Part 56: Drops of Rain

BGM: Rain

06/15 (FRI), Noon

I mutter to myself. I never accepted my gran's offer in the end. Not because I figure I'll be fine on my own. I just lack the motivation and energy to pack and travel the distance required. I probably would've gone if someone packed for me and she came to pick me up.
I might just be a shell of a human at this point.
*bing bong*
And then the front buzzer rings. I ignore it.
*bing bong*
It rings again. I ignore it again.
*bing bong*

But it doesn't stop ringing... It annoys me to the point where I actually go and answer it.


The sheer volume of the voice from beyond the speaker causes my body to jolt backward. That, in turn, causes me to miss the ideal opportunity to cut them short. The person on the other end takes that as their chance.

I'm not sure why Mao's here, but I'm not in the mood to see her. But at the same time, I just don't have it in me to ignore her. I guess a part of me figures she's here to cheer me up.
...
BGM: Lion House Cafe


Mao gives her honest opinion on my current state. I know she's right, too. My hair's a mess and I'm wearing pajamas. I've at least been taking baths and brushing my teeth, so I shouldn't look like complete filth.







I tie my hair up before heading into the kitchen. Mao's thoughts and feelings about coming here are clear just by the look on her face. I may not have the energy or motivation, but that's irrelevant when I'm in the kitchen. You're a pro the moment you enter the kitchen. My gran's words have stuck with me, even now. Now that I think about it, I haven't made any coffee for a few days. It's not that long, really, but I don't think I've ever gone this amount of time without brewing anything. I doubt I've gotten any worse. No matter what condition I'm in, my body remembers what to do.



Mao may seem to be acting normally, but I can tell she's only about as half as lively as she usually is.

One tiny sip is all it takes for her to grimace from the taste. She wastes no time in dumping four more sugars and extra milk into the cup after that. Not a moment of hesitation at all... Well, that's fine by me. I'm not particularly fussy about how people prefer their coffee. Lion House is meant to be a second home to its customers. Why do something here that you don't like doing at home?
BGM: Rain

Both of us quietly count raindrops as we drink our coffee. Time passes by slowly, as though in contrast to the tempo of the rain. The droplets clinging to tree leaves accentuate their beautiful green color.


Her voice is almost hushed enough to be drowned out by the rain. She is right, though. I've spent every day in tears. And there seems to be no end to them.



I want to ask how Mao knows. After all, the only other person I talked to about Yu was Miharu. Regardless, I offer a simple explanation of the facts. Mao shouldn't know anything about Divine Selection, let alone the fact that Naomi got caught up in it.




This is what I've been telling myself over and over again. Doing so has become part of my daily routine.
BGM: The Memory Remains






Those memories aren't just mine. Like Mao said, those are memories we all treasure.

We're still alive. We still have our futures ahead of us. I still have the potential to achieve something, despite all that's happened. No one knows what the future holds in store for us.



Neither of us can. We both cry our hearts out. Mao's crying face is all I see for a good while. Just because we're together doesn't make me any less sad. We can't share our pain. What happened pains each of us equally. Still... At the very least, we can weep over what we lost together.
...
BGM: Rinka's Room

06/15 (FRI), Night
Night has fallen by the time we settle back down. Surprisingly enough, it's also stopped raining. That's pretty rare this time of season.





I head back to my room after seeing Mao off.
BGM: Silence

Wanting to test something, I flip open my card book.

Light spews forth from it, which eventually takes the form of a new card. The contents are simple:
My regret.
BGM: Rinka

It is none other than my regular life.
It may seem trite, but it represents what the future holds for me. I always figured I had no regret to speak of. But even then, I wanted to live. It takes me a while, but I finally figure out the answer that lays behind the contradiction. The lack of an answer in regards to my regret is, in itself, the answer I have been seeking.
I just want to spend more time with everyone. I want to be someone who is cherished by everyone, like my gran. I want to fall in love, just like the characters in the shoujo manga I read. I want to watch a movie that really tugs at my heartstrings. I want to get better at making coffee. I want to make food worth serving here. I want to go to college. I want to grow old enough to drink. So many desires. ...So many wishes. ...So many possibilities. There's still so much I want to do. Things I haven't even realized yet.

My regret is tied to the idea of what awaits me in life. Who I'll become, what I'll achieve, all of that. Thinking and worrying about that while marching forward is, to me, an integral part of my daily life. And that's not something I'll abandon so easily. I press the new card against my chest as I think that.

I can't even stifle my laughter. It's the first time in a while I've been able to laugh. My actions from here on out are tied to my future. I'm the only one with the ability to achieve the limitless potential that awaits me. Who else could do that besides me? There's just one thing, though. One thing I have to achieve immediately.

I throw my fist up toward the ceiling. Mao said it's fine for me to grieve, but I don't have that luxury. Nor do I have the luxury to sit around and blame myself. I'm currently balancing on the boundary of fate itself. Now is the time to face forward and act. I need to eliminate Yu. Not because of what he said. This is entirely of my own will.

I'll take my life back with my own hands.

Is my life worth casting aside the lives of others for? I still don't know that answer. But I know that I'm the one who will shape my own future.
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BGM: Rinka's Room

Electing Yu is a must. His elimination should undo Naomi's death. His entire attack on the school should be undone, at that. As much as I don't want to remember the scene, his decision to kill me with his own hands may have been for the sake of leaving that possibility open to me. Had the explosion or fire been her cause of death, things may have been tweaked so that she ended up dying in an accident or something similar. He's made thorough preparations for me to kill him.
The only issue is that I only have his name and cause of death, since his regret card disappeared. I can't just eliminate him and leave it at that, either. What secrets are hidden within the memories he regained? Why is he so desperate for me to elect him? Only after I learn more about him do I plan to eliminate him. Not so I can sympathize with him like I have until now. He's the person responsible for taking Naomi's life. That fact won't change, no matter what.
*bing bong!*
BGM: Silence
Just then, the buzzer goes off again. We don't get customers around this time, so Mao must've left something here. Little do I know what is in store for me when I push the button for the speaker.

If only it would've been Mao. Instead, it's Numeral XI.
[END OF WEEK SEVEN (PART A): SORROWFUL RAIN]
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Cardbook has updated.


I Name Shishimai Rinka
I Cause of Death Death by Asphyxiation
I Regret Daily Routine
II Name Hebinata Miharu
III Name Federico Carminati
IV Name Yu
IV Cause of Death Fire
V Name Ushizuka Shigetsugu
V Cause of Death Death from Starvation
V Regret Back when I was Close with Family
VIII Name Kamebuchi Keiko
VIII Cause of Death Brain Hemorrhage
VIII Regret Child's Name
IX Regret Gold Medal
X Name Sofiya Priessnitz Alexeievna
X Regret Seeing the World
XII Name Alan Scorpion

I Name Shishimai Rinka
I Cause of Death Death by Asphyxiation
I Regret Daily Routine
II Name Hebinata Miharu
III Name Federico Carminati
IV Name Yu
IV Cause of Death Fire
IX Name Scale Jones
X Name Sofiya Priessnitz Alexeievna
X Cause of Death Death from Sickness
X Regret Seeing the World
XI Name Odette Malencon
XII Name Alan Scorpion