Negative -Girls: To Live And Die

What A Match!

"No, I don't have a daughter and even if I do I would still think she's the most beautiful woman in the world."

I don't know where or why is Fuck talks about his desperation for having a daughter. I never say anything to him. He did this twice now, talking as if I asked him something.

I didn't.

And I don't think I will, because I don't care. Your life has nothing to do with me. The girls are.

So I say, "Shut up, Fuck. I don't care. I didn't even ask if you have one."

"Aw, thought you want to know."

"I don't."

Unless you want to give her life to me, for free of course. Or maybe we can make a deal, with discounts. Oh, but I don't take a wife. So don't expect anything else. What am I talking about? That's you to figure about. If I am going to have a wife, it wouldn't be too human. Ah yes, I'm a bit of nitpicker myself, for example, I prefer dying on my own accord instead of waiting for someone to stab or disease gets me.

"Ohohoh, you're funny."

Does he think I'm noking now? I'm not.

Despite my frown and evident apathetic gesture, Fuck doesn't give a fuck and continues with his ramble, "I'm not necessarily saying she is 'my daughter' I mean of my genetics... Sigh, hell, I know I'm ugly. It'd be hard for me to find someone already. And I did say I hope my daughter is going to be beautiful. But for real, l'm so not hoping that my wife is going to be a model or something."

The hell is this guy on about.

Just shut up.

No matter how much I express myself to him that I don't give a fuck about him and his future stories, Fuck still spitting out words from his big lips.

I don't appreciate them.

I decide to treat him as a ghost. Or rather that little voice telling you to do an evil thing. Okay, now he's out of the way, I look in Carrie's direction.

She's taking off her hoodie and lay it on her seat. Her red hair radiate anger as usual, of passion, of determination. I want to feel them. I think they would be hot to touch but silky and smooth and feels good on my skin. I want to try to pull them. Hard. Until I can attach them on her ass and make it truly become a dragon's tail.

Carrie would look weird but in my eyes, dragon is cool.

Her dragonic eyes kick my eyes away.

Whaaat Areee Youu Youu Gooi gooing to 2 two Do do do do.

It wasn't Fuck.

Wha hat har ahaha yhou ghoing ho o o douuuu u u u u.

Have you also realised it... The voices God knows where are often can be heard now. Back then it came with whispers. And now they're shouting. As if they are trying something. They tried to tell me something.

But they're not real.

I ignore them.

It's better.

I should focus on what's real.

It's my duty. As a perfection. I'm not perfect. Huh? What?

Whhhaaatt are you going to do.

A sharp whisper: Sunbae

I throw my face away from the voice and sighs.

"I don't know what should I do now." I mumble.

And fortunately, Fuck hears it.

And Fuck somehow seems care. He begins, "I don't see it in you but is it possible you really do care about our most skill teenage gamer?"

He is talking about Carrie. I like the way that sounds. Most skilled teenage gamer. I like them.

And considering I am to watch their life and death to the rightful one, "yeah." I say, "And what do you mean you don't see it in me," I give him a look as if I'm offended (I'm not, because I don't care what he thinks of me.) I add, "you don't even know me."

The last line sounds like a teenager. Oh god, am I turning into one now because I was hanging too much with them? If I think about it all again, from the start I came into this world, I've talked with teenagers the most.

The last line sounds like a teenager. Oh god, am I turning into one now because I was hanging too much with them? If I think about it all again, from the start I came into this world, I've talked with teenagers the most. Yes. I said them twice.

I need to find an adult somewhere, refreshing my perspective and choice of words, omg.

Fuck laughs.

No. Not him. He's no adult or teenager. Fuck is just…Fuck.

"Well," he says as his hairy arms prop on the table, "It's no surprise. I bet someone else assumes things about you."

Tammy.

"And you couldn't blame them. You look…very unhappy."

"I could have a gold digger by my side if I were to carry my whole bank around the city. And not to mention, I am a tutor for the popular negative girls. Imagine the thrills."

"But yet you still have the dead eyes; still looks you would not care about anything. Even if it's your life."

I shrug, "I wouldn't care about living." In fact, dying would be better.

"Why not? Do we only live once you know? Appreciate it."

Funny.

"Not everybody is the same as everybody."

"Hm, I'm not sure what you meant by that."

I sigh, you wouldn't understand or believe even if I am to tell you, Fuck.

"I see no reason to explain. And everyone has it secret. Just like Carrie wouldn't tell me who is she against for real or why this place or what makes her decide this competition is more important than school."

"What do you think, er…Mr. Sunbae?"

"Fuck, Sunbae is not my name it's the pronoun. You literally calling me senpai right now."

"Oh."

"And I don't know. If I am to guess, probably it's because of her ego. Someone challenged her and she's not backing down."

"That's one of them."

I glance at him and Fuck cussed out as if he had a slip of tongue.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you."

"Figure."

"MONEY!"

That wasn't Fuck or me or anyone from the YOLO squad. It's someone new.

Dark eyes, white hair, and a cookie tin.

I take that back, it's still someone I've met. But the two guys behind her is new now.

She continues, "the owner was right, I challenged her but she refuses at first. Until I offer her three thousand in cash, she bites."

"You…" I sort my questions.

She beats me to it, "yes, I'm the cookie girl. And because of that, you can call me Cookie, what a great name."

"I wouldn't so much agree my calling you that unless your hair is a certain colour."

Oh, me and my weird way of steering conversation away from the important one.

"Then call me Milk and Cookie."

That wouldn't change anything.

Well, it's time for a more important one, "what do you mean about that?"

"Milk and Cookie?"

"No, challenge and money."

She laughs, and points at Carrie who is coming this way, "her name is Carrie, right? I've heard much about her from my little sister. I saw her days ago and knowing she's a pro at…gaming, I just want to see it myself."

"And offering her money."

"Oh yes, the money is real. Beat my team, she wins the cash."

Carrie finally arrives.

"You're the one who starts this fight, Crazy."

Milk and Cookie quickly whisper, "I told her to call me Crazy."

She is indeed crazy.

Carrie continues, "and still late for an hour."

"I'm sorry, Miss Carrie." She chuckles and shoves the cookie tin to show the whole room, "problem finds me and it's really high up to deal with."

Carrie rolls her eyes, "keep your problem to yourself but the fact you're still late. And not to mention, telling my tutor about the match."

"But this match is not a secret."

Sharp Eyes joins, "yet you still told us to not bring anyone other than us."

"I never would--" she bites her tongue. I could see her happy-go-lucky self shift to annoyance as she turns around.

It's a serious-looking guy who probably had spent two years in the GYM. He slightly bows to Milk and Cookie (Crazy). "I have to do it that way, Miss Fed."

"How-Dare-You. Is should punish you."

She curls her hand to a fist and…pokes on his cheek.

"Now we're good."

The man sighs relief and returns his posture confident. He looks at Claire, "But yet," his eyes shift to me, "you still bring the stranger to our match."

Carrie shrugs, "not my fault."

The other YOLO squad eyes down as if guilty.

I'm very unwelcome huh…

"Hey, Tall Depressed Guy is not a stranger. He is Milk and Cookie and Crazy's friend."

The man asks, "since when?"

'Since today."

Her laughs fill the depressing room.