Post by Densetsu Karu on Jun 2, 2012 12:34:05 GMT -6
The following takes place on May 18, 2003, at 1:51 PM.
It was Sunday. Most people were out and about with friends and family, going shopping or enjoying a small cafe. For Densetsu Karu, there was no such enjoyment. Sunday merely marked a day not run by routine. A long day, in which he had no distractions. It was endless, week in, week out. A continuous search for distraction, for a way out. To escape the repeating boredom and depression that came when he was unoccupied.
What about his friends? Couldn't he spend time with them? Unfortunately, the very few people he could loosely define as his "friends" were unreachable. Karu had no means to contact them, having only known them during school. Additionally, he was so unused to the concept that he couldn't be sure on how to go about such arrangements.
Alas. In his utmost bored state, the one thing he decided to do was walk and observe. Silently, like a phantom, he drifted along the shopping district of Hikarizaka. (Technically, it was more a limp rather than a phantom-like drift. This was caused by an injury he had sustained two days earlier, which was a story for another time.) He watched, with a heaviness in his heart, other people. It felt like he was not really there, only an observer. Men, women, boys, girls, couples, groups, parties, families; he saw them all. There were also people who were alone. Like him, but not truly like him.
Despite what he felt, Karu wasn't really alone. Always, following him to each and every corner, stalking him down each road and building, forever hovering over him like some sickened spirit, was Fate. He was struggling with the entity known as "Fate." Before, he did not believe in it, but now now was unsure. Was there any other way to explain the random, coordinated, chaotic, perfect pattern that his life followed?
Or maybe, he had been cursed? Cursed by his terrible enemy and friend, the one who had caused his sister's accident. No... he mustn't recall this at this time... this was not the time to regret... The avalanche of familiar feelings and memories collapsed onto him. He bore the heavy weight of his suffering. Karu came to a complete stop, in front of a toy store, staring through the window but not really seeing it. An urge to smash that window came to him. A cold smile played on his features, and his fingers balled into a fist. Karu noticed neither of these things, as though he wasn't really there. Technically, he wasn't.
He was invisible.