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Even if you get better grades now.

Even if you grow, and act out less, and smile more... it doesn’t change what people think of you. You still hear things you don’t want to about yourself, and others, that were once true and may still be, to some extent..

She’s crazy!

I heard she took on a grown man.

I heard she killed a guy!

Doesn’t she, like, fight everyone..?

I hope she doesn’t fight me! I don’t wanna fight a murderer~!

She’d fight anyone for that one kid. What’s his name?

Ew, do you think she likes him?

Who cares? He likes getting hurt.

Oh, then don’t you think they’re perfect for each other? Haha!

Heard he’s got a girlfriend now, though. Bet she’s not happy about that.

Well if something happens to that girl, guess we know who did it.

... And taunts and jeers are thoughtlessly said; many behind your back, but even more to your face (or at least while you’re in earshot....). And sometimes those words stick with you, and many times they make you angry. Angry with how insensitive others could be about you, about him, and even sometimes about her. But that anger is mainly directed inward. For causing trouble, for being violent, for being anything but normal.

But no matter how good your grades get, you’ll always be stupid.

And no matter how kind your smile is, you’ll still be crazy.

And no matter how many times you try, you’ll still be a failure.

#;|| Paprika

[You’re a failure.]

I don’t understand...

I’m not a failure. Just tell me I’m not a failure--

How you could say that to me...

Just once--

That I’m

not--

When I’m trying..

“SHUT UP!”

So hard.

[There you go again, acting like that.]

[Like father like son, so they say.

You never were much of a lady to begin with.]

And you’re not helping--

Like you said you would...

“Shut UP!”

[(Sigh.) You’re still such a child. When will you grow up?]

“SHUT. UP!”

I don’t understand why you couldn’t say that.

[Pathetic. I’d swear the treatment wasn’t working at all.

What a waste of time and money.]

A coffee mug shattered across the wooden surface, as hands came to slam down on the table between them. The force of her standing, causing her chair to slam down with them. The glass cut her fingers, as the table wobbled on its last leg.

[Oh dear, now look at the mess you’ve made.]

A moment for her to snap out of it. To see the mess herself--.

Gasping, as she realizes what she’s done-- yet again, and too many times before-- she’d scramble to save the divorce papers, “Mom, I didn’t mean to--”

[Oh save it, Ina. You’ll never change at this rate.]

The woman shook off her documents, collecting them to take her leave.

[Goodbye. See you next week. (Sigh).

And try to clean yourself up some, dear.]

As she takes her leave, a head would fall into cradling arms, over the broken glass and coffee-spilled table.

#|:: Paprika ::|

How bad does it have to be...

For you not to know how genuine your own feelings are...?

#| :: Shotaro

There was already a light rain, but a new sound now-- Chk.

Chk. Chk.

Chk. Chakk-Chak-Chak-Chakk.

Not like she was asleep yet, but her eyebrows would furrow much deeper than they were. She’d rub her eyes open, before lifting up to pull back her curtains-- What is that?

... She’d stare out at a helicopter circling overhead.

Man hunt, I guess ?

For some reason, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. She’d take a new position, leaning into her palm to watch it hover.

It looks like a fish from this distance. The blue sky isn’t helping, either. Hmn..

...

Wonder who they’re after. Guess I’m not that curious, though. Not enough to actually check...

But she’d turn her gaze to that small, dark screen anyways. It would probably be useless.. No point in trying, right?

Right.

And so, turning her gaze back outside, she’d sit and stare into the rainy night. And as the helicopter thankfully flew out of sight-- though more-so out of earshot-- she would sigh; tugging the curtains closed once more as she dropped back into her pillow.

And then she’d press a hand to her head.

Nothing happened, again today.. But when would it? Probably not today, probably not tomorrow. Everything always stayed the same. It was.. pointless.. but..

Maybe, if it’s a beautiful day tomorrow... 「something」will be different.

... I won’t get my hopes up, though.

#|| :: Reina

The simplest solution is usually the correct one.

Meaning, the more assumptions that are made, the less likely the explanation is of being correct.

With that in mind, the simplest solution...

What would that be...?

Hunched over a wooden desk, a hand tugged back her bangs in deep thought. She’d scribble over her notebook as thoughts popped in. All possibilities lined the edges of her current page. Papers were sprawled on and off the desk alike. She can do this. She can... She has to. ...She’s sure her friend would do no less for her.

Now, how hard can it be to determine the goals and location of a man you know the identity of?

Sasaki Seji’s goals... where he is... someone knows.

The simplest solution... Why would Seji come back? Why would he shoot-- and miss? I could shoot Kousuke if I wanted to-- so why? (He could even have taken him...) A fist would clench around her pen. She should’ve been there sooner.

... So-- If his intention isn’t to kill him, then it must be-- at least, in part-- to make him miserable. Why else would he steal his parents away from him, dangle his only sibling back in his face, just to take him away once again...?

Is it a vendetta..? What was his parents relation to Seji? Why did Seji kill them in the first place? Why were both sons kept alive? Kousuke has to know something about their lives. Something about his deceased parents lives. Although, the fact that he’d chosen to live in Seji’s old apartment... where did his parents live?

That might be hard to bring up, but..

An image of a woman came to mind.

Her smile, maybe even her voice.. her short hair, as well? Was it short?

Her odd way of dressing. (But who was she?)

The way she pulled her bangs back as she worked...

She’d snap out of those thoughts-- hand dropping away and pushing her own bangs back in place.

...

But the past is in the past.

#;|| Mikoto

There comes a time in every little boy and girls life where they’re asked what they want to accomplish ‘in the future.’

In ‘the future’... What do you want to do? ‘ In the future’ What do you want to be? It should be easy enough.... but questions of what she ‘wanted’ were always the hardest to answer.

... I really can’t think of anything..?

Passionately, students would stand and confess to eachother. Some were fairly impressive in their goals. Some weak, but passionate enough..

And then there was her.

Absolutely nothing could be called to a blank mind... nothing to look forward to accomplishing. No passions that lied dormant, waiting to be unlocked. No matter what the teachers said.. Nothing... nothing at all.

The only thing she had was 2 jobs... and still no money for college.

With that many jobs, what’s the need for college, anyways?

Her turn to stand now. but what could she say, what could she do..? Nothing on the list of occupations stood out to her, only one chosen at random could even be quietly quoted back. It didn’t matter, though... The students would clap, she’d sit down, and it’d end that...

At least-- for now...

...

Because an eye would eventually slide open...

Even outside of school, memories and dreams like that could still.... ... But only a mind that has rest can waste time on such thoughts.

‘Time to get ready for work.’

#| :: Reina

“A seriously fucked up one. But still, a family.

There’s a wide variety of family dynamics that exist in this world. Mine was just one of many. That’s too bad now, huh. I’m glad my relationship with him lasted as long as it did. It--...

It wasn’t nearly long enough, but...

...

Weeell~ I dunno why I ended that last sentence with ‘but’, buuut that’ll be all~ Until next time, ‘diary~’.”

He’ll click off his recorder.

#| :: Shotaro

I was so happy to be with someone.

It was like I had a family.

#| :: Shotaro

“… It’s not his fault. Though, I guess… we did have a fight. ..I know he’s sensitive, and has trouble coping with …things… but I don’t know how to help him.

...

I should know how to take care of him by now.”

#| :: Mikoto