Chapter 7: Chapter 7: A troubled night for Amano Suiren

Amano's POV:

  

   I had a dream. No, I had a nightmare. I saw my parents. They were hitting me, torturing me. I was screaming help. Nobody came to help me. I somehow escaped their grip and started running. But I couldn't keep running. I tripped over and fell on the road. However I saw someone's feet before me. I looked up and saw... a boy... a plain boy wearing our school uniform... Arawi-san. 

   He helped me to stand up. But my parents were still chasing me. They were coming towards us. At that moment the boy took a... big loudspeaker?! Then he took a deep breath and shouted...

   "GOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOL...."

   A terrible sound! I covered my ears but still felt sick. I was almost gone flying but somehow took a hold of Arawi-san's shirt to save me. I found out all the surroundings were getting destroyed. It's like a big storm.... I can't find my parents anymore. They were probably gone flying somewhere. 

   After the 30 seconds storm, I could finally hold my breath. Everything was destroyed. I looked at Arawi-san. He smiled at me. But then he pointed the loudspeaker towards me....

   "No... Arawi-san... don't say anything... NOOOO"

   "GOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOLGOL...."

    I fell down from the bed. My nightmare was finally over. WHAT WAS THAT?! What was that noise?

   I looked at everywhere. As expected, I was in the bedroom of Arawi-san's house. It's 1:40 A.M. on the clock. I again climbed on to the bed. Nobody was in the room. Then what was that noise? Will that noise come again?

   I sit on the bed... fully awake. I can't sleep right now. For some reasons, I was getting chills. Where's Arawi-san? He must be sleeping in the drawing room. Did he not hear anything?

   10 minutes after, the noise came again... from the drawing room?!

   "GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLL"

   I freaked out but still picked up a baseball bat which was in the room. And then I ran towards the drawing room!

   "WHO IS HERE?!"

   "Woaaaa??"

    "Eh?"

    There's nobody but Arawi-san was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. On the TV, a soccer match was going on. He freaked out when he saw me holding baseball bat.

   "Amano-san, what happened?"

   "Arawi-san... what was that terrible golgolgol sound?"

   "Huh? Oh that must be..."

   At that moment once again... the sound came... from TV. A team has scored a goal. And the commentator was shouting this way?!

   I stood there dazed. 

  "A-Arawi-san the commentator is HORRIBLE! Why is he shouting this way?"

  "Oh I'm sorry, Amano-san. I completely forgot to decrease the volume of the TV. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep."

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   "Naa it's okay but... what is this match... and who is the commentator and why are you watching this?"

   Now I'm curious. It's about 2 A.M. on the clock. And Arawi-san is watching a soccer match.

   "Erm it's called La Liga... I mean the Spanish Football League. We're in Japan and so... it will obviously be broadcasted in late night haha."

   "And... the commentator?"

   "Oh... the Spanish Commentary is always very passionate. So they always shout like that whenever a goal is scored."

   Passion? Well for me it was a terrible experience. Moreover...

   "Why are you hearing the Spanish commentary, Arawi-san? You can also hear English or Japanese."

   "The English commentary is dull. And Japanese commentary is... meh."

   "Anyway... you need to sleep right now. We have to go to school tomorrow, right?"

   "Yeah yeah... just a little bit later, okay? I will switch off after minute 60."

   I saw the scoreboard. It was showing  Barcelona 2-1 Atletico Madrid, 50 minutes.

   I sit beside him on the sofa. He was surprised by this. I told him,

   "If it's just 10 minutes more then I'm going to watch as well. I won't be able to sleep right now anyway."

   "Welcome! Then take it as a midnight snack."

   He gave me a packet of potato chips. It's fun to have a midnight snack. It's fun to pass your time with someone funny... someone as Arawi-san. 

  When I first met him, I was troubled. I told him the truth about my family and my intentions for him to reject me and so that I could escape my house.

   Instead he helped me... helped me with everything... that I don't think I would ever be able to repay. At first I thought, he might have some bad intentions when he offered me to live with him. But I still agreed to it. I would not be able to live anyway without money.  He is my classmate. So I believed he would not torture me more than what I was experiencing. 

   I was so wrong. He never ordered anything on me. Instead he kept on helping me with everything. He spoils me as if I'm a child. I too... want to help him. We live together. The only work I do for him is to make breakfast and dinner. It's unfair. 

   Why... why is he always kind to me? Does he like me? Maybe... Did I do anything to make him like me? Or boys just like any girls at anytime? Or he likes my face? There are at least ten more girls in the class who are more beautiful than me. Does it means he likes any other girl too?

   My vision is getting hazy. Yeah... I have to go to sleep. But I have no energy left to stand up. The TV volume is very low so that would not wake me up this time. I looked at Arawi-san. He was concentrating on the match. I could not take this anymore and rest my head on his shoulder. 

   It seemed like he was surprised. However I was already half asleep. His shoulder was comfortable to use as a pillow. Also I feel incredibly... safe...

    The last thing I remember before fully losing my consciousness was the faint voice of the commentator, 

   "gooooool de barca, goal de messi, goal en el minuto 70 de messi...."

    

[To be continued]

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