KAGEROU DAZE 01 - the children reason - (part Hibiya’s addiction i mean part 2)
note that this is a translation not a spoiler.
hibiya you are creepy why
She’s the daughter of one of the TOP 3 rich families in the village, and she plays the piano, takes ikebana classes, ballet classes etc. since young, also she sometimes goes to the town whenever there’s this seminar thingy in town.
Not only that, although I was far away from it, but I clearly saw that she was likely showing off her cute phone.
She must have bought that phone in town. Therefore, she’s a pretty much suitable person to ask about the phone.
However, this conclusion has, ended a very very loooonnnggg time ago.
The biggest problem is, Asahina Hiyori is EXTREMELY mutable, and my love towards her is EXTREMELY deep.
"Although I live in this really small village which has no fun at all, but there’s this one great part that makes it unique in this world. That is the fact that Asahina Hiyori is raised here."
A few weeks ago, one of my classmates wrote that kind of content in a love letter and gave it to Hiyori, and it can’t be spared that it was spectacularly rejected with the sharp word “GROSS…”, thus miserably rose up to the sky.
Sighhh, yeah sure, it’s gross, I know that. Asahina Hiyori is freaking cute, and I’m not exaggerating at all. She’s not just cuter than any students in the class,
but she’s even and extremely cuter than any of the child actors or models from the magazines and posters.
((((**6010: illustration of hiyori holding a phone sorry i’ll use my own scans after i get my novel orz)))))
Of course, her popularity is awfully high among the guys, there’s even rumours and sayings about what ” The only way to become an adult, for a guy in this village, is to fall in love with Asahina Hiyori” and “Simply throw a stone and you can easily hit a Hiyori fan” those kind of things.
And plus, I’m actually also a downright Hiyori fan…. nonono, to be precise it should be HIYORI ADDICT. Compare to those “crazy Hiyori fans”, no matter by the “rate of affection” or “rate of believer” or even “rate of amount (unofficial)”, I’ll definitely not lose to anyone.
A professional Hiyori fan keeps himself busy since early in the morning.
6 o’clock in the morning, the first thing to do after waking up is to greet one of my “soft and fluffy Hiyori plushie (DIY)” of “the rim of 48 Hiyoris” with a bright smile. As for breakfast, I’ll be looking at the “Hiyori timetable” while calculating “the percentage of chance of meeting Hiyori”. Also I’ll decide the best place to meet Hiyori.
Before going to school, I’ll once again strictly choose the best “Hiyori photo” that I like the most, carefully slot it inside my pass holder, then go to school with a smile.
After smelling the scent of “Hiyori hormone” (the feel depends personally, as for me it’s “fragrant”) in the air around the school, if I get to see Hiyori in person, I’ll just observe her with a smile.
At that kind of time, if there’s a luck to go near her, it’s definitely forbidden to carelessly greet her. This, is the difference between a crazy Hiyori fan, and a true Hiyori fan.
At this kind of situation, crazy Hiyori fans will reluctantly start a dialogue with her, sticking her and with this excited intonation, try to attract her attention. This kind of action towards Hiyori will only cause a serious negative effect.
For example, this morning. There was this dude trying to approach Hiyori and I was gritting my teeth, witnessing the scene. And of course, expectedly Hiyori used her sharp heirloom knife “GROSS. Go away.” as an extreme kill move, grandly KO-ed that dude.
Later, that frustrated dude, I think an excessive group from the Hiyori guard team aggressively brought him to the storeroom of the sport centre, but what actually happened, for the sake of my mind and health, it’s better not to think about it.
Therefore, a true Hiyori fan will not do that kind of disgraceful stuff. Just, stare her from far away, being grateful from that charm, and make it the power to move on for tomorrow. Such a professional job.
And also because of that, as a professional, I don’t know how the heck am I supposed to discuss such a lame topic with Hiyori. Basically, it’s just like that. Thinking about what I desire her to do, that kind of wish is virtually an extravagant hope.
That evil desire right at the bottom of my heart, it wouldn’t stop itching.
Yes, the hope of getting a mobile phone actually has a deep secret aim in it.
"……..I wanna SMS with Hiyori."
Oh no, not just SMS. I even wanna call her too. Don’t mention about meeting on the bus, but I even wanna have a secret chat with her which nobody knows, every night.
"………I wanna do…….."
As my thoughts were starting to become intense, I almost spilled out all my desires from my mouth. I closed my eyes and made a fist tightly, about that dream far far away, isn’t something that you can touch it by a cold weak hand, once again I feel that real sense.
"Aiyaaa, if you wanna do it of course you can, but you’ve reached your destination yoo."
With that rather abrupt words, all of a sudden my mind went back to the reality.
Attacking me while I’m not prepared yet, just who the hell is it?! I lifted up my head and searched for the sound, as expected, the impatient driver was giving the “I’ve found something interesting~” expression while looking at me.
Without thinking, my shame started to boil.
"WAHHH….s, sorry!!! I’ll get off now!!"
I know that I couldn’t remove that buffoonery just now, still I quickly stood up from my seat embarrassingly. Yet I need to give the driver my pass before I get off the bus, so after I stood up, I slowly opened my bag to find the pass.
"Uhmm, pass, pass…. ehhhhh??!! Where is it… no!! I remember I brought it?! Please wait……"
However I searched every corner of my bag, and I still could’t find the pass which I remembered I’ve put it inside my bag.
"Dammit… I left it at home…?!! How can it be…."
Just now that goofy act, and now THIS. My brain went totally blank due to shame.
"Ahh? It’s okay. One day doesn’t matter. I’ve been watching you riding this bus everyday, I won’t suspect you."
Driver who couldn’t stand it anymore patted my head and gave me a smile.
Ahh, such a nice person. Although I don’t mind being accused “riding a bus without evidence” and being brought to the police station, still this kind person saved my life.
"I, Is it okay?! I’m really sorry, I’ll bring it tomorrow……"
"Oh, nevermind, nevermind. Still, my lil child…"
The driver stopped patting my head and gave a serious look. His eyes were shining too.
"Ehh? Aahh, at, what?"
My heart shrinked as I felt uncomfortable again. I knew it, forgetting my pass isn’t a good thing at all……
"Ahh, you said ‘I wanna do it’ just now huh. I remember when I was at your age I really really wanna DO IT SOOO BADDD everyday……"
"OK THANK BYE"
Before he could finish his words that makes people thinks it’s a nasty misunderstanding, I quickly ran off as fast as a rabbit.
As I landed on the ground I quickly turned right at the front of the old bus station.
I could still hear his voice from far away, saying “Be careful while on the road~~~”, but he’s too dangerous. WAYYY toooo dangerous. I don’t know why but, yeah, he’s definitely dangerous. I really wanted to leave and forget about everything.
I slowed down my pace, lifted up my upper body. Far away at the end of the long pedestrian road, the dyed black mountains was starting to swallow the sun.