I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where's the Way Home?

It's dark.

It's dark, I don't feel anything. I don't feel like I'm closing my eyes, and I guess it's not like I'm looking at the back of my eyelid. Maybe I'm dead. I didn't want to die, but I figured it was natural for that injury to kill me in that state.

I broke my promise. Amusement park, I wanted to go. Now that I think about it, you're on a date, and you're on a date with a beautiful girl, it's always useless in a good place in my life.

- I made you cry...

One thing I remember is Shishi's crying face. I still remember the feeling of warm tears passing through my cheeks.

"Mr. Tight... oh my God... don't leave me...!

I heard a voice, it's a sign's voice. But it's still dark, and I can't move one finger because I don't feel the flesh.

If I open my eyelid, I may see Shiori's face, but I don't have the feeling of an open eyelid.

If I reach out, maybe I can touch Shiori, but I don't have a hand to reach out to.

Maybe if I open my mouth, I can say my usual light mouth to Shiori, but I don't have a mouth to utter.

I regret it, I regret it, I can't believe I can't smile at every girl... how helpless.

"Kichi......! Ki - Mmm...!

Shiori's voice drifts away. Yeah, this looks like it's gonna die for real. The feeling of sinking into a deep, cold sea, the feeling of slowly diminishing consciousness. You mean this is going to die... it's my first experience, I can't even seem to tap a light mouth.

Well, my life wasn't good at all... let's just say it was good because I was able to protect my friends at the end. Well, that doesn't make sense to make my friends cry. Self-satisfied, self-sacrificing, not looking to others.

That's about right, I guess.

My consciousness melted completely into the bottom of the deep darkness there and disappeared.

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Orange knife sounds (nagging) were not born a favorite person.

I have never been gently embraced by my mother since the day I was born. That's because he wasn't born a wanted child.

The mother was a 17-year-old high school girl at the time she gave birth to orange noise, and her opponent is unknown. Then why did the mother conceive him? The reason for this is that we used to socialize aid on a daily basis. He seduced a middle-aged man with clothes that were exposed to money cravings and sold his body for the consideration of tens of thousands of yen 'pennies'.

Of course, I didn't even want children, so I used proper contraception, but they forced me to get pregnant as a result. I don't know who he was then because he was raped blindfolded and made captive.

She tried to abort her pregnancy. Because he thought it would be troublesome to raise a child or something, and he originally thought he didn't need the child himself. But that was not allowed by her parents. I told him there was no sin in him, and he didn't allow me to put him down. Orange noise was saved by his mother's parents and was able to be born safely.

And his mother, who gave birth to orange noise, abandoned parenting even though she was a child born to herself. It was her parents - the orange-sounding grandparents - who raised him.

But orange noise was raised with affection until he entered kindergarten.

The orange noise suddenly changed the atmosphere after entering kindergarten. He was a good laughing boy, but he stopped laughing at everything. My grandparents felt strange and asked what was wrong, but the orange noise just laughed powerlessly and said nothing.

He was being abused. He hated me for some reason from the other kindergartners and was distant from the teachers for some reason. Always alone, left out of company, exposed to violence by toddlers who don't know how to help, and no teacher to protect them from them. By the day his body had more moles, and his mouth and smile had gone down.

I had those days, when he became an elderly group - my grandparents died.

Cause of death was accidental death, a grandparent who went to work while orange noise was going to kindergarten fell to the train home and was struck by the train that came. It was instant death.

Orange noise was taken away by the mother who pushed herself against her grandparents. She was 22 years old at that point, the aid society had stopped staining herself with boulders, and she was a freelancer who was working part-time to live for now.

Orange noise was able to attend elementary school because my grandparents died and the insurance money my grandparents were insured with went to my mother. Her mother sent orange noise to elementary school because she cared about the public.

However, although the orange noise went to elementary school, its expression and spirit were so frustrating that it could not be seen. Because the death of my grandparents, who send me love, and the fact that I would live with two mothers who abandoned me, was a mental stress factor for him.

"I wonder why I've had a baby like you."

Her mother leaked it every time.

I didn't do my chores properly and everything about the house was done by orange noise. Regardless, in the beginning I continue to fail to buy my mother's wrath. If you serve unsavory food, they beat you, if you break something, they beat you. Those were the days. Kindergarten trauma revived and the place to hide with clothes was full of blue moles. I cried so much that I didn't know how many tears I had shed.

And violence was the only thing that didn't wield in elementary school, but for some reason he was out of company, pussy and other abuses. Mental stress tends to make me ill, and I've always been alone in school.

But it was one male teacher at that elementary school who supported him like that. He continued to voice and encourage orange sounds as he did every day.

"Ready? All you have to do is not look at all the hard things in life and look for fun '

"What? Getting punched in the pussy? Never mind, it's trivial bullshit if you don't care about it all and recieve it '

"You...... what is this injury!? Who did this to you!?

He was a very honest, very bloodthirsty, like a teacher's appraisal liked by anyone, who would take the initiative if there was anything in orange noise. So the orange noise began to make the pubic mouth laugh off without caring, as he put it, and to train the body to some extent. I started to say and act just a little provocative, but I thought that would grow too.

But one time a word my mother told me pierced the heart of an orange noise.

"Your smile is disgusting."

I don't know why. But the words pierced the heart of the orange noise deeply. Then, orange sounds became hesitant to laugh. Disgusting, the word made the orange noise laughable.

But if you're not laughing, you'll worry about the teacher again. Some thoughts, the words of his mother, who stabbed him in the heart, and the thought of not wanting to worry about his teacher made orange noise board pinch, and then orange noise started to make such vague thin and laughable laughter that he seemed to be laughing and not laughing.

Orange sounds in such a state were unnecessarily creepy and treated as targets of abuse all the time in elementary school.

And a middle school that graduated from elementary school and went up. That was the turning point of orange noise.

Rumors, away from the teachers who were supportive and without any evidence spread by those who were abusing him, tormented him even in secondary school. He began to cage in a nearby library as soon as the school was over in search of a space where no one would disturb him. I read several books, novels, pens, comics, philosophy, history, western books, magazines, photo albums, anything.

In doing so, the orange noise began to think. I wonder why I can be abused. And I gave one answer.

"There's no reason for abuse, people are creating twisted friendships by excluding someone."

I mean, I just became an exclusive subject to make that 'twisted friendship'. That's why I gave up orange noise. What, if asked - "Heading for Abuse"? There is no reason, that is, there is no cause.

Somehow I don't like it, so I abuse you.

I'm gonna abuse you because you seem kind of weak.

Somehow, somehow, somehow, for no real reason whatsoever, I abuse him because the orange noise that makes me laugh thinly was somehow disgusting. I didn't think there was anything I could do.

So,

We decided to accept all the orange noises. I decided to enjoy being abused as one of my daily routines. By doing so, he decided to erase the very notion that he thought abuse was hard.

From that day on, the thin, ragged laughter of orange sounds added to the creeps - orange sounds stopped going to the library.

And since the day after that. The atmosphere of abuse carried out on orange sounds changed.

Because orange sounds began to make me feel like I was being abused. I laugh naggingly and thinly, and affirm with a laugh of my pubic mouth. It was disgusting.

So the abuse stopped. Orange sounds are not among the friendships of twisted friendships. The desire to exclude itself disappeared.

And instead, I was born with the feeling that I don't want to get involved with orange sounds.

Orange Sound spent his middle school life from then on always laughing with a nagging thin smile.

And that's the same at home. The orange noise mother similarly ceased to be involved in the orange noise. Even the dishes made by orange noise got out of hand. There was no conversation, on the contrary, the mother became frightened by the orange noise. Orange sounds, instead of being liked by anyone - no one hates them anymore.

Because everyone wanted to be indifferent to orange noise.

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And in high school.

A year or two is the same as in middle school. The spookiness felt from the thin laughter of Ningro orange sounds was enough to make my classmates, seniors, juniors, irrelevant and mentally stressed.

And the last year of Orange Sound's high school life - Orange Sound started getting punched in the pussy. There was a lot of stress about the orange noise. I want to be indifferent, but there's so much stress that I'm going to get flat if I don't slap my pussy. And the orange noise accepts that pussy with a thin laugh. As a delight, accept. That also became their stress.

That's where Shinozaki signs came from.

She was only a little different. She was good at the power of feeling people's emotional subtleties.

I wanted to be indifferent to orange sounds, but in the surrounding situation I had to hate, I was just attracted to orange sounds by myself. I don't stand up to abuse, I don't even try to stop it, yet for some reason I'm not in the position of the weak. I walked over to the orange noise, such a contradictory being.

Engaged with her, the orange noise changed only slightly. At least, from the people around me who were creepy about the orange noise, it was a huge change.

The orange noise is only when I'm talking about the signs - I was laughing really fun.

As close as I think we might be hanging out, two people. So I guess, my surrounding eyes went back a while ago. Yes, I was trying to make a 'twisted bent friendship' by excluding orange noise, back then.

Orange sounds can't help but be hated by anyone,

Signs are a kind being loved by everyone.

So it is that orange noise, a being that people around them can't help but hate, is making friends with the gentle signs loved by everyone and laughing happily as they stress around the quote - it was unforgivable. That negative emotion exploded because I couldn't forgive it.

The result killed the orange noise.

In the literal sense, we excluded human life called orange noise from this world for the sake of 'twisted friendship' and hence for our own desires. The only thing that made me cry was the signs. Other people were happy with it. We were delighted that our frightened existence had disappeared.

- But even after the orange noise died, they didn't feel free from the orange noise.

The whole life of a boy named Shigeru Orange Sound. The first five years of being loved and raised, hated and excluded elementary and secondary school, two years of high school spent frightened, and the last three months of being killed out of hatred and envy.

But still, at the end of the day, he died while being dropped off by his best friend, who favors him. Without any regrets, he died protecting his best friend. No more, a brave and wonderful end.

So the people who killed him are unconsciously tied to such orange noises.

They knew bullying was bullying. And bullying was justifying itself by pinching the logic that it was worse to be abused. When they say they are victors, they say they exist in character. That's why it was.

Orange noise laughed to the end, died satisfied, their exclusive act of abuse did kill orange noise. But in their reasoning, that was a loss. Because the orange noise did not succumb to the abuse until the end. If you can't really exclude orange noise from them, even if you don't admit it, it's a defeat.

So they killed the orange noise and were carried with them the sin of defeat and murder that the reason they made for themselves gave rise to. From now on, they will always be bound by the presence of orange noise.

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When I opened my eyes, the downpouring light filled my sight and the pain ran just a little. And then the next thing I could sense was the sound of the wind stroking my ears and the feeling of grass on the back of my head and back.

One sensation after another, the smell of plants, the cold, clear air, the heartbeat, the warm body temperature, the feeling of being alive - the sensation.

"... where are we?

When I spoke up, I heard myself familiar and familiar. I thought you were dead, but you're alive. And the surrounding area is like a forest surrounded by grass. I don't care what you think of yourself falling on a natural lawn on your back.

"... mmm..."

Raise your torso and stretch it to release your hardened body. It sounded creepy and creepy, and I could cut through my thoughts just a little bit. Shall I check everything?

The outfit is a school run, he said. I've seen it on my belt. The knife was stabbed. And the fox face I got for Shishi was in my pocket.

"... Sign, you were crying..."

What I remember is the whimpering voice I heard in the dark. I don't have to feel a little guilty because I made you cry.

But this is how he lives, so you can go see him again. Well, I'd like you to explain this situation to someone first.

"Well."

Hang the face of the fox you gave me from Shiori next to your head and stand up with a knife in your arms. Let's just get moving, I've been reading a lot of books in the library, so I'm wasting my survival knowledge in these cases, and well, you can handle it.

That's why I started walking in the woods without a reason.