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Manga . to F › Future Diary
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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3,086
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Day 1. Part 3
Day 1. Part 3
‘Hey, where are you going?’
‘Leave me alone!’
‘But Akise,’
‘No ‘buts’. You’re a killer, psychotic and dangerous. Go away!’
Amano looked almost cute when he fluttered his lashes and looked at the ground, almost. Aru felt the rage surge within him, hands turned to fists. He wasn’t going to take this bullshit any longer. No matter how cute this boy looked.
‘…you don’t understand, it’s not like that, it’s…, I… I hate killing, Akise!’
A hand reached out to him, but Aru turned his head away. He did what he should have done a long time ago: he ran. The dirt and tree bark crunching under his feet, grasshoppers jumping away to safety. Luckily Aru knew this park like the back of his hand, he hid behind a tree, while Amano ran further.
‘Akise! I only wanted to protect you, Akise! All of you, ooh, ah! Where are you?’
Amano’s voice drifted further and further away, till Aru could barely hear him. He came out of the thicket and proceeded his way home. It was dark by now, he heard police sirens in the distance, their red and blue lights blazing. Aru hitched up his schoolbag and continued walking. He made it to the front yard, searched for his keys, opened the door and securely locked it. Nobody was home – what a surprise. He went for the refrigerator where his bottle of cherry juice waited, as usual. Only when he found a glass to pour it, he stopped, hands shaking and instantly dropping the bottle on the counter. He saw red, splashing everywhere, Amano’s hands covered in it, and he was just standing there, doing nothing.
‘Oh my God, what have I done?’
Aru lost his appetite and went upstairs, forgetting the bottle of cherry juice on the counter, and his schoolbag nearby the door. He pulled the pencil from his breast pocket and started doing his homework.
Hours later the front door creaked open, and someone made a stumbling sound, shuffling about the hallway. Aru knew directly who it was – dad. There was no greeting because his father didn’t appreciate loud noises, and because it wasn’t particularly necessary. Aru heard the electric stove turn on, cupboards being closed and opened, the familiar wail of the teapot. But usually mom would handle these things, he thought to himself, then went back to his literature assignment, trying to find that particular passage he wanted to quote. His head was bent over books when dad finally came upstairs.
‘Found the library thief yet?’ he asked.
Aru looked up, blinking, then frowned.
‘No, not yet. Have you found the serial killer?’
Dad sighed, irritation clearly visible in those ruby eyes.
‘Not yet,’ he admitted.
That was it. No repercussions, no questioning, nothing – dad closed the door and went to his own study, where he would continue working half the night. Aru sighed. Whatever problem he had, he’d have to figure it out on his own. Which reminded him – the schoolbag was still downstairs. Aru sat up straight. He rushed downstairs and turned on the washing machine. Then, having thrown all the old laundry in, he unzipped his schoolbag. He pulled the blood stained kitchen towel out, and without further thought, threw it in with the laundry.
Aru clicked start. Foam appeared behind the glass, and the laundry began to move, destroying the last piece of evidence. He heard rapping on the kitchen window now, strange. It was as though someone was drumming their fingers over it, in a rhythmic pattern. Aru walked out of the bathroom, and pulled up the blinds. Behind the glass, in his front garden, he saw Amano Yukiteru.
[End of Third Chapter]
‘Hey, where are you going?’
‘Leave me alone!’
‘But Akise,’
‘No ‘buts’. You’re a killer, psychotic and dangerous. Go away!’
Amano looked almost cute when he fluttered his lashes and looked at the ground, almost. Aru felt the rage surge within him, hands turned to fists. He wasn’t going to take this bullshit any longer. No matter how cute this boy looked.
‘…you don’t understand, it’s not like that, it’s…, I… I hate killing, Akise!’
A hand reached out to him, but Aru turned his head away. He did what he should have done a long time ago: he ran. The dirt and tree bark crunching under his feet, grasshoppers jumping away to safety. Luckily Aru knew this park like the back of his hand, he hid behind a tree, while Amano ran further.
‘Akise! I only wanted to protect you, Akise! All of you, ooh, ah! Where are you?’
Amano’s voice drifted further and further away, till Aru could barely hear him. He came out of the thicket and proceeded his way home. It was dark by now, he heard police sirens in the distance, their red and blue lights blazing. Aru hitched up his schoolbag and continued walking. He made it to the front yard, searched for his keys, opened the door and securely locked it. Nobody was home – what a surprise. He went for the refrigerator where his bottle of cherry juice waited, as usual. Only when he found a glass to pour it, he stopped, hands shaking and instantly dropping the bottle on the counter. He saw red, splashing everywhere, Amano’s hands covered in it, and he was just standing there, doing nothing.
‘Oh my God, what have I done?’
Aru lost his appetite and went upstairs, forgetting the bottle of cherry juice on the counter, and his schoolbag nearby the door. He pulled the pencil from his breast pocket and started doing his homework.
Hours later the front door creaked open, and someone made a stumbling sound, shuffling about the hallway. Aru knew directly who it was – dad. There was no greeting because his father didn’t appreciate loud noises, and because it wasn’t particularly necessary. Aru heard the electric stove turn on, cupboards being closed and opened, the familiar wail of the teapot. But usually mom would handle these things, he thought to himself, then went back to his literature assignment, trying to find that particular passage he wanted to quote. His head was bent over books when dad finally came upstairs.
‘Found the library thief yet?’ he asked.
Aru looked up, blinking, then frowned.
‘No, not yet. Have you found the serial killer?’
Dad sighed, irritation clearly visible in those ruby eyes.
‘Not yet,’ he admitted.
That was it. No repercussions, no questioning, nothing – dad closed the door and went to his own study, where he would continue working half the night. Aru sighed. Whatever problem he had, he’d have to figure it out on his own. Which reminded him – the schoolbag was still downstairs. Aru sat up straight. He rushed downstairs and turned on the washing machine. Then, having thrown all the old laundry in, he unzipped his schoolbag. He pulled the blood stained kitchen towel out, and without further thought, threw it in with the laundry.
Aru clicked start. Foam appeared behind the glass, and the laundry began to move, destroying the last piece of evidence. He heard rapping on the kitchen window now, strange. It was as though someone was drumming their fingers over it, in a rhythmic pattern. Aru walked out of the bathroom, and pulled up the blinds. Behind the glass, in his front garden, he saw Amano Yukiteru.
[End of Third Chapter]