Happy Life
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Futaba lay on the windowsill in the deserted school corridor, watching the clouds drift across the sky.
After hurling a few arrogant words at Aliduum as a parting shot, so she could leave with her head held high, she actually saw no way out of the current situation. She was forbidden from talking about it, threatened with something vague – apparently, they couldn't come up with anything specific to scare someone who had long since given up hope. But even without the threats, no one would help her anyway. If even such respected figures, adorned with chocolate medals for the anniversary of their beloved and esteemed leader, like her grandfather and great-grandfather, were involved, or at least kept silent, fearing the displeasure of this respected person, then there was no question of any positive contribution from some rudimentary, rotten organs or useless fools like the principal – in that fantastic case, if she really wasn't involved.
On the other hand, for Futaba, nothing had really changed. Her earthly life didn't end today, or even six months ago, but much earlier – with the death of her younger brother and her mother, who followed soon after. One specific summer day crossed out the fate of their family and turned it into an endless agony. Does it really matter how she continues to suffer?
Throughout her life, she was constantly plagued by thoughts of putting an end to all of this, but each time she ran into the same wall – the unwillingness to deprive herself of the last word. And now it's the same. While life circumstances once again chewed up and spat out a defenseless person, a child, the real scumbags are still walking around, breathing, drinking beer, and eating meat, and most likely rejoicing that, by a lucky coincidence, they ended up on the safe side of the volcano. They were lucky enough to live this life in peace, catching the good moments.
Perhaps there are no other options here except the most obvious one. Kill them all, one by one, like pigs. Of course, it's impossible to do that right now, but April showed that it is quite possible, and they bleed almost like humans. She just needs to prepare well and find the right moment.
These dark thoughts made Futaba want to sigh heavily, but she suppressed the urge.
Finally, out of a desire to do at least something, she decided to check every inch of the principal's office, and then Karvia Imas's room in the dormitory. They were probably locked, and if not, they had been thoroughly cleaned out in the meantime, but it was agonizing to do nothing, and somewhere in her heart, a false hope flickered that there was a chance, one in a million, that something might have been overlooked or misunderstood by the investigators, or even brazenly left as is, with a defiant feeling that it would be fine anyway – after all, all the "in"-security in the school was under the control of the organization.
After hurling a few arrogant words at Aliduum as a parting shot, so she could leave with her head held high, she actually saw no way out of the current situation. She was forbidden from talking about it, threatened with something vague – apparently, they couldn't come up with anything specific to scare someone who had long since given up hope. But even without the threats, no one would help her anyway. If even such respected figures, adorned with chocolate medals for the anniversary of their beloved and esteemed leader, like her grandfather and great-grandfather, were involved, or at least kept silent, fearing the displeasure of this respected person, then there was no question of any positive contribution from some rudimentary, rotten organs or useless fools like the principal – in that fantastic case, if she really wasn't involved.
On the other hand, for Futaba, nothing had really changed. Her earthly life didn't end today, or even six months ago, but much earlier – with the death of her younger brother and her mother, who followed soon after. One specific summer day crossed out the fate of their family and turned it into an endless agony. Does it really matter how she continues to suffer?
Throughout her life, she was constantly plagued by thoughts of putting an end to all of this, but each time she ran into the same wall – the unwillingness to deprive herself of the last word. And now it's the same. While life circumstances once again chewed up and spat out a defenseless person, a child, the real scumbags are still walking around, breathing, drinking beer, and eating meat, and most likely rejoicing that, by a lucky coincidence, they ended up on the safe side of the volcano. They were lucky enough to live this life in peace, catching the good moments.
Perhaps there are no other options here except the most obvious one. Kill them all, one by one, like pigs. Of course, it's impossible to do that right now, but April showed that it is quite possible, and they bleed almost like humans. She just needs to prepare well and find the right moment.
These dark thoughts made Futaba want to sigh heavily, but she suppressed the urge.
Finally, out of a desire to do at least something, she decided to check every inch of the principal's office, and then Karvia Imas's room in the dormitory. They were probably locked, and if not, they had been thoroughly cleaned out in the meantime, but it was agonizing to do nothing, and somewhere in her heart, a false hope flickered that there was a chance, one in a million, that something might have been overlooked or misunderstood by the investigators, or even brazenly left as is, with a defiant feeling that it would be fine anyway – after all, all the "in"-security in the school was under the control of the organization.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
