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[X] “Yes.” and
-[X] ask to talk later
[Y] Controlled.
Kamiko noded slightly. “Yes he did. I shouldn't take up more of your time right now, but if we could talk later?”
“Of course. Though today is not so good.” Taro-san said, running his hand through his hair. “Haruko, do we have anything planned tomorrow morning?”
“No, but I think it’s a school Saturday.” His wife replied.
“Oh. Right. Haven’t had to track those in a while.” He replied. “How about that afternoon then? It would be nice to have someone young in the house.”
Kamiko could hardly say no to that, so she didn’t. “That sounds fine. Though, this is more important than school; with all that’s happened I’m going to have to redo the year anyway.”
“No, that’s not good Kamiko-chan. School is important.” Taro-san says. “Even if you will have to redo some classes.” Haruko-san very slightly grimaces at her husband.
“Ah, yes.” Kamiko laughs awkwardly, and then bows, her palms together with her thumbs towards her chest. “My prayers are with you.”
“And ours with yours.”
Kamiko turns around and finds a seat among the pews, feeling fidgety and wishing she had something to eat. Though that would be unthinkably rude.
People continued to wander in, some talking to the Yamadas, others just heading directly to the pews.
Pretty soon the minister is there and Kamiko quiets her thoughts, trying to pay attention to the man’s words about life and death and the soul. You try to be appreciative but it honestly feels a bit cheap, besides you think you know more about souls then he does. But that’s not the point of this sort of thing.
The Yamada’s come up on stage and talked about their son. How he loved going to the zoo when little, or how he would throw himself into projects or new interests, redecorating his room to match his new obsession. Haruko-san talked about bringing him home from the hospital, and watching him try to boss around the other kids at kindergarten, continuing to the way he started to study astronomy and the history of their faith, even looking at rock music and accusations of satanism. Taro-san talked about how Ichigo always loved using his hands, from when he would pat down the furniture as a toddler, towards learning to write and draw, and then later gravitating towards sculpture and models. He talked about years in school that went well, and those that went badly. Friends he made and times when was alone.
It hurt. Kamiko knew he <i>might</i> not be dead, but also that she would most likely never see him again, and it wasn’t impossible you killed him. He had been weakened and without his minions and sloppy from anger. Or maybe he had suffered the same fate as her newer friends on those cold and arid slopes.
But it was good to confront the pain, not master it as one might a fear, but listen to it, hear it speak, and become part of you. To keep living in this world, diminished by the loss.
Pretty soon Kamiko realized she was already taking the bus back home. Her silent tears drying in the warm air.
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That evening she ate so quickly and so much her parents stared at her.
“Please don’t try to drown your sorrows in food. That’s not healthy for your body or mind,” advised her mother.
“I’m not, I’m just… I must not have eaten enough for lunch” Kamiko lied. “Thinking about the Yamada’s distracted me from eating.”
“Ah. Um… good then.” Her father said uncomfortably.
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The next few days passed uneventfully: wake up, throw up, breakfast, cravings for weird food, go to school, creep out the other girls in the locker room, stare at the PE teacher, go home, try to do homework, mostly get disctracted by porn, masterbate to sleep, do it all over again.
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Kamiko arrived at the Yamada’s house: it was an old house.... And it let you know that. An enclosed garden and pond were flanked by the living quarters and a storage shed. Ichigo’s shoes sat in the entry way. Kamiko took hers off too, and put them next to his. . After that, Haruko-san was waiting. She lead her through the old, dignified corridors to a smaller room - one with a konatsu, and where Taro-san already had an electric kettle and tea pot set up.
He poured a cup of green tea for each of the two ladies as they sat down, tucking their legs under the table.
“It’s good to have you here, Kamiko.” He said. “But I understand, with all that’s happened, wanting to be alone or being overwhelmed. But...you wanted to talk to us?” he asked.
[X] explain some things: (Chose one or more)
-[X] about the good part of the date.
-[X] and the /good/ part.
--[X] and what the pregnancy test showed.
-[X] your part in the bad.
--[X] even the magic. [Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
-[X] his part in the bad.
--[X] even the magic.[Shiro-kun says this is very bad to do.]
-[X] write in:
[X] write in:
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[X] Detachedly
[X] Clinically
[X] Passionately
[X] Quickly
[X] Carefully
[X] Exhaustively
[X] write in:
(You can also attach the qualities to single topics if you like. If say you want to describe the /good/ part clinically, but the bad passionately or whatever.)
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