Chapter 129

SUMMERTIME RECORD SIDE -NO. 10- …He handed it to me. After I told him not to. It’s not like we had anything else to talk about, at this point. I had no interest in hearing his voice. This sucks. It sucks so much, I don’t even know where to start griping at him about it, but, like…it just suuuuuuuuuucks. And what’s with all these people? As old as they are, calling themselves the “Mekakushi-dan”? Are their heads on all right? They asked me to join them, I said no, and they kept on bugging me, over and over… Especially that really annoying one with the blue hair. What is with that dude? Ugggh, it pisses me off so much. At least this world isn’t all bad. As pissed off as I am, it’s not tiring me out at all. Though, you know, it was even worse when he was over here. Every single day, I had to see him die in assorted ways—dozens, hundreds, thousands of times. Ahhh, I hate even having to think about it. And plus—I mean, look at him. I go through the trouble of helping him out, and then he’s all like “I gotta save them” over on the other side. How stupid can you get? I am sooo pissed off about all this. I’ve thought up, like, a thousand ways my life could’ve gone, but no way did I expect it to end like this. I wish I could’ve at least gone into a nice school in the city, where there were a hundred cute guys I could have fun with, before I got married to the prince of a country somewhere and just goofed around for the rest of my life. I’m pretty surprised that didn’t come true, either. I tell you, that other world’s gonna seriously regret losing a sweet young girl like me. Still, not like I could do much now. I was dead. You can’t whip up something out of nothing—and I can’t really want something that doesn’t exist. Though, you know, I guess life was pretty fun. My future didn’t really matter to me, but at least I didn’t have to experience anything too weird. It wasn’t bad. “…So how much longer are you gonna sit there, picking your nose? I’m trying to talk to you.” The voice on the other end of the line sounded angry. This whole time, he had been all like “I’m sorry” and “I couldn’t save you” and “I feel so worthless” and ugggghhhh. I couldn’t take any more of it. …Still, I guess I’ll let it slide today. He’s this ugly, shrimpy, pathetic, worthless piece of crap, but at least I’m glad he’s putting in an actual effort. …Ugghhh, how long is he gonna keep on griping at me?! I should just hang up already. I never should’ve taken the phone. …Oh right. I haven’t told him one thing yet. This call wasn’t really meant for me, but oh well—might as well mention this, too. Not like I’ll be talking with him again, probably. Let’s hang up once I say it. I so want to. “…I love you, all right? So swear you’ll come here to save me next time.”