Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (12)

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Jin had a friend over today.

It freaked him out that I found out, I think he lost track of time. It was some lady with red hair, and in a vest. He was in his human form at least, which was good, but they seemed to know each other.

He yelled at her to go, f-bombs and everything. She didn’t shy away from replying in the same way. They didn’t seem to like each other at all.

His mood throughout the rest of the night was way worse than usual, I think it was his way to keep me from asking him about her.

Strange thing is, avoidance isn’t really his thing. So it’s weird.

He’s been very direct about not answering my questions in the past. Which means, maybe… it’s a topic that really hurts. Something he doesn’t want to lie about, or even hide? So it’s easier if I don’t ask.

I don’t ask about my parents anymore, but I used to. I used to ask why I was what I was, and why he is what he is, and what the world is like really. Like I said, he’s direct, he just says he can’t tell me.

That’s all. “Can’t say.”

The reason only comes out when he’s too drunk to hide it. And even then, it’s just vague.

“They’ll kill me.”

I’ve interpreted this in two ways.

 One, there’s information in what he would tell me that, if divulged, would lead “them” to us. As in we’re actually being hunted and I don’t know about it.

Two, he’s taking care of me under threat of life.

The second doesn’t make much sense to me, I honestly don’t feel that he hates me. The first one doesn’t make much sense either, why would telling me what I am lead to us getting found out? And if we’re being hunted, wouldn’t we be moving around all the time?

Anyways, yeah, he doesn’t hate me. I think he does like… loathe the sight of me, because of whatever past tragedy spawned me. Something really bad went down and I was born as a consequence, I think that’s it.

It’s just that his actions don’t really corroborate with this hateful attitude that he has, especially when drunk.

I should write them down sometime, the signs that let me know he doesn’t hate me. If only to remember that, despite his troubles, and his problems, Jin’s my father.

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Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (12)

Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (11)

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It wasn’t an accident. Enough days have gone by, so not only does she have to know what she’s doing, but I even witnessed it. A friend of hers rolled her eyes and said a mean thing, so Rika scolded her!

It feels…great. I never really thought it would feel so weird, or so good. It does feel good, just to say “hey” and have it said back with a smile, like she’s happy to see me.

I find that hard to believe, she doesn’t even know me, why would she be happy to see me?

Everything else is pretty much the same, but with her in my class, it’s also… much better.

It makes me think…like, the difference that one person can make in other people’s lives just by being kind. We really can’t imagine, or at least, most people can’t imagine the impact kindness can have in people’s lives.

I for one, feel that impact.

I worried, initially, that she would pay the price, and share in my infamy, but that isn’t happening. She’s very pretty, she’s always happy and joyful. I think she’s smart too. I think she’s going to be moving a lot of hearts in that school.

I’m scared she already started with mine.

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Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (11)

Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (10)

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Holy crap.

I mean, really, holy crap.

I don’t want to like, but I mean, wow. This new girl talked to me today, I mean, it was just…a casual thing, but it was so…like what?

She said good morning, introduced herself, asked me my name.

I mean she did it to everyone, I guess she doesn’t really know that…well that she doesn’t want to get associated with me. Or maybe, I dunno.

It was nice. It was…different.

Rika.

Thank you, Rika.

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Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (10)

Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (9)

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Ok so my secret thing. I’m like…basically, it’s an ability I have, and…I sometimes dream of it not being a secret. Of me just…using it to help people!

Like the shows, I could be a super hero of some sort. I have that dream. I have lots of dreams.

I want to be a cop, I think. Though not in Japan, I’d like to be part of some international thing, like be a detective or something. I dunno if that’s a thing, I’ll have to check.

But yeah! That would be cool, taking down bad guys, and I could…I dunno, make my ability useful in some way, and keep it a secret but still make use of it to catch people off-guard.

It’d be so cool. I hope it can happen, I really have to check into it.

Though first, I dunno, maybe I should find a job. Maybe if I relieve Jin of some of the burden, or even if I can live on my own, he’ll get better.

Or maybe without me, he’ll just die in a drunken stupor…I don’t want that to happen…

I mean, he’s basically my father.

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Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (9)

The Forgetful Elephant

The Forgetful Elephant

The Elephant woke up at the bottom of a ravine. And rudely, too, for he found a pack of dogs biting at its bum.

The startled and confused Elephant promptly shook them off and stood up. He did not remember how he had gotten there. In fact, the Forgetful Elephant did not remember anything.

Standing up, the Forgetful Elephant discovered that his hind leg was badly injured. For that reason, he decided he would go and try to find out who he was and what had happened to him. He chose a direction and followed it.

He first found the wild pig. His mighty tusks were red with berry juice. He greeted the wild pig and asked if he knew him. The wild pig said no, but that taking the other direction, he would come to find a snake, and snakes know a lot.

The grateful Elephant then walked back and took the other direction, considering how lucky he had been to so quickly find out he had picked the wrong one.

The snake was enjoying the sun on top of a rock. Its skin was yellow and dry, anxious to be shed. It did not stir as the inquisitive Elephant came close. Again, he asked her if she knew him and again she said no. She told the downtrodden Elephant to try over the other side of the river, for she knew of a horse that talked about Elephants. The reinvigorated Elephant thanked the snake and headed to the river.

When the hopeful Elephant got to the river, he sought the help of a crocodile. Its jaws grinned like twisted fate. The crocodile told the Elephant he could not carry him, but vowed not to eat him and told him the water was shallow enough for him to cross. So the trusting Elephant crossed the river, only to be attacked by the treacherous crocodile.

Fortunately, the endangered Elephant survived the fight by hitting the crocodile with his mighty trump. But the betrayed Elephant did get hurt and so left the river even more injured than he was before. Still, he did not waver and continued on.

The limping Elephant made its way out of the Savannah wastelands where he had woken up, marching onwards for what seemed forever.

The exhausted Elephant experienced the prairies, and lush forests, as it sought after this horse. It had to fight further, the poor Elephant. But he also ate things he loved and drank of water he much enjoyed. In time, the adventurous Elephant grew used to the limping, and accustomed to the injured hind leg as, alone, he braved the lands, meeting more and more animals in his quest to remember. Witnessing sights that challenged imagination.

The raven, its feathers black as night, told the Lost Elephant what direction to take. As did the squirrel, its tail like a wandering wave, and the bunny, its snout possessing a life of its own. The wild cat, its eyes merciless, warned him off the territory of its pack, and the spider, its voice all-knowing, told the wandering Elephant where to find this mythic horse.

Finally, the persistent Elephant found the horse. The horse, a mare, was galloping along, enjoying a run. Its fur was brown, with spotted marks of beige, and it danced to the wind as if it was an extension of her. The despairing Elephant asked her if she knew him and the mare said yes. She called him Chichinak, which meant big and proud, and told him she thought he was dead.

The mare told Chichinak, the shocked and forgetful Elephant, that he had broken a leg, and because of that, had made the journey to die. Because you see, Elephants are more attuned to death than your average creature of nature. When they feel it is coming for them, they journey to their graveyard. And his was just next to a ravine…he had gone there to die but had tripped and fell over. It dawned on Chichinak that his assumption that the fall had broken his leg had been wrong, it had been broken long before.

“But I have now walked so much more,” Chichinak said to himself. “I went to die, and yet, have lived on for so much longer. I gave up on life over this wound and now have experienced what I would have missed. The wound was not the end I thought it was.”

Chichinak thanked the Mare and marched off, not towards the graveyard, where his old self, the injured Elephant had been left to die, but towards other lands, and other adventures…as a new Elephant.


This short story comes directly from Shadow Conclave, my ongoing webnovel, where it made an appearance as part of a character’s background. You can read Shadow Conclave here: https://shadowconclave.wordpress.com/

The Forgetful Elephant

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (8)

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Chapter 8: Inevitable

Life became a blur.

Nino never saw Rivaldo again, they didn’t share a seat during the court case nor did Rivaldo even show up back at the school. Rita, likewise, did not show at their house again.

It would only be months later that Nino would learn Aiko, his mother, was still contact with Rita. And it would only be years later that Nino would see Rivaldo again.

Until that day, life was a blur. Nino had indeed the ability to be a good student. A respectful and obedient son and he had not lacked motivation when it came to his mother. The sight of her after his days in prison, distressed and in a personal upheaval that he had never witnessed, had scarred Nino in a weird way.

In fact, it made him feel even worse than what the policemen accomplished, in that alleyway of destiny, where his and Rivaldo’s life had been allowed to continue, and their pursuers’ had not.

Nino did not want to see Aiko like that ever again, and that motivated him to stay out of trouble which, much as it was hard to admit, was far too easy. Easier than it had ever been.

For different reasons, albeit still sad ones, Rivaldo’s absence was truly impactful in the way everything stabilized and became safe for Nino.

Boring and uninteresting and unimportant.

For Nino had other abilities, abilities that would have otherwise gone undiscovered, had he got his whole life living as in those two years. Nino’s ability to keep a cool head in situations of great stress and danger would have brought no attention upon itself. His strong stomach would have, at best, be a sign that Nino could put his studying proficiency to good use as a doctor of some kind.

Had things always occurred as they had in those follow years, perhaps they wouldn’t have felt so empty. So devoid of meaning and impact.

Grades. Parties. Soccer games, watching and playing. Video games, movies, none of them added anything and none of them impacted anyone.

Nino threw himself at relationships. He was especially interested in getting in the middle of that of others; chatting up the girl until she was enamored with him enough to experience sexual relations, sometimes without telling the boyfriend.

It was the one behavior Nino had that contained any thrill to it and wasn’t a hundred percent abhorred by his parents, who justified it on his age and teenage flair.

However, Nino realized he was just doing it for the danger when he was attacked the first time. The exhilaration quickly exhausted itself in the few seconds it took Nino to drop the attacker, knocking him unconscious.

It wasn’t the same thing. And now unable to lie to himself, knowing he was pursuing relationships for the sake of breaking them, he felt too ashamed to continue.

His mother would be heartbroken.

Nino did not feel a darkness inside him. He had no desire to kill or hurt anyone, but that day, however distant and intangible, had stuck to him impressions that had become a stronghold in his heart.

He had skipped a few steps, Nino knew. There was the playground scuffle, fighting back against a mugger, the soccer match brawl involving a knife somewhere, and then came steps D through L or something, and after all those, came shooting five people dead.

Nino never talked to anyone about it. His father didn’t want to hear it, his mother wouldn’t like to hear it, and Bruno and his other friends didn’t believe what they heard, not that Nino had described any feelings to them.

“The thing that surprised me the most was the look on their faces. I didn’t see the first couple of them, but the others…it’s not like they’re angry. They don’t scowl from beyond the grave, they’re not smiling or even crying, it’s just this…surprise. This shock.”

Nino paused, looking up from the computer.

When all else fails, go to some anonymous forum board online and put it out there.

“Nobody’s expecting it, I think. Even when there’s so much pain, even when you get them right in the head, and they don’t even have time to think, the realization still hits them, and the brain reacts without personality or will, it just reacts. If there’s any tears it’s from the pain of dying, from the fear, because the moment they die, the expressions just flattens…surprised that it actually happened.”

Nino nodded at him, with the same easy smile he carried with him wherever he went. He knew for a fact he had only lost it that day, in the alley, when he had been robbed of any and all agency. It was funny how the lawmen had filled him with more dread and desperation than any mugger or criminal ever had.

“No matter how certain, I don’t think we ever accept we’re really dying. I think we’re always surprised.”

Nino submitted the comment and waited. He was in a thread of posts following someone who had posted “I am a professional assassin, and I have killed over thirty people, ask me anything.”

Obviously, it was probably false. Someone commented to Nino.

“Cool story, bro, any question in there?”

Nino chuckled and wrote, “I guess the question is: is it true? I’ve only killed five, and two by surprise, so I don’t know, that’s too small of a sample size.”

The supposed assassin never replied, and Nino was happy about it. In a weird way, he preferred that it was the case with everyone, and not just with the ones he had personally killed. That would make it worse.

Because that look of sudden, shocking realization on their faces had been all too real and, without question, relatable. That’s how Nino would look if the cops had killed him back in that alley, he was sure of it.

Time went by. He laughed, having fun enjoying a life more blessed than many, but Nino was haunted by that day and everything he had done. And not particularly in a bad way.

It had been nothing like in the movies, but it was still close to them, and his imagination, than his normal life. Going after bad guys for the sake of a friend, making sure they never mug or hurt anyone again.

“The thing is, that’s not exactly true,” Nino found himself writing on yet another day, on another forum. “I mean, I could always go be a vigilante, nothing’s stopping me. But I’m not going to put my life on the line for people I don’t know.”

“That’s screwed up, man,” said someone in reply, “if you care that much, you can like join a kind of town watch, make some citizen’s arrests, at least help out with small crimes.”

Nino laughed, that man was clearly from the northern part of the world.

“Where I live, even someone just stealing a pair of ten dollar sneakers is most likely packing a pistol,” Nino explained, shaking his head with a smile. “At the very least they’ll have a knife, and it’s not just for show, they will kill. So no, it’s not that simple.”

“Damn, that’s screwed up, where do you live? Africa?”

Haha, I wonder where this guy’s from, Nino thought to himself, in jest.

“Sure, why not? Anyways, as I was saying, I’m no hero. I know that much by now. But I also know I can put my life on the line, I even liked it, but I don’t want to now. That means there’s a reason.”

“Obviously, you’re gay for this friend of yours.”

Nino laughed again, not regretting taking part in these anonymous online forums at all. They were violent and super mean, but anonymity was a fantastic feeling.

“That might just be it.”

While Nino was pretty sure he wasn’t gay for Rivaldo, the statement still would hold true.

There was a movie the two watched one, and a particular scene that they idolized. The protagonist shows up at the house of a childhood friend he hadn’t seen in years. He tells him he needs his help immediately, he can’t tell him why or with what, but some people are going to get hurt.

His friend pauses for just a second before asking if they’re going to need a car.

That kind of loyalty and brotherhood was what the two had always looked up to, and always sought to foster. And it was, frankly, beyond morality and any sense of righteousness.

It was a scary thought, really. It’s a damning thing, for the real character of a person to be dragged into the light. But there comes a time in everybody’s life, if they’re lucky when that happens.

That one even where they are faced with a choice that puts everything on the line, the status quo of their everyday life and so much more, stating that things cannot continue both ways. A fork in their lives that forces them to go one way or another.

Nino’s father did his best to not let that day of shootouts and killing be that event for Nino. Did his very best throughout those two years to guarantee that they would indeed be several decades, if not a century, by keeping that choice away from Nino.

But for some, it is as inevitable as the rising of the sun.

Or in our case, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, or the chance meeting of two mothers, that decades later result in Rivaldo reaching out to the only man he can absolutely trust with everything in the world.

“Nino, I need your help. I can’t tell you why, I can’t tell you for what, but it’s dangerous, and people might get hurt.”


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (8)

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (7)

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Chapter 7: The Ultimatum.

Nino had always been level headed and had always expected to be level headed. He handled being robbed without despair, bullied without drama. He handled the pressure of tests and his father’s expectations with the ever-present, ever-pressed awareness that his life was a good one.

Those two cops, however, had convinced him that no. Life was not good. His head was in a panic and his thoughts disheveled. He would do anything to survive the situation, with Rivaldo.

Yet, even swamped by fear, his mind still came through. These cops hated street thugs. They hated them.

“They attacked us, okay??” Nino said. He wasn’t really angry or vindictive, but he felt he needed to be, that’s what they would understand. To that effect, he tried to redirect his anguish and re-purpose his desperation. “They killed his brother! Or came damn near close, he’s in the hospital, they were just going to go at him again. And they’d come at us, too, what were we supposed to do? Who do we go to?!”

On that last part, Nino hatefully tried to stand up towards the nearest of them, who promptly kicked him back down. Nino took the hit and exaggerated a bit on how much it hurt.

Lying on the floor, he whimpered, beaten and crying. Nino whimpered, attempting to do it as ravenously as possible.

“We tried to do something on our own…” he confided amidst tears. “What else are we supposed to do…? I don’t know, neither of us knew. We just–…please don’t kill us.”

Nino glanced, peeking at the cop to see what his reaction was. As much as he was still irreverently lacking compassion, he seemed to believe Nino.

Nino didn’t need their compassion. The cops didn’t need to like or approve of them, or to want to help them, or to be sad or anything.

He just needed the officers not to kill them.

They looked at the other guy.

“So? Any o’ dat ring a bell?”

Either because it really was confusing, or because he knew it was true. Or maybe it was due to him knowing that any of the people who had died could have done that and he just wasn’t sure about it. For whatever reason, he hesitated on the reply.

That doomed him.

“I don’t know, man!” The guy tried. “It’s the favela, a lotta people get hurt!”

“Yeah, but only a few of them do the hurting, scumbag. Whatever,” Nino heard a scuffle on the floor.

“Get outta here, you animal,” the officer demanded.

Nino heard running, scared they had decided to believe him. Then, a gunshot sounded out, either after or before the guy’s dying yelp.

Nino didn’t flinch with the sound of the gunshot, which might have been a problem, but the officers didn’t notice.

“And these two?”

The leader snarled in annoyance.

“I guess we take them in. Maybe they got the right people and they’re safe. Maybe their parents are decent.”

“We don’t have any proof that they killed anyone,” the man nearest Nino noted, a bit too calmly.

“We have this one’s confession,” the leader said.

“You know the judge never likes those confessions, though. Guy might not do propely officially, once he’s safe.”

The leader walked next to the officer standing next to Nino. He could hear his footsteps.

“What’s your point? We should just kill them? C’mon. If we’re sure they’re scumbags, sure, who’s to say who died in a firefight? But c’mon, you know as well as I do maybe these’re just some kids retaliating. It sucks but it’s how things are. If they got us fooled, ey, there’s always another day.”

“Your call, boss. There’ll always be another day, for sure,” he said, kicking Nino back down as he, in his attentiveness, had crouched up to a partly firm kneeling position.

“Damn right,” the leader said.

Nino continued crying. He was afraid of showing relief, lest that be somehow interpreted as a sign he had successfully fooled them. Besides, he was about to be arrested and that meant that what he’d done was going to be public.

His parents would find out.

Nino was torn about the despair he felt over his father knowing and the sadness over his mother knowing. Despite everything he’d gone through, now, he just wanted to die and be gone from the world. He didn’t want to face his parents.

But the cops didn’t care. He was thrown into a police van along with Rivaldo and driven to a precinct to be processed.

Nino gave out his name, his parents were contacted.

Despite the dread, regret didn’t cross Nino’s mind. Everything was terrible, horrifying, but what else could they have done? Nino’s only option, to not have been there, would have been to abandon Rivaldo to his fate.

He would be dead, and that, Nino would regret.

Yeah…no matter what happens, I’m sure that would’ve been worse, Nino thought to himself – told himself – trying to be convincing. He mostly succeeded.

By the time his father arrived, by his own, Nino had run out of tears, and energy. He had played the encounter over in his head a thousand times and he had seen no way out of it. In that situation, the best thing was just to stay quiet and take what was coming to him.

He was alive. Rivaldo was alive. His father, despite being stern and hard, was not some gun-toting maniac after his life. So Nino was truly without fear when the man finally arrived.

Nino kept his eyes down, in defeat. He was sure his father’d want to see that. His father liked seeing Nino aware he had done wrong, and ashamed of it, it was much better to not being convinced he had screwed up.

“It will be easy getting you out of here,” his father finally said, after a tense pause. “You’re a minor. And you were being chased by people trying to kill you. Whatever happened was in self-defense.”

Nino nodded, in agreement but also in the understanding that that would be his story. He waited for longer seconds, finding it actually odd. His father was no enemy of awkward silences, but he always put their weight on Nino. He’d ask the question and wait, however long, for a response.

This time, it was on him. It was a weird feeling.

“…tell me, Nino. Is it really my son that I’m getting out of prison?”

Nino raised an eyebrow and looked up at his father. Out of a thousand speculations, he had not expected that to be asked.

“Or is it really Rivaldo’s friend that’s just using me?”

Nino flinched. Those were harsher words that had ever been used on him.

“Is it really Aiko’s son who I’m getting out of prison? Or is it just another piece of filth that’s using her to get back on the streets? And cause people more pain?”

Nino glanced down in defeat. I guess I deserve that but… Nino hiccupped, the question being too much for him.

“I’m your son,” Nino said, dejectedly. “Aiko’s my mom.”

Nino flinched back heavily startled. Everyone in the cell did, and most of them were hardcore criminals, but nobody saw his father’s outburst coming. He spammed and rammed his hand against it. His voice went uncontrolled, a tone Nino had never heard before, even if it wasn’t loud. Or especially because it wasn’t loud.

“You. Are not convincing!”

“Dad…” Nino said, pleadingly.

“You prove it, damn you. You’ll have to prove it…”

His father turned and walked away before Nino could say anything, which wasn’t hard, Nino was stunned enough that his mind went blank.

One of the thugs sharing his cell whistled.

“Damn, man, your father’s intense,” another one said.

“You call that intense?” Yet another said, “my dad’s waiting for me back in prison, he’s probably gonna kill me for going back in.”

“Hey, at least you got someone,” the whistler said with a longing sigh. “All I got coming for me is whatever reject the state’s picked to be my lawyer.”

Nino had not gotten the why question. On top of that, the intensity had indeed been unexpected. Or maybe not the intensity but…the words themselves.

I guess it’s stupid of me to think dad’s just gonna act the same over this, Nino thought to himself. I didn’t just skip school, I didn’t get into a normal fight. I got into a firefight and five people died. More after the cops got involved.

Nino shook his head and sighed, massaging his hair.

Hope Rivaldo’s doing well.

Nino was forced to spend a few days in prison. The worst of it wasn’t the living conditions, not at all, but not being visited by his parents. He hadn’t seen his mother yet, and that worried him. Did she hate him that much all of a sudden?

He wasn’t sure he could handle that. The day did come, on the third one, when he did get a visit. It was very unexpected.

He had expected to find Aiko, since they called his visitation a she, but Rita showed up instead. She looked even more tired than usual, if that was even possible. Distraught and broken, she breathed in-between talking. Nino had the impression it was to keep herself from breaking down and crying.

“Thank you, Nino. You’re…a good friend.”

Nino gave her a sad smile. Even if it was sad, it was still a smile, he hadn’t had one on his face in days, it felt reminiscent and good to smile again. He was thankful for that.

“Nurio’s dead,” Rita said quickly, as quickly as she could. “He…couldn’t survive the wounds.”

Nino lost the smile immediately. “I’m so sorry,” he said, looking away. “Is Rivaldo…how is Rivaldo?”

“He’s doing okay,” Rita sniffed, “or as much as he can, with the news…but you both will get out of prison. Same excuse-uh-reason. Your…father is helping.”

“Helping Rivaldo?” Nino asked, “that’s…wow, I never thought–”

“Nino, I’ll just say it,” Rita interrupted, in a way that almost had her bursting. “I…listen, you’re good friends. Everyone knows that. But Rivaldo…he’ll doom your life, Nino.”

Nino opened his eyes in shock.

“I’m begging you, because nothing I say gets through to him, I told him so many times not to get you mixed up in his– but you. Maybe you’ll listen.”

“Auntie–”

“Don’t call me that!” Rita near screamed, immediately embarrassed by it. She glanced around, and breathed hard again, trying to maintain control. “You need to look after yourself and your family. Trust me, boy, you won’t be able to do that and look after Rivaldo. Just…forget about him. Forget about him for good.”

Nino had no words. He expected this out of his father, maybe out of a despairing Aiko, even if it would have been uncharacteristic of her, but out of Rita?

“Forget about me, too!” she added, flustered. Then she stood up and left before Nino could say anything.

Nino stared blankly, eyes glossed over before the shock of the moment.

But you said I was a good friend…

Something inside of him was shattered. Wasn’t he a hero? Hadn’t he saved Rivaldo? Yet, his own mother was against what he did? Against them?

Nino had avoided regrets for three days, but right then, he found doubt that they did exist, he had just held them back.

Did I really…not do the right thing?

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