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"Sister Akari when is the food gonna be ready", said Ichika, the last one who would ever say those words.
"Wash the dishes will you, I can't stay a kid anymore with the way you guys started treating me like mom around here", said Akari after having turned 18 as of late.
"Just imagine how much work we would have finished if some more people pitched in", said Ichika looking at a bored Sakura.
"HEEEY HEY twins, I think Ichika needs some helping hands", said Sakura, still bored and moping around.
"You know that includes you too, but noo", said Ichika having some of her usual outbursts, you never know if she actually started opening up or if she was like this before too.
Theres a preference even in family, not everyones a neutral bystander, and at the end of the day some people just don't care enough. That's the relaxing part, you can just cease to exist to an extent, and you have no eyes on you. True freedom.
A bit later, when the dishes were done and everyone was well fed, but not ready for yard work yet. But boredom strikes again, and just like before the family is divided in two, the young and the older, and as Sakura the oldest one waits in boredom because nobody really feels like they understand him, he talks to the twins, while Akari is accompanied by Ichika, as they speak like best friends.
It was cute, they had a twin in each other. Sakura had a brother in both twins, and the parents were distant enough to be symbols, but close enough to be people. It seemed as though there was never a missing puzzle piece.
Sooner or later, time would fly by, their sisters wedding, and a new school year. What if the vaccine was doubled, tripled, and everybody lived happily ever after. How would we be robbed of such a future and is that bad. Bad is good, if bad teaches how to do something they lacked, but if the bad is bad enough that you never end up learning due to somebody elses idiocy is that something all can grow from, or just an illusion of survival.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd!". Fin.