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She was waiting on her brother, here. Her parents wouldn't let her brother leave the house by himself, so she accompanied him on his date. His parents didn't know he was dating, he thought they'd be studying. My true thoughts blurted out of my mouth the second she finished explaining. "That sounds incredibly awkward." Taken aback, her small mouth hung open for a bit before sheepishly smiling. Well, fudge. I already blew it so no point in stopping. "Aren't you the third wheel?" I usually try not to show much interest in the affairs of strangers, a sigh escaped me at my strange behavior. I wanted to leave but I ended up sitting in the cafeteria with Katsumi and chatting as we read our purchased manga. After all if I came up with an excuse to leave someone as socially awkward as her would blame herself, at least I would. Was I projecting too much? "It's not so bad..." "Is he even still in this building?" I ask. The light reflected on her lens as she looked up and pulled out her
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Personal Space
That's- I frowned recalling Katsumi's words. "What are you doing? You weirdo." I pushed him out of frame and posed once more to take my shot. "Amara... so cold..." His wobbly and emotional voice made me look his way. He had fallen on the floor, his cheeks flushed. He had tipped over so easily... what the hell?! I felt bad seeing him like that. His face seemed rounder and redder than usual. He really looked like a plush Kagami now. "Are you drunk?" He blinked at me and placed a hand on his knee to stand. I walked over to help. "To think the phrase I could knock you over with just a finger would be true." I held out my hand to help him, and he took it and pressed it against his cheek. My mind went blank, I couldn't help squinting at him. It was dark so I had to double-check if he was a stranger or not. "What...are you doing?" He kissed the back of my hand and I yanked it back. I was going to yell but seeing the glazed look in his eyes, huffed instead. Approaching him from
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Will His Feelings Reach?
Forever. I remember watching those girl friendship cartoons on television. Bratx Vinx Meow Meow Power I remember longing for friends I could huddle around with one day. Wear matching colors or different colors of the same outfit. But... "She's cute y'know but she's sorta weird." I once overheard the guys in my class talking. "She's nice but like, she never says anything." "When I talk to her I feel as if I'm talking to a wall." The girls would say. For the first time, when I met an acquaintance girl who was crying, I remember just staring. If it were me, I wouldn't want people to stare at me. I wouldn't even cry in public. That's embarrassing. If I ask if she's okay would I annoy her? That'd make me annoyed. I would just want to be left alone. "..." In the end, I said nothing. When her friend entered the room, she rushed over and asked her what was wrong and why she was crying. Ah, so that's the natural response... The things that are invasive to me aren't to others.
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts The New Challenger
I was surprised at how quickly promoters had reached out to us. According to Hanabusa we had already been booked for seven different venues, I should have expected this, this company is ran by Hiroto Kanzaki, his connections run deep. Still, I wasn't prepared. These past couple of days we've done nothing but practice and underground performances. I'd been wondering how to bring it up to Mom and Amara. Surprisingly both were unfazed and happy for me, it was kinda disappointing, I expected dramatic reactions. Mom was the most shocking. As soon as she heard the news, Mom started packing my bags and her own. She'd be visiting Dad in his apartment over the summer. I felt bad. Like I had been keeping her from meeting him. Should I have moved out for real so she could return to living with him? Why didn't she make the suggestion herself? Why does she have to make me feel like I need to abandon her for her to visit? That morning, I hooked arms with Amara on my walk to school for consola
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts A Brief Interview with Kagami Fukuda by Katsumi Arima
"Is that so? What are those reasons?" Fukuda-san sat back in his seat and folded his arms. He had lost his stand-offish aura before but a flicker of mischief was there as he sized me up. I don't think I did anything wrong just now... did I? I slightly felt nervous. He pointed at his ears. "Her earrings." "Huh?" "Before I knew it, looking across the room to see what earrings she wore today became something like checking the weather." I blinked. "A-ah..." So he was the same as me. From the moment she transferred in my attention always went to her ears. Her earrings weren't huge or anything, sometimes they repeated and sometimes they were so random... Amamiya-san seemed to like unusual earrings. Most girls liked beautiful earrings but she went for earrings modeled after objects. Before I knew it it became an unconscious habit to look at her earrings, and before I knew it the more I wanted to talk to her and ask about it. Watching her awakened something inside me. When I got r
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Project Orfice
It was called Project Orfice. A group of bands from different agencies would be touring alongside each other. When we weren't touring we'd be living in the same building together, seems the higher-ups intended us to learn from one another and interact. And that would be fine and all... if those groups weren't delinquents. There were already four people there when we boarded it. The awkward atmosphere as we greeted them only to be met with silence and eyes that sized us up was suffocating. I flipped through the company profile sections the moment I sat down, to familiarize myself with the groups, most of these bands we're to travel with have been... well blacklisted. By blacklisted I mean they all have bad reputations. Similar to our group, these groups had one or more than one member that has either been sued, thrown into juvie, or a child that's been in and out of the foster care system. It reminded me of blacklist... he paired up his daughter with a group of problematic but ta
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Roommate
He reminded me of my best friend Izanagi with his fiery blonde hair... a more aggressive version. The moment I returned to my room, he just stared at me as I dipped my head in greeting. I... had rearranged the rooms after I heard that I would be sharing. Taking the top bunk and making a desk space underneath it for my laptop, a smaller more private studio. The kid was on his side of the room but the intense stare made me on edge the moment I entered. "Ehm..." My mind was blank but I tried to fish out the memory I was looking for. "Hayate Tanjiro-san right? I'm Fukuda Kagami." He nodded. "I hope you don't mind me rearranging the room." He was looking elsewhere and resumed unpacking his things. "S'fine." I wanted to lay down some ground rules but didn't want to pressure him too much. Let's not get my ass kicked on the first meeting... "Ahem." I coughed upon going to my side. "I hope our time rooming together will be a peaceful one, in efforts as not to get on each other's nerv
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Mange
Their band name was Mange. A rather disgusting name for a band, but their music had a similar feel. The sound was electrifying, the sensation was akin to repulsion but oddly in an awe-striking way. I was walking by one of the practice rooms when I witnessed their performance one day. Tanjiro on guitar, a pair of dirty blonde-haired twins one with beauty marks on opposite sides looking symmetrical with an unexpectedly focused Shirai going away at drums. Its heavy-hitting sound was different once heard live, I felt goosebumps on my skin, I could feel the sound reverberating throughout my body, I felt dirty like I might drown in a pit of mud. This...was their sound? Tanjiro and the weird Shirai... as well as everyone else in their band... how extremely talented. Before I knew it my feet were rooted to the spot and I felt a fear creeping up in my throat. Why can't I perform this well? I play it correctly, I support the band but I feel as if I'm barely there... like something's not
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