Chapter 130: Chapter 128: Bearded Old Man

The clear blue sky beyond the horizon and the radiating sunlight descending from it was blinding, despite being inside of this tinted window car. I could feel it. In my arms, Asuka was sleeping comfortably like a fluffy pet animal. Yuki was also sitting right beside me, but her grumpy mood was still intact in her system.

"Hey, Yuki... Are you still mad?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes...?" I smiled stiffly with my one eye squinting, utterly puzzled.

Yuki didn't say a word after that. Throughout our ride, the awkward silence was the only thing left between us. I gaze outside of the window, calming myself down because deep inside I'm panicking—not knowing what to do at this moment. It's hard than I thought. I'm distraught. What I did may be unforgivable, but I already apologized for it.

To ease her out, I attempted to touch her hand, but it got slapped hard enough for it to be red all over it. That alone made me rethink my decision, so I put a distance between her and me. The entire time, I was left in an awkward spot where death awaits me. It may be an exaggeration, but it's just my honest feeling about the situation I fell in. I stayed silent like a diligent dog.

Cars are zooming past the blemished road. The blaring sound of the engine was still passing through, despite being inside of the car and music over it—yet, not enough for the little sleeping Asuka to wake up from it. I don't know where we're heading now. But I remember a quote that I've read before. Some might say, not knowing what's ahead of you would be the most thrilling experience ever, as the painstaking challenges were looming ahead. Once the person overcomes it, the pleasure of accomplishment will blossom on both their mind and heart. An accomplishment to brag about. An accomplishment that will nurture the entrenched mind.

I pondered over my thoughts. Reminiscing about yesterday, I realized that a true friendship would be great—a high school friendship with deep trust and understanding about each other. Kimura's group friends enlightened me, on understanding how deep a bond can be. Understanding their friends and maintaining that friendship for how long, despite the absurdity of their love triangle—if I can even call as such, it's more like a one-sided love.

The two girls are lovely enough for anyone to fall for their charms like the two handsome guys. But, the center person of their group was on another level of denseness. I wonder if he's rejecting everything that comes to him? The reality of their group. The unshackling bond that was seen from them, yet now fragile because of their so-called love.

In honesty, I would love to watch how that would transpire. That would be entertaining to watch. I hope their also part of our school. I would rather have them, than that Nagasawa guy and his deluded fantasy along with his harem.

Speaking of Nagasawa, I visited Arima yesterday before going home along with Yuki and Naoki, for a short amount of time because of Asuka's tantrum. We didn't really get a chance to talk to him and only managed to catch a glimpse of his condition. He's still in the same condition as last time, according to his little sister. The even more bothering part about our little talk.

"Ide-san came by?"

"Yeah, she did. Just yesterday. Actually, I got furious about her and berated her with some hurtful words that I think she truly deserves. However, instead of getting angry at me, she asked Nii-san's condition, genuinely but with a mix of guilt plastered on her face."

"At least, she still cares."

"I don't buy it, honestly."

"That's understandable at the given circumstance that was befallen from your brother. I can't deny that fact. Anyway, she's the only one?"

"Yeah, she only came here by herself."

After our little conversation, we left the hospital and went home.

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The fresh scent of the wildflowers and the green trees, as traces of the windy breeze from the ocean whistling through the trunk, disturbing the peaceful harmonic leaves. The inner piece of one's mind shall be at peace. Yuki, Asuka, and I were strolling across the road made from cobble, at the center. Mesmerized by the surrounding, I thought to myself. 'I hope Naoki was here to see this.'

The bond that I created with Naoki deepened and knotted together. Deep inside me, I want to do the same thing with Yuki; however, due to the unprecedented circumstance last time on her bed. Adding the fuel to the fire, I had the audacity to bring Naoki to that place and did it, only inciting Yuki's jealousy more.

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Between Yuki and I was Asuka prancing with our hands tied together, at one glance we would be like a family with your lively child, cheerfully singing. Yuki was also singing along with her.

At the end of the road, a mansion welcomed us, a traditional old Japanese mansion. Wooden architectural design with a simplistic yet complex aesthetic design. Upon entering, the entrance road was filled with pebbles and grass, and slabs as a walking path. The integral structure of the mansion was also something to be praised.

"Wow. The fresh air."

"Nii! The place is gorgeous! Is this where Yuki-nee is living?!"

"No, Asuka-chan. It's my grandfather who's living here. We're about to meet him, later." Yuki crouch on her knees, picking up the engrossed Asuka to her arms.

At the door, a woman greeted us, wearing a light-colored kimono. She's beautiful along with her glasses and her composure. She's kneeling on the floor gracefully, greeting us. "Welcome, young miss and young master. I'll be your attendant for today. My name is Kiyomi. Chairman was waiting in a room. He only specified to bring young master Tatsuya."

"I understand. I'll bring Asuka to the other room, follow him Tatsu."

I gasped. "You're calling me by my nickname again!"

"Hmph!" she ignored me and took Asuka. Asuka was hesitant at first, but I patted her head to ease her out and said. "Nii will not go anywhere. I'll just be in the other room."

"Okay..." Asuka cast her head down in dejection.

I glance over at Kiyomi. "Kiyomi-san." and nod.

"Yes, follow me please."

While following Kiyomi, I have a lot of prepared questions in my head, but most of them are all about Sayuri-nee. About her whereabouts or whether she's still alive or not, I don't want to be pessimistic about it—I want to be realistic as possible. I've already experienced a lot of stuff throughout my young life and I don't want to be the one who will turn a blind eye to everything around me.

One thing's certain, why did Sayuri-nee leave me in that place? When I got rescued? Where did she go? What happened to her? Countless question thoughts are pouring inside of my head. There's a huge, deep hole that was left in my head—an endless hole of questions that needs answers. And, I'm here to seek those out.

According to my understanding of the old man, he doesn't like to tell everything. He will take the conversation to himself, and take over it until he deviates the topic to the other way.  He likes to take control of everything. It's his way of feigning ignorance because it's either malicious or too important—sometimes, it's too much for me to handle or too young. It's thoughtful of him, but right now, I need to win against him to seek those answers out.

I can't stay in this endless cycle of obliviousness. I need to get myself out of the loop, for me to develop as a human being and be responsible for once. Yes, being young was a downside because for me to be wise, I need to accumulate experience and the knowledge from my life, and to translate that to form a good judgment of my decisions. Gramps was also the person who told that.

I may have a brain that could even be comparable to a genius, but I'm not wise. There is two distinct difference between being smart and wise. Furthermore, I can't just have wisdom out of nowhere and suddenly become a wise person.

As Kiyomi leads me, I'm walking in an open hallway where the sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. Suddenly, memories are flowing inside of my head of the place. The sensation of familiarity engulfs my chest. A memory of my childhood playing with Yuki, at this very place that I'm walking on. The wonderful memories that I'll treasure forever. I let out a wholesome smile while reminiscing those memories.

Upon reaching the door, Kiyomi bowed before leaving. Opening the door, I saw an old man with his bald head and beard, kneeling on the tatami floor as he drinks his favorite tea. One thing that I noticed, there's his cigar right beside his cup. He turns his head to me and smiles. "Long time no see, Tatsuya. Have a seat."

I chuckled before responding. "Good to see you too, gramps."

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