Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Repetition

I always wondered about something every day I came to school.

How do the popular kids do it? How can they casually make friends and hold conversations for so long?

Just looking into someone’s eyes for a second is hard enough for someone like me.

I had never once even talked to a girl longer than ten minutes which might cause me to end up a virgin forever. I agonized over my intended future every time I saw a happy couple being all lovey-dovey.

My high school romance was basically non-existent even though the prestigious school I attended had such beautiful flowers waiting to be picked.

I want that too. I want to be loved too. Well, maybe it has more to do with the fact that I want to have sex…

The sun was already beginning to set over the city of Kyoto. The school was already closed by now and only some students were left.

I always had a habit of staying after school to clean our classroom.

But I had never expected someone else to be here other than the club activities’ members.

A girl with long flowing hair and a gorgeous face was standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the ground with emotionless eyes.

Yes, she wanted to end her life.

“Don’t jump! You have so much to live for! You’re smart and beautiful and everyone admires you!”

“….!”

She turned her head at my shout and her eyes widened slightly.

“Makoto…? From the third class of year 2?”

“A-As expected… you remembered my name…” I neared the girl who wanted to jump.

It was rare for people to remember my face. I wasn’t particularly good-looking. Okay, I wasn’t good-looking at all. My face was average. I had fierce eyes and a thin body. My hair was unkempt and hid mostly half of my face and covered one of my eyes.

Everyone knew me as that one “snake-eyed loner”. I was always told that I had dirty thoughts and would always plan things in my head when I’m staring into space. That’s really rude. This was just how I looked.

“Why… are you here?” She asked with a strained voice. Her fists were trembling.

“W-Well, I always stay after school to clean the classroom. Miss Shiori must’ve heard that my class is quite a troublesome bunch so it’s always messy at the end of the day.” 

“Wait… you’re the one who always cleaned the classrooms? No wonder I always find it clean when I’m called to open the classrooms…” She looked at me, “T-That’s not the point here, why are you here? Did you know about everything from the start?”

‘Huh? What’s she talking about?’

Of course, I had no idea.

“Haha… Of course… Everything must have been leaked to the whole school by those people…” She smiled in despair as if the world was ending.

What could possibly be bothering someone like her? She was a top-class Japanese beauty with excellent marks and she was beloved by everyone at the school. I thought that there would be no obstacles in life for someone like her.

I had only moved to Japan this year from Europe with my parents. I wasn’t yet familiar by everyone but I could tell that Shiori Futaba was admired by everyone at school.

She was a third year senior and she was the student council president as well.

I wasn’t really interested about what might be bothering her per se but I had to get to the bottom of this so I could find a way to save her. Or at the very least persuade her not to jump. It was a good deed, I thought.

It was common knowledge that people trust others more if their lives were influenced by those people in some way.   

If I were to save her, maybe she would open up to me. Hmm, figuratively and literally…

“Please go away. I would like to be alone.” She turned her head away from me and faced the edge of the roof again.

“Then before you jump, let’s have sex!”

Yes. I was spouting such deplorable words at a suicidal person.

“…Hah?” She turned her head and looked at me as if she heard something downright insane.

“Since you’re dying anyway, why not let me have a taste of that body before you jump?”

I knew I was a scumbag.

“You can at least contribute to the world one last time by giving me this, right? I heard that you’re still a virgin even though you have a boyfriend.”

Shiori silently looked at me. She breathed and lifted her hand.

I thought she was about to take my outstretched hand but what she did baffled me.

She gave me a middle-finger, “You’re trash, Makoto. Just like I’ve heard.”

Then she jumped.

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“My god…” I had just witnessed someone falling from the rooftops but felt nothing special over seeing that.

You’re trash, Makoto. Just like I’ve heard…

‘Dammit. I just wanted to feel some boobs.’

Her deformed corpse was laying motionlessly on the ground.

I scratched my head.

“Let’s just call the police.” I took out my phone and began contacting emergency services.

I told them of what happened and when it happened. I also gave the victim’s name and school. The lady on the other side told me to hold on.

“Ah, man…” I took off my school blazer and covered her face with it.

Her face was fine for some reason even though her body was mangled beyond repair.

I am a gentleman so I could at least spare her this much shame.

Such a beautiful girl yet she died this tragically.

I sighed remembering the lines I spouted. I was never a person who could comfort others. How could I? I was never that good at talking to others in the first place.

The idea of getting her to trust me was stupid.

A few minutes later the police arrived with the ambulance in tow. It seemed that they hadn’t contacted the parents yet even though I gave the girl’s name and her school.

‘Oh well…’ I stood up and waved for them to come towards me.

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My name is Makoto Nakamura. I’m a transfer student who lived in Europe before moving to my parents’ hometown in Kyoto. My father and mother went there for business before I was born. My father and mother were pure Japanese and they grew up in this city. I was raised in Europe so I had a very English accent when speaking in my first language. I could understand Japanese somewhat but Kanji and Katakana were pretty hard since I had to learn everything from scratch.

My mother taught me her first language so I was able to understand to a certain degree but writing and verbal learning were much too different from each other.  

It had been a year since I moved here.

And I hadn’t made any friends at all. It wasn’t a big surprise. No one liked me after all. Well, there had been a few days when I actually enjoyed my school days. I even had fun with the rest of my classmates. I thought I could fit in.

But I just had to be screwed over.

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It happened a few months ago…

“He molested my friend, Yui!”

A girl with long blonde hair and tanned skin with flashy jewellery pointed at me while standing between me and her friend.

I took the train every morning so there was bound to be a lot of people from my school who boarded the same train.

It was busy hour for the workers so the train was packed with people. I couldn’t even keep my balance inside the train.

The friend the gyaru mentioned was standing uncomfortably with a lot of men surrounding her. She seemed scared so I put my arms against the window of the train and blocked anyone from trying to take advantage.

That girl’s name was Yui Fujiwara. She was a short cute girl with shoulder length brown hair and big brown eyes. She was a timid girl who never really caused trouble for others.

On the contrary, others would protect her at all costs because of how small and cute she was.

Did I mention that her rack was huge too?

I could still remember how heavily I breathed while looking down at her big chest. Even though I wanted to protect her, my teenage hormones dared me to touch her.

She was only looking into my eyes with a red face, begging me not to do it. Her soft, yet well-endowed body brushed up against me.

When I was almost near my breaking point, someone slapped me at the back of my head and exclaimed, “He’s molesting my friend!”

It was the gyaru bitch.

I’ll never forget that school day. Gazes of disgust were directed at me. I was even bullied by some admirers of Yui.

Other than my not-so welcoming first year at the school, I was glad enough to receive such wonderful education. The school I attended was one of the best high schools in the country.

Not only did they offer the best education money could buy, there were other faculties which students could enjoy. The lunches and field trips were one of my favourite things. We had quite a lot of those.

My grades weren’t exactly what you would call top marks since I was too lazy to study everything but that didn’t matter to me. As long as I could get a decent job then I would be satisfied enough.

“Gone yet again, huh…” I looked down at the wad of cash my father left behind. It was 7 in the morning by now so I expected to see him off to work.

“Use this for the rest of the week. I have a big deal I need to get signed so I have to focus all my attention on my client.” was what was written in the envelope of money.

I counted about two million yen. It was a bit much for a high schooler just for the week.

My father went on business trips often so I never saw him that much. Things had changed ever since my grandfather passed away.

My mother, well, she’s staying over at a relative for the time being. I hadn’t seen her these past few months.

“What should I buy? There’s nothing particular I want to do today.”

Today was Friday which was the best time of the week for a high schooler with a ton of cash. One could go out to eat with friends, sing at karaoke with friends, play arcade games with friends…

Now all I needed were “friends”.

“I have so much money. Yay…”

I cheered half-heartedly to myself. After putting the money away, I pressed a button on a remote which made our penthouse’s window brighten. The early morning weather greeted me.

“Hmm? Is it just me or is the weather the same as yesterday? Didn’t they say that there was a chance of rain today?”

I shrugged and hopped onto the couch. Unlike other youths, I liked to watch the news before I get ready for the day.

As such, I put on the television and changed the channel to “The Japan Times”.

“Huh?” I was expecting the death of Shiori Futaba to appear on the television but this was unexpected.

She was the daughter of a giant business conglomerate group so it was strange why they didn’t even announce when her funeral would be. Maybe it was a little too early?

But then shouldn’t they have put on the headline: “Top achiever of X Senior High falls to death after jumping off rooftop—” or something.

“Hmm…” I switched off the television.

I went to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. After finishing with that I finished dressing myself.

I grabbed my phone to see if I had any messages and sure enough I didn’t.

Being a loner is the best…

“Huh?” I suddenly noticed something weird when I looked at the time.

7: 60am.

That was exactly what the time said but then miraculously it changed to 8 o’ clock.

‘What was that?’

I noticed another thing when I looked at my phone’s date and time bar.

Thursday. It was the day Shiori jumped from the rooftop…

“No… way…” I hurriedly opened up LINE and went into our class group. I searched for Shiori’s number. It was required for the student council president to be active in all the class years’ groups. It was easier to contact everyone that way.

‘Why is there no mention of her death in the group? I literally told everyone about it…’

Well, all I said was “The president killed herself.”

I clicked on Shiori’s phone number which was still there for some reason.

It rang.

It rang a second time.

Tsssk—

“—Hello?”

Before I could process whose voice I just heard, the phone fell onto the floor.

“—Hello? Who is this?”

This can’t be true.

“—Hello!? Is someone pranking me!?” She clicked her tongue and hung up the phone.

“….”

I couldn’t be dreaming… could I?

The president should be dead yet…

“How is she still able to answer the phone?”

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