Chapter 24: Chapter 23: One Week Left(2)

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Saying that, about another two hours(like 20-30 minutes) passed, and well, I somehow managed to survive!! Now, I can understand what this weirdo actually says. Before it was like, 'ahsjfnfnjldturowueiwetddvbnmze, get it Haruka?'. Now it's like, 'When you divide the number by the given amount and then...' Something like that. 

I gotta say though, respect to teachers. They also had to suffer like this as students, and even now, they still continue to suffer. If it were me, I would have thrown everything away the moment I'm free. Though, sadly you wouldn't be able to live in the current society like that. Your family would probably be ridiculed as well. 

"Okay, good job, Haruka. You're all done."

"Yahoo! Finally!" I lay down on the floor, beaming with happiness at the thought that I'm finally done with this stuff. My suffering ends here... for now. 

I let out a sigh of relief and sit back up. I can worry about later, later. For now, enjoy and relax.

"Do you play music or something?" I ask, looking at his guitar that's in the corner of the room.

"Yeah, sometimes. When you're not feeling down, music is nice. It helps bring you up. It's helped me many times..." He locks his eyes on it, smiling as if it was his lover. His one and only. Though, highly doubt that's actually true.

He sure loves music, huh. How lucky. He's already got something he really likes. I wonder... "Are you going to do music in High school?" I ask, not sure what I'm expecting.

"Yeah. I really like music after all."

"Then why don't you become a musician?" It's only logical, right? He never really answered when I asked before. He just said he's not sure. Which of course makes sense. It's hard to choose one or two things out of countless choices. Especially when it's such a big decision- a decision that can impact your life... your later life, and how people see you.

Some people just pick along the way- like after university. Though, I think that's a little too late to choose something like that. But, I still plan to pick along the way.

"I mean, I don't know. It's not really a great way of income. And plus, my parents probably won't allow me to anyways, hahaha," It seems like he's given up on the idea. He probably thought like that before(about being a musician). Maybe he faced reality or something? "But... I don't know. I mean, I could do something else. I'm already thinking of something but I'll have to work hard to achieve it."

"Isn't it all about what you want to do?" I ask.

"...Haruka, do you think it's a good thing if you're parents are rich?" 

"What?" I pause, perplexed. That came out of nowhere. "I mean, yeah. You don't have to worry about money and stuff,"

"I see... Yeah, you're right."

"Though, I guess there would be some disadvantages to having rich parents as well."

He looks at me, intrigued. "Such as?" He seems to be already thinking of ideas.

"Like... not being able to spend time with them?"

"Oh~"

"If they're rich, that means they work hard- meaning, they work alot. Since they work alot, you don't get to spend time with them."

"That's true. Very true..." 

I look at him confused. I feel like this topic is supposed to be personal type thing. I'm not really sure how to explain it, but, it feels like this subject is close to Souma. Something like that.

"Sorry for asking a weird question, Haruka."

"No problem?" I pause, and look up to roof. "Either way, I'm sure that even if they can't come home much because they're really busy and stuff-" I look at Souma, "I'm sure they'd want to spend more time with their child." And smile.

He looks at me with his eyes widened. 

"What kind of parent wouldn't love their child? It's only natural that a parent loves their child right? Even if they're the biggest disappointed and disgrace ever to live on this world, they'd still care about how they're doing and stuff. Well, probably. Maybe they may not think about it and stuff, but, I believe that deep down, they'll always love them." I say. "Though, that's just what I think. I highly doubt I'm right."

"...." Souma is silent.

"Souma?"

"...You know, Haruka... You're kinda cringe."

"What?!" I wasn't even thinking about how it would it sound; I just said the first thing I could think of. Now that I look back at it, it really is quite... cringe.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding." His face loses it's amusement. "Even if you are just saying bull crap- I hope you're right." He finishes, softly smiling.

"..." I am now silent. "You know Souma, you can be kinda cringe as well." I bluntly say, ruining the dramatic mood in the room.

"Oh, really? I guess we're both cringe then."

"Seems we're on the same page now." 

We laugh.

"Indeed. Anyways, you still remember that manga I told you about right?"

"Yeah."

"I finished reading them all, you can have them now." 

"Um, ok. Thanks, I guess." 

Souma gets off the bed and stretches his arm while yawning.

He turns around and asks, "How do you feel about 'them' being in one week?" 'Them' meaning the exams.

"Hmm~ Thanks to your torture, I think I can pass." 

"Haha! Told you it'll be worth it!"

"Yeah, yeah." I don't remember you saying anything ya big fat liar. "You shouldn't credit yourself so much. It was all me, that's for sure."

"Huh?!" He comes up to me and pulls my cheeks. 

"Ow, ow! Shouma! Ish shory~" 

"After all that time I put in, now it's all cause of you?" He grins. 

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He lets my cheeks go after a couple more seconds of hurting me. As if trying to tell me not to forgot about what happens if I 'defy' him or something. 

"It is all cause of me though. I was the one who had endure all the pain coursing through my brain."

He's silent. 

Anyways, after that exchange, we finish the drinks and snacks he placed on the table before we started and he went down to put the stuff away. 

Just like that, I'm left in this room all by myself.

It sure is big. I think in the quiet room. I guess it's kinda lonely- maybe boring- after all that talking. 

I look over the room, finding to distract my mind with until he comes back. It sure has been a while since I've been here.

There wasn't many things that changed, just a couple of things were added and some things were removed.

After looking for a couple of seconds, I find his closet slightly open. 

Out of curiosity, I crawl over to the closet and open it. I probably shouldn't since it's kinda private and stuff- and he'll probably get mad at me, but hey, curiosity killed the cat right? I guess I'll just die then....... I'm kidding of course. Dying doesn't sound nice.

When I open the closet... I find that the closet is neatly organized. There's nothing on the floor. All his clothes are hanging above me- on a hanger.

Well, that's kinda surprising. Is he a hidden clean freak or something?

As I'm about to turn away, I notice something in corner of my eyes. It's kinda big... and has some black on it, making it pretty much invisible in the dark closet. I wouldn't haven't have noticed it if it weren't for my amazing eyes. Though, it's just coincidence- or maybe luck. No real behind how I found it. I mean, I don't have 'amazing' eyes. That's for sure.

I really shouldn't touch his things without permission, but, let us just blame this on 'curiosity-san' once again. 

I lean over and slowly pick it up, cautious as I don't know what it is.

Huh? I stare at it. 

It's a keyboard; the piano keyboard. Not the type for computers.

He did say he liked music. 

Thinking that, I look back at his guitar, sitting there in the corner. Does he have more instruments? The back of my mind thinks, for whatever reason. So what if he does? What are you going to do? Nothing. I'm just curious. 

Sigh, I'm having an argument with my own mind. I must be tired. 

According to knowledge of musical instruments(that isn't great), the guitar he has should be an acoustic guitar.

I put the keyboard down on my lap and stare at the keys for a little longer. This might be the first time I've seen a keyboard. I've seen piano's because of music class. I also learned a little bit about their small and portable version: the keyboard. Apparently, they sound exactly the same as a piano.

Wondering whether that's true or not, I press down on a random white key. It should be a middle C according to what I remember. 

The sound of the key echoing in my ears, making me- tempting me to press another key. I press down on the key after C: D. 

This is my first time playing a piano/keyboard. 

While I'm doing as I please with the keyboard- and I suppose, enjoying myself, I hear the door click open. 

Behind it is Souma, staring at me. Oops... The feeling of being caught doing something bad kicks in. What's it called again? Guilt. My mind says. Yes, that. 

He leans against the wall with his arms wrapped around his chest, as if he was about to interrogate me or something. Though, it wouldn't be completely unexpected if that is the case.

I should have put it away while he still wasn't here. Or, is it better I don't? He isn't looking at me as if I'm some kind of bug. He's just watching me, almost as if he's waiting for my next move- or maybe he's waiting for me to play. Though, I highly doubt it's the latter.

Unsure what he wanted, I apologize. 

"I'm sorry for touching things without your permission..." I kinda imagined a scene similar to this one the moment I touched it- or maybe  even before that.

"Hm? I don't really care," He gets off the wall. "It's just sitting in closet anyways. Someone might as well play it." 

"You don't play it?" I ask. Why does he have it he doesn't use it? Apparently they are quite expensive.

He walks forward and then takes turns looking at me and then the keyboard that is currently laid across my lap. 

"I used to. I don't really much now." He stares at it, as if they had a history together- much like someone talking his or hers ex. Maybe I'm not too far from the truth.

But, no matter what the reason may or may not be- no matter how traumatic or joyful it may or may not be, my mouth doesn't stop for anything.

"Why not?" 

He looks at me, quiet. 

I'm really curious now. He says he loves music- I could even see something that looked like a spark in his eyes as he was talking about it. If he loves music so much, why'd he stop playing? 

Something must have happened, right? 

I look up at him, awaiting his answer. 

We just maintain eye contact without him saying anything. After a couple more seconds of staring at each other, he sits next to me.

"Well... I guess there are many reasons? I'm not entirely sure... I suppose," I don't really understand what he's saying. "You can say that one day I woke up and boom. I quit. I just didn't feel like playing anymore. I guess... I just burned out." He looks at the floor. His expression tells me that's not really the truth- or rather, some of it could be the truth, but not all of it. 

"I see. If you knew how to play, I think it's a waste to just quit. I bet you had lots of fun playing. You did, did you not?" I say, leaning back on the floor, my arms behind my back, touching the floor. 

He looks at the keyboard and soon break into a soft smile, as if reminiscing the past. He does have fond memories of the keyboard- or maybe the piano. Maybe one of those super big ones: Grand pianos. I mean, he is one of those rich kids. I giggle to myself. Maybe he even played in some contests, as a kid. Maybe those contests were the reason he quit. They can be really stressful (not that I would know).

"Yeah, I did," He reaches over and plays a random note, holding it down. It comes off as a dark sound. "Haha, it just had to be an E. Maybe it's telling me I'm 'E'vil. Get it?" 

"Yeah." 

He then proceeds to press three notes down at once. This time, the note comes off with much more energy in it. It's a happy sound. Maybe it reflects his mood.

"This is called a C major chord. It's the first chord you learn about." 

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