'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Still young, but hey"

He said it was a car accident.

"Protect the child who's about to be crushed. That's what I hear."

The voice Gayagaya fills the ceremony.

"Ibou can't... why? Ooh!"

"Hey, don't cry."

"'Cause together, I said we'd have a parfait, and it's not good"

Someone's cry disappears into the crowd.

"You're healthier now, arrowhead."

"Rumor has it he was in a man's house."

"Ah. Well, I can't help but accidentally die."

All the while, I clenched my fist.

Someone slaps that shoulder.

"Calm down, Evening Fog."

"... Aoki"

"Let me tell you something. Anyway, no fool can do anything."

"But!?

"Evening Mist"

To Aoki's forgiving voice, I pulled my strength out of the fist I was holding.

As far as I can see, a human being in black is filling the venue.

Everyone and he sank in, and only the flowers overflowing the venue were bright out of place.

No, there was another bright one.

Ibuki's face in the picture directly in front was more beautiful and blooming than anyone else.

I have no recollection of how the ceremony went.

When I realized I was looking at Ibuki's beautiful face, lying in a silly big box.

What about this is that it's dead?

I've seen as many faces as I can.

When I was intoxicated, crushed and asleep, I was even more coveted.

What a beautiful face you have compared to that.

"Evening fog. Behind you."

"I know."

Urged by Aoki's voice, I gently placed the flower in my hand beside her face.

That's when my hands touch my cheeks just a little bit.

It was too cold.

It was so cold, I felt like it wasn't Ibuki.

It seemed like a doll that looked a lot like Ibuki.

Don't you want to admit it? Or are you just trying not to think about it?

Everything seemed to be in the mud, even in my own chest.

Tears never came out.

"Wait. Evening fog, isn't it?

The ceremony ends rarely, and I try to leave the place without being there or standing.

The calm man's voice stopped me like that.

"What about you?

"It's Ibuki's father. I heard about you from Ibuki, and I know it."

"... Really? I'm very sorry for your loss."

I thought it was a word with no emotions.

Ibuki's father nodded with an ambiguous look at how he received it.

"... thanks"

He fingers the unpopular.

I follow him by surprise. You get to one of the rooms where only the people involved can get in, and he speaks to me.

"First, let me thank you"

"… thank you,"

"Ibuki and I heard you got along."

"... well, yes"

I don't deny it.

I don't deny it, but in my head, the question was all the way around.

But she was estranged from her parents.

You realize how I am like that, Ibuki's father adds, as he supplements.

"You may have heard from Ibuki in a moment. That she's not with our family."

"... right. Sure, I heard that."

"I can't deny that. We had nothing to do with her."

I was sick, so I didn't expect anything.

That recovered, and now I can't help it.

"When she chose an engineering college and said she wanted to live alone, we easily allowed it. To be honest, the extra girlfriend told me she was leaving and I thought it was a boat to cross"

"............... so he said he allowed himself to live alone"

"Right. Of course, that's not all. I wish I could repair my relationship with her. That's why I wanted to keep my distance. I think half of them succeeded. Especially since she met you."

Ever since you met me,

"Until then, that child was a glimpse of the flickering and our complexion. But when I met you, I changed a little. [M] It looked like I found a place for my mind. So he seemed to be trying to re-establish a relationship with us again."

"It seemed, what is it? What was the other half?"

"We couldn't do that."

A man who lays his eyes down to repent.

What the hell is he trying to say?

What the hell am I attached to?

"We couldn't take her hand when that kid was about to walk over again. I really wished I could get along with her again."

"… so what are you trying to say"

"I wanted you to know. To you, who was close to her, to you, who was her home, our feelings."

The minute I heard it, I was grabbing his chest.

What is my presence to him?

Did you look like a convenient man to confess the regrets you couldn't tell your daughter directly?

"You can't help telling me that!?

…………

"Oh no, what am I supposed to do when I ask!? What are you telling me to do!? Hey!? What are you talking about letting me carry him? Ooh!?

In response to my yelling, Ibuki's father just lay his eyes down in pain.

I don't mind punching in my stomach a simmering dissatisfaction.

"I wish I'd said that right now! That doesn't make sense if you don't tell them directly! Why didn't you tell him that when he was alive!?

"... really, you're right. I wonder why we couldn't get it up in words."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

On the way to shouting, I was grabbing my hand off.

What was I saying?

Wasn't I the one who couldn't say anything?

I was the one who was tormenting her for not telling her in words.

I'm the one who couldn't think of anything that would pass on.

I'm the one who couldn't even tell her one word, 'I like'.

I'm hundreds of millions of times bigger than this guy, fucking, scumbag, dumb, and stupid enough to die.

The important thing is, if you don't put it into words, you have to.

Even though it's only a casual thought to convey it without being clear.

I'm the one who didn't.

"... I'm sorry, I yelled at you. You're not so bad."

"No, I'm sorry about this one. I didn't think about your feelings."

"That's who I am. You're so hard, you're so selfish."

I weakened my hand and was powerless.

The back of my throat is starving for karakara and something.

I'm asking you to spit it out right now.

The spearhead is who he is.

I wonder how humans are not structured to yell at themselves.

"Evening Mist. I just want to tell you one thing."

"... what is it?

"He left a will, as if expecting a day like this."

…………

I didn't want to hear that.

When I heard that, I really felt like I had to take Ibuki's death.

So I shook my head like a child in those words.

"Excuse me. I'm ready, I can't"

"... well. No, good. You're still young, too. Whenever you're ready, let me know."

Ibuki's father gave me something after he laid down his eyes a little too bad.

You'll soon find out it's a business card with contact information.

I stuck it in my pocket unconsciously.

"See you sometime, Evening Mist."

"... Yes"

I told you, I left the place behind.

I still don't remember how I got home that day.

I remember Ibuki.

I met her and I thought it was blurry that it hadn't even been a year.

I did nothing during spring break.

Then I just went to college carelessly.

I was worried from around, but I was already through my grief and I was fine.

Maybe he was just paralyzed.

Anyway, I even studied.

Just write the code to do the assignment, keep the principles in mind, and turn the loop.

To that repetition, I could not find the pleasure.

Still, only while I was doing it, I felt like I could forget something.

At the end of college, employment begins.

In a fluffy mood, he aspired to several gaming companies.

Fortunately, the paperwork review goes through.

Certain techniques were recognized for writing what had been learned in a foolish manner.

And fall in the interview.

I was impressed with the game and admired it. That's why I want to make a game. I have that feeling.

But I couldn't think of what I wanted to make the game for.

You said you were going to make a game for Ibuki.

He's not in the world anymore.

Then what the hell am I supposed to make a game for?

When I realized that the period of active life was over, I graduated with nothing to decide.

I couldn't help but get the feeling that I would try and get different places.

"I put him in a good college because of it!

And my parents cursed me, and at some point I was cut off from the edge.

I stopped thinking about going, and I saw a sticker in a bar near the nearest station at the university.

"Staff Recruitment"

I liked booze.

It was a new hobby that I finally found for myself that only had a hobby for gaming.

My brain reminded me of my last conversation with Ibuki.

'Whiskey is good, too, but because of this, I wonder if there's a' cocktail 'in the totality I'd like you to try'

I still don't know that 'cocktail' she said.

I didn't get what she wanted to tell me.

So maybe I still can't forget about her.

Maybe I can get her back that day when I find the 'cocktail' she wanted to tell me about.

Maybe the time I was stopping makes a move.

When I found out, I walked into a store I hadn't even opened yet and said,

'I'd like to work here,' he said.

At that time, I felt like I saw hope.

I walked into a bar and my personality changed a lot.

I could be just a little positive.

A life full of excitement was fun and I felt like I could forget everything for a moment.

I gained the skill of customer service, my ability to read people's emotions was honed, and I gained interpersonal skills that were incomparable with myself when I was talking to Ibuki.

I couldn't live without wearing it, no matter how bad I was at that.

But only romantic feelings were difficult.

One woman's smile was always creeping up on the part of my heart where it was.

After six months of working, I began to wonder if it might be a little different.

The same conversation that is repeated between solidified regular people. The hurdle of conversation that only demands keep rising. The breathlessness of all the gathering humans looking for something by hand.

I can't see it either.

Maybe I'm just trapped in that vortex myself.

Still, only 'cocktails' were indispensable.

This only reflected exactly what I did.

Practice made it taste as good as it did.

I was so happy with that.

I just poured everything into this for not having 'talent' for anything else.

Soon, I had no choice but to make a 'cocktail'.

He was possessed of the same 'cocktail' charm as whiskey.

But it's not enough. Not enough yet.

On my own now, I don't see the answer to the 'cocktail' that Ibuki said that day.

It's the best thing that's ever happened between the staff, and if you can't see that, it means nothing.

What a delicious cocktail.

What a rare cocktail.

What a difficult cocktail.

So I need to learn more.

So I need to practice more.

If I could find out everything about the cocktail and apply that to Ibuki that day.

The answer to that day must show up in me someday.

And even that day, I was sick of closing the store's keys.

Cover yourself with sighs and disgust that make you want to spit out and walk out on your way home.

"─ Huh?

I walked a couple of steps and was attacked by a sudden glare.

Funny, I haven't had that much to drink today. I wasn't ill either.

And yet, intoxication, like you can't even stand up.

He falls in without being overwhelmed.

Car headlights poke into thin, bonkers open eyes.

Kiiiiiiiii!

The brake sounds slightly taller.

What, so?

When the light came right in front of me.

My consciousness awakened.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

"Kyaaaa!?

When I jumped out of the futon, the sui just in front of me screamed.

"Oh, that? What about the truck?"

"And the truck?

I look around. But it was a familiar Vermut family room there.

My heart doesn't fit as a bug.

Sui looks worried and peeks at me holding her chest.

"What's going on? Did you even have a scary dream?

"No, because I'm not a child. No, the truck... oh no, I dreamed of being hit by a carriage"

"... isn't that a scary dream?

"... it was a scary dream."

I take a big, deep breath with Fu and calm down.

The blue-haired girl in front of me said with a much thinner grin, anticipating me settling down.

"Morning, General. Breakfast is almost here, so wake up."

"Morning, Sue. Okay, thanks."

You've seen the embarrassment of a younger girl.

With that in mind, her chest suddenly ached with pants as she was seen by her beautiful blue hair.

"Yikes."

"Total!?

Sui changes his blood phase and comes closer.

This isn't good even though I'm awake.

"Ma, wait, sui. It's okay."

"But"

"It's good. So stop coming near me."

Yeah, when they get any closer, this is my morning alley.

Is that it?

"Are you sure you're okay?

"Oh, oh, I'm fine. My body just freaked out because it moved suddenly. I'm sorry to bother you."

"... would be nice"

"Look, you're such a tough guy and you're ruining your pretty face."

When I said it, Sui stared at me while blushing a little.

I opened my mouth when I said something, but I leave the room without saying anything.

"What's wrong, this"

My morning arr didn't do this.

It's like right up until the last minute, I was mentally shocked and couldn't get back on my feet.

"Tell me, I don't remember what kind of dream it was."

I remember being hit by a truck, but from there it's clear.

Even if I try to remember, I just have a blunt pain running on my head and I can't remember anything.

"Do you mind? We have to work hard today for the future of cocktails."

I decided to shake off my mood and head to my breakfast table.