.
Ok. The biggest one.... Oh fuck it I can't concentrate. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
He keeps talking. No, Yelling.
Like a master who found that his butler broke most of the stuff he was supposed to keep clean.
I can't hear him. I don't want to.
"...and so after all of these years, you just- " He stopped in the middle of the sentence.
Maybe someone noticed his yells, or he has a meeting.
Come on, let it be a meeting... maybe... maybe nothing.
But I could think of something to come up with... If not I... I... oh, fuck it.
"Son. I..." he takes a deep breath. Uhh.. He got softer? maybe it's better I if remain silent for now.
"...I'm sending over there Kumiko-chan." uh... Ok.. I guess.. whoever she is.
Am I supposed to know? Of course I am.
"It was her fault too, after all she had to watch over you. Her family had that duty. I've already scolded enough Hasegawa-san.
If we hadn't talk 2 hours ago... Your lie would have been still in effect."
...I think... Oh Damn it.
You see, the Hasegawa family lives just in front of my apartment. The whole palace is theirs.
I said to my father that I was about to go out yesterday night, and eventually Hasegawa must have denied that and so...
My father has always been a fast thinker, to be honest I should be grateful that I managed to cover this for all this time.
But I didn't expected them to talk, honestly.
The city is big, so if my father had a chat with other old acquaintances, logically they couldn't see me around.
I only go to school, like a ghost only goes to an haunted mansion. The ghost is worse thought, he has to live there too.
"...If things go as I hope, you'll get over this... phase, you're still young. I ordered the whole Hasegawa family to... rectify your behavior."
...Uh. Well, I ran out of plans, and of weird notebooks of DEATH.
For now, I'll just carefully listen, after this panegyric I'll think about something.
"...I don't know what to do with you anymore, Yoshi-kun."
...?...
What.
I mean, I do not care either nor I do hope of you to care about that but...
"I hope you'll change your lifestyle. Or I'll have you change your surname. Farewell."
...I...Whoa. Nice try dad.
At the very best you'll come here for a bit, we'll share some moments and then you'll go away, running around American skirts like always.
...I think... Ok. Reorganize the ideas.
I got discovered, I had to agree to the enemy's terms, and I'm about to be invaded by a normal girl.
Oh the idea gives me the creeps.
I already imagine the being and- Wait, I DON'T have to get out, have I?...
NO.
That's out of question. ...OUT...
This is my room, my 3 room fortress, the only space free from the world of stupidity and ignorance that divagate like lava in the Ragnarok.
I can't. Seriously I can't.
I'm destroyed. Game Over.
And I got nothing to take out at the last moment like a hero who has to use a last minute superpower.
I read Manga and such but I always found that idea so childish... Like LEGO, funny and maybe entertaining, but cheap and a childish.
Ok, better to not lie for a while, so I'll change lifestyle a bit.
Partials lies only. Lies that have a solid grasp on truth but don't imply the whole truth,
for example I'll go out and spend 2-3 hours in the park... No it's a bad place.
Wandering around the town with a Mp3 player? Uh. Let's hope people don't start talking to me or something like that.
They always do. They always find the difference in the group. Me.
Oh no and now I have to go out with them? nonononononono.
I... I feel dizzy at the idea.
But I can't refrain from the invite. Not yet.
Dad would probably get too much anger and do something stupid. I have to hold on.
Ok, wait for her. If she HAS to invite me out with some guys, I can get some normal clothes, nothing geek.
I can leave my glasses home, I'm not that blind, yet.
But I fear that they'll always spot the difference between me and a "pal". Fucking boys.
Girls are bad too, it's just that they keep to harass their own gender regardless of all the aspects,
unless it's someone obviously "away from the NORM".
We're all the same. We have to go out. We have to have fun at stupid places doing stupid things. We have to keep joking. Or teasing.
If it's someone different, it's teasing.
Because we're dumb.
That's them, the normal people. The Dumbs.
*BUMPBUMPBUMP* 3 knocks.
"Open, Yoshi-kun". Oh... that's the girl yeah it's obvious. Kumiko's my supposed guardian.
The one that almost never showed up. But... she's... different.
Another one that do not... I digress again. I'd better stop doing it.
I open the door. Greeting me, is a girl, a real one. A dumb one.
Quick, don't look at her boobs! I said don't, damn you filthy mind!
"..."
She doesn't say a word as I quickly sway my eyes from there.
Brown and short, but carefully done, hair move slowly near the deep yellowish/brown eyes.
Whoa, she isn't bad.
I never noticed it, I usually don't pay attention to these things. In the real world eyes and hairs are always the same, sort of.
"...so, get prepared, I have to get you useless dumbfuck out of this shithole."
I didn't expect that language.
I guess her father was harsh with her too, probably more than mine. But she was always so... gentle and now...
...She's like this for real then all the rest is a facade that did crack under her father's screams of anger...
Having no human interactions has its advantages, I see.
I carefully dress and go out, nothing strange all in the norm, no glasses or anything.
Normal boy with short black hairs and dark eyes incoming! ...Na. - They always spot the difference.
Ok, as I get near to the exit of the apartment building I pass some rules out:
1- Do not talk about anime and Manga. Never. They do not care. - This one took me YEARS to understand. Stupid I know.
2- Do NOT look at someone in the eyes for more than a split second. - Like with animals, it means "I want to FIGHT YOU RAWWWWR.".
3- If offered something,you refuse.If they offer again,accept. Once you accept, no turning back.
4- Don't do anything strange. Don't try to be cool. Try to be like them, but if it's out of your reach, don't do it.
5- Go away when the first one goes away, if he had not a special kind of excuse.
Ok. Ready. Not really, but.. fuck it.
I have to, so let's do it. But I can't, the stress almost overcomes me...
...I think I'll puke...
We get out, she didn't speak to me once, I just heard her bubbling something about her having to bring a strange guy. - Okie, that's me, darling.
We arrive at the station, that was the rendezvous point, for what I understood. They arrive almost all together.
I hear them and greet them, the facade that Kumiko has it's.. good.
She seems like "Ehy I brought a new friend!".
I guess she lies too. She has too, since she might fear that I do something odd but I would not.
Ok, don't look in the eyes, greet them.
...
That went well... Hopefully. I'm shier than what I wanted but... It kinda worked, from my point of view.
We have to pass the bridge to get to the place, wherever it is.
...
They don't speak to me and I don't speak to them, but they spotted the difference anyway.
"Who's that guy?"
"He keeps looking at the stars or at the buildings...weirdo."
"Oh, look how he has his hands behind his back... Ahaha!"
Yes... they spotted the difference again.
...
-I hate this. The night isn't even started and I hate this.
Oh...in this moment I think about dying. Mind, not seriously, but sometimes I just think about it.
I never was that important anyway. Nobody is, I think.
To the universe we're all probably ants. No, wait, scratch that. Smaller then ants.
...
The river is calm.
It's the 11 O clock... they go out late don't they?
The bridge is... almost empty, besides me, the normals and... someone.
From where we are, it's the only figure on the bridge.
It stands there, moveless, like a statue.
But it seems human. He probably is some guy who worke-
WAIT.
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