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"..Heh~ At least curse me a little, at the end"
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"Was that.. my voice?" The physically imposing man in a traditional monk robes asked.
A simple question, left unanswered.
Whether because the answer is better left unanswered or too obvious to answer is unknown.
An airport terminal is where he now sit, it's appearance ordinary yet almost dreamy, like looking through a fogged lenses or walking in a misty forest.
Somehow invoking a feeling of poignant and a sense of loss, like something that you once hold dear are now forgotten, never to be see, hear, smell, taste, or touch ever again.
"Why is this airport so empty?" The man- no, now turned the boy in blue school uniform asked again.
Kenopsia arises as the emptiness of the airport seeps in, making the already large structure more than it already is.
Before suddenly a wrinkled hand perched itself on the boy's shoulder.
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"Attention please~ South Airline flight 0203 and North Airline flight 0429 is now arriving"
The soft chime and the gentle voice of the announcer coming from the speaker grounded his head back to awareness from the surprise at the hand of the old man that suddenly found its place on his shoulder.
"Are you alright boy?" The old man asked.
He sat there still as a painting as both his and the old man's eyes met.
A whirlwind of emotions swirl around inside him, he feel close, distant, relief, worried, happy, afraid, and all other nonsensical emotions that flooded my heart just from looking at him.
Familiar yet unknown, like a family member that I never met but always told about.
"S-Sorry sir, I was just.. surprised"
"That's fine, I just thought you looked a little confused over there.
Oh, do you mind if I sit here?"
In an empty airport terminal with literally only two people existing within a whatevermeter radius, the obviously suspicious old man has, with full conscious and suspected malicious intent, sat down on the seat right next to the freakishly tall boy in school uniform.
Out of all places, you really couldn't make your intention more obvious old man.
"No, not at all, go ahead"
He really should've chased a career as an actor with how natural he masked his feeling.
And it didn't need a genius to understand that the cryptic old probably wants to talk to him.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" The old man suddenly offered.
Somehow unnoticeably, in his hand there was already a thermos just opened, the smell of freshly brewed tea traveling through the steam escaping the container filling the air around them.
"If you prefer not to, it's fine.
It's just one of my hobbies, having cups of tea with strangers and just having a chat with them, strange I know but, for an old man like me, just hearing someone else's story is always a fascinating thing to me"
Maybe it's the silence that's starting to get him, he actually felt like accepting.
Don't just take things from strangers kids, it's bad for you, and the other person.
Or maybe just having tea with the old man is still better than anything else that the boy has done since he ended up in this place, which is nothing.
Better than more silence I guess, maybe he knew more about this place, or maybe this really is...
"Oh.. Thank you, I'll have one If you'll-"
"What's your name boy? Sorry I should've ask you that before" The old man suddenly interrupted.
"..." The man in the monk robes stay silent as he tries to remember.
Disgust, frustration, regret, feelings.. feelings he didn't want to remember.
He didn't have it, he didn't remember it, he didn't know it, maybe he didn't want to know it, every time he tried to remember it only made the feeling stronger.
Yet a relieved smile forms on the old man's face.
"I'm sorry, you must've been through a lot.
But it's alright, we all want to forget too sometimes.
How would you like your tea? Sugar? Milk?"
".. just sugar no milk, please"
And the two man sat in momentary silence, with no words being exchanged between them as they both take sips from their cup.
One would ask, who the hell would just accept tea from a random old man in an airport?
And I would say that you wouldn't survive midterm sociology assignment, it is no work for a coward, if you want a decent grade.
But by the looks of it, the man in robes was ready to drop his kindhearted persona the moment he confirmed the tea in untempered.
"Who are you really old man?" The previously faked warmth are now gone, replaced with the cold stare of the man in robes.
A sudden cold air came and envelope the both of them as tension began showing on the man's face.
But despite all that, the old man expression are calm still, peacefully taking another sip from his cup.
"Oh! I'm sorry, this old man's memory are not as sharp as it used too hehe~
You can call me.. Eru, yeah"
But even after the introduction the tension never left from the man's face, still glaring at the old man now in irritation instead of the previous distrust.
".. you already know who I am didn't you? Why I'm here?"
"Of course, but that doesn't make introduction any less polite wouldn't it?"
"Why can't I remember it?"
"What is it that you want to remember?" The old man asked.
"My family" The man in the robes replied.
"My friends" The boy in blue uniform replied.
"... Do you want to?" The old man asks again.
".. I-"
Before he could reply, parts of his wish had already come through, glimpses and short scenes of happiness, of school life, of friendship, of childhood, and of parenthood.
Tears threaten to pour but the mind won't budge, not then, not now, not ever.
"Are you truly sure, young man? You might not like every thing you see"
The scenes changes, of pain, of outcast, of loss, of grief, of frustration, of horrid realisation, of betrayal, of disgust, of the end.
"... Yes."
After that, silence, only the sound of a cup being poured can be heard coming from the boy's now refilled cup of tea.
"Here" the old man offered him his cup again.
"You'll need it"
And so, Suguru Geto remembered his death.
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"So this is the end, huh" Buddhist monk Suguru groan out.
"I suppose so" Old man Eru quipped back.
Both of them now no longer just sitting on a waiting chair but walking around the empty airport, exploring it's vast structure while killing time and bleed off some reminiscent tension.
"Sorry of the outburst earlier Eru-san, I was-"
"Oh enough of you apologising ol'boy you're deceased now, no point in apologising for anything anymore-"
"Doesn't make it any less polite wouldn't it?" High school Suguru quickly poked back with the same words Eru said to him.
Old man Eru smirks as if anticipating that exact response.
"Heh-! Cheeky brat"
They passed the window of the airport looking at the two planes waiting outside already connected to a jet bridge on their left gate.
"Ne, Eru-san sorry about the way I ask it before but, who are you really? You're not human, and you're not evil, are you perhaps.. a god?"
He silently hope for any reaction, but cryptic old man Eru's face did not offer any hints.
"Hmm.. I guess you can say that, but you're not at the mark yet.
It's okay though, it's not that interesting anyway"
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"Attention please~ Flight number SA 0203 to ... are ready for boarding, dear passengers please proceed towards gate number 01
and
Flight number NA 0429 to ■■■ are ready for boarding, dear passengers for this flight please proceed towards gate number 02"
"Hah~ I thought so.." The boy sighed helplessly.
He will need to leave soon.
"Have you thought about which flight to choose Suguru?"
He has.
He has thought about it again and again, since the revelation about the truth of this place come to him, he has been thinking about it.
Yet even that amount of thinking still hasn't came with clarity for his next decision, no, his final ever decision as "him" to be correct.
He thought about his parents, the ones that raised him with love and teach him of it.
He thought of his classmates, his friends, the ones that stick by his side through almost everything.
Almost.
He thought of his daughters in all but blood, the ones that changed his life, that he swore to love and protect and raise as his own.
The ones that he left behind.
And then he thought of himself, about his last words in that blighted world.
It's just that in this world..
..I couldn't truly be happy from the bottom of my heart
It was then did he finally understand, why he wouldn't, couldn't, go back.
Because no matter the difference he make, no matter how strong he became, no matter how many people he saves, he will still pick the same ending for him as the end.
Because Suguru Geto, has always been a stubborn person.
And as long as sorcerer and non-sorcerer are killing eachother, curse spirit are still born, and the higher-up still sat upon their high throne, he will fight for his believes until he can't anymore.
And he'd done that already.
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"This is the final call for NA flight 0429 for ■■■, passengers for this flight should be on board through gate number 02"
"...I understand, I'll walk you there"
"Thank you, Eru"
And so Suguru board the flight North, his heart steady with resolve but his steps shaky with weight of memories, and his other hand still gripping the ticket South in its grip, Eru guiding him by his free hand each step of the way to his seat.
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Crying.
The wailing cries of a newly brought life filled the delivery room with a wave of emotion.
"The boy is healthy Mr. Wataru, Mrs. Wataru's condition has also stabilise.
Congratulation on becoming a father, Mr. Wataru!"
But Mr. Wataru was only half listening to anything that the doctor is saying, his eyes are captivated by his wife and the child now laying on her chest.
"Suguru.. oh, Suguru you made me so worried.."
The wife cried in whispers but her tears flow freely before being rub with a towel by nurse beside her.
"Thank you~.. thank you~"
And on the 29th of April, Suguru Wataru was born from the couple of Ōshiro Wataru and Chī Wataru.
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The second chapter is here, and I'm probably gonna start the story at like elementary school school or sumth, kindergarten is kinda ahh
Plus it'll be more interesting, cause he ain't gonna recover all of his memories immediately