YAPOOS – (something extra) CD-Y translation
At a certain café, Girl A was told by Boy B, who she loved to death, to “break up with me.”
“I’ve fallen for a girl named Girl C. I’m sorry. I know it’s bad, but break up with me.”
Girl A was shocked. Sad. She cried.
“D-don’t cry, if you make me cry, it’ll be bad… just as I thought, ough…”
He was already unable to speak fake words of love, but Boy B was a kind man, and so even if just a bit, he wanted to soothe sorrow of Girl A.
“That’s it, as, as a breakup thing, y’know, we can both mutually exchange… one thing important to us. And, we’ll always hold on to it, like a memento. Hey, let’s do that. Tomorrow at 2PM, we’ll meet here again for the last time. Bring something here then. Hey, hey.” If it had been the normal Girl A, she probably would have meekly thought, ‘Ah, of course Boy B is so kind.’ But the mentality of a girl scorned changes from that of a normal girl to that of a demon cursed. Already, Girl A had begun to hate Boy B.
Girl A lifted her head.
“…got it. Tomorrow, once our exchange of important stuff is over, I’ll give up on you.”
“Ah, did you understand me, Girl A? You, you’ve got to find a man more wonderful than I, and be happy. But that’s all for today.”
Boy B relievedly left as if he was escaping. Girl A snickered to herself as she watched his back.
The next day, at the same café.
Girl A arrived a bit early. Boy B, he came.
“Yo.”
“Hello.”
“Didja bring it?”
“Mhmm.”
Girl A’s eyes were red and bloodshot. Boy B, spurred by a feeling of guilt, thought to himself. (She probably spent all last night crying without getting any sleep… sad, but there’s nothing I can do about it.)
Boy B, as if he was finally breaking free from his chains, offered: “Alright, this… is mine. This is an old fountain pen my father bought me from a German antiques shop. I’ve taken good care of it. But I’m giving it to you.”
Boy B handed it to Girl A, and she took it. “Thank you.” Now it was Girl A’s turn.
“This is mine.”
Girl A, her eyes growing increasingly redder, held out a small white box.
“What is it?”
“Open it.”
It was Girl A’s index finger, wrapped in oil paper. “Gyah!”
Boy B opened his eyes so wide it seemed as if they would fall out, shaking. Her eyes growing ever more bloodshot, Girl A said: “I think you probably understand… how this is my important thing. I chopped it off last night. Aah – it hurts, it hurts…”
Girl A was already devoid of sanity. Her voice, it grew louder than it ever had before, trembling. “This is what they call intense pain. So intense that I forgot how to get to this café from my house. But, because I left my house an hour earlier than we promised, it ended up getting here early, hehehe!”
Already Girl A had become unable to understand what she was saying. And Boy B was unable to hear anything. Only the rapid pounding in his chest.
“I, y’know, if I don’t have this, everything will be hard, but because you said something important, I’ll give it to you. If I don’t have it I’ll surely be in trouble, it’s important, this.”
And Girl A went to point at the interior of the white box. “Aaah,” Boy B groaned. Even as Girl A tried to point, her finger was inside the box.
“See, I’m already having problems.”
CREDITS: Boshi Jusei
