After going up to middle school, Shake became concerned about the opposite sex when he did it, sometimes causing trouble when he dictated more than one girl of the same grade. But a friend of the same sex never tried to make anything but ten nights.
It's not a limited story in middle school. Not to mention in kindergarten, when I was in elementary and middle school, consistently, my boy and close friend didn't try to make it as one other than ten nights.
Of course, we had about a conversation as classmates, and although we played together during the holidays, we didn't date at all since we left school.
Since the shake was in such a condition, there was inevitably nothing to play with but shake for ten nights. It doesn't mean I don't like it. I thought shaking was the most open-minded person, and that didn't matter.
But on the other hand, it was strange. Thanks for the shake, because there was an atmosphere where I didn't try to open my mind to anyone but myself.
"Wouldn't shake think of making friends besides me?
When I was little five, I tried to hit that question thoughtfully at night. I thought it might be an unpleasant thing if they asked me, but I really wanted to know.
The conversation at that time is burning strongly behind the brain of the Ten Nights. On the roof of the territory of a small shrine at the top of a small mountain, sitting down at the top, a shake that speaks looking at the city colored orange by the sunset and myself looking up at it.
"Nah, there's no such thing as an admissible guy. Except ten nights."
It was an abstract story, but to be honest, that's all but somehow, but I figured it out at ten nights.
Because even the ten nights I watched the shaking from day to day with the awareness of my fellow countrymen, albeit with the opposite personality to myself.
"If I'm the one to be recognized - or reassured, it's okay. I think I can be a douchebag. But he's not here. That's the only story."
The shaking face illuminated by the sunset, speaking off its face from itself, looked terribly sad in the tenth night's eye. The constant shaking hurt my chest for ten nights, in itself giving such a look.
In fact, that's not the only reason I know it now.
"Aren't you worried about him?
On the ten nights of twitching old, unpleasant memories, the shaking expression sinks even more.
When I was still in kindergarten, Ten Nights and Shaking had many other friends. One of them, a threesome with a glitter-named man who wrote blade and called it blade, always acted tight.
Clearly, the blade was a problem child. I have a bad habit of making fun of people right away and enjoy it. He was such a gardener, who enjoyed the reaction by making a little of himself.
He was neglected by other orchards, but also gained support from some orchards, including wobbles and ten nights, because he came up with unusual play and a lot of knowledge. Especially the shaking had a hard time respecting and nostalgic about the blade.
But the blade touched the shaking and ten night bomb. Multiple blast switches were pressed, especially against shaking.
"Why shouldn't I go hang out at the house for ten nights? We come to visit often."
The first bomb was that. Ten nights is hopelessly impossible at a time when that father is there, such as letting a spare child come to the house to visit.
Shaking also refused to do so, which meant that I might have problems with my family as well, even though I was in the garden for ten nights to guess and not touch it. But the blade was a child-specific lack of reluctance, and he stepped up with his zuke and earthfoot.
"You're cheating. We often don't like you guys. If you don't call me, I won't call you back to my house."
That's all I had to talk about, and at least ten nights didn't end up hating about the blade, but the shake was felt at ten nights after that, as if I was still a little distance away from the blade. The blade at the time seemed to have noticed it as well, and was dissatisfied with the matter.
The second blast switch was malicious. The reason why Shake doesn't call his house to play is because he spreads rumors like that that that Shake is actually a kid in an institution with no house.
For some reason, when I looked at the place where I didn't touch it at ten nights and aimed only at the shake, he didn't like the shake that I had missed much, but I kept my distance.
He also encountered several occasions where the two of them were fighting, even where he did not know about the deposit of the ten nights, when it seemed that something was wrong between the shaking and the blade.
The third blast switch was decisive.
"Hey, ten nights, no more hanging out. Come on."
The blade said so toward ten nights, majestically where the shake was in front of him. Beard a mean grin on your frivolous face. That disgusting face is unforgettable because I'm stuck with my memory of the Ten Nights.
"I don't like being with this guy anymore. So stop playing with him for ten nights. Come on."
I didn't see a shake at ten nights. I didn't want to see it. Though young, the desire to not see what the shake looked like at that time worked strongly. I wondered what I would do if I was crying, and I didn't want to see a shaking crying face or anything. As the sway once admired the blade, for ten nights the sway was admirable.
"Stop playing with you. I'm not with you anymore."
I looked at the blade from the front and said so grandly, ten nights toward the blade.
The slender smile of the blade turned into a crying face that seemed regrettable. That masterful face is unforgettable because I'm stuck with the memory of the Ten Nights.
Afterwards, the blade entered the same school as the ten nights, but fortunately it was never in the same class.
Rumor has it that when I was a junior, I was bullied into not attending school. Apparently it's caused by the personality that makes fun of people and the habit of giving them a little bit of tease. Couldn't seem to fix it after all these years.
I honestly think ten nights is going to be different, and since I heard that story, I don't even think bullying is absolutely evil. Before the bullying occurred, there were cases where the bullying side had a cause. At least in the case of a guy like that, he can't help being bullied, I think ten nights.
"I don't think all of us are blades. But if it wasn't ten nights I was there then, you might have thrown me away and gone towards the blade, or something like that. Besides, I don't like seeing a guy like a blade again."
Ten nights, I'm sure, when you hear that word of shaking, it's a bad memory of that time for the rest of your life.
But that is not all, there is another reason for shaking that no one but ten nights can forgive his heart.
The reason for this was that the shaking was not a blessing to a good family, which had been conjectured at ten nights. I didn't make sure, but I must be.
Sometimes I don't try to give it to you at home, but before that, because the shake never touched on the topic of my family at once, nor did I try to touch the house at ten nights.
"If there are other people I can recognize, I'm sure I'll find out soon enough. One day, that kind of guy might show up, but I can't imagine. Ten nights and then I'll be alone."
To be honest, I didn't think I had to show up like that at that time for ten nights.
But on the other hand, I thought about the shaking words. If you get separated from yourself due to some circumstance ahead, Shake, as you say, will be completely alone.
Ten nights I was ashamed of myself for wishing such a thing even for a moment with my ego round out, even though that was not a good condition.
An hour after crushing the Seventh Branch of the Formalin-pickled President, the four returned to the laboratory, where Junko was treating a true arm injury.
"Heh heh, I'm happiest when I'm treating you like this fighting for me and hurting you"
"Tell me, don't you think I'm a bad hobby myself? And this time, I fought for them, not you."
I said to Junko, who bandaged him in the arm with pleasure, that the truth remained faceless.
"How's he doing?
True to ask referring to the ten nights not in this room. Shake was in the same room as Junko and the others, but he hasn't uttered a word since he left to show himself for ten nights or where else he thinks.
"It's okay. It will take about two days to recover. Oh, yeah, ten nights. You need to talk to me later."
Junko looked back at the shaker and spoke to him, but the shake was resting quietly on the couch.
And, all of a sudden, a strange song rang indoors calling out to die, Junko taking the phone.
"Hi, Mr. Leonard."
The opponent was the chief executive of the formalin-pickled president. He is the person responsible for negotiating with Junko.
"Can't you get it to be a truce, Desca? Tides rebuilt the devastated Seventh Branch. The other day crushed nine, sixteen and twenty-two branches are also still under rebuilding, Death. Recruiting personnel on favourable terms and Illnodes has recently crushed it too much to keep standing, because the middlemen don't come and Death Nay. Of course, financially, it's moist enough, Masquedo. '
The formalin-pickled president is actively making enemies and provoking protests around his organization and against other organizations. All of that will be delivered as a show.
The branches we have in place everywhere have existed from the beginning on the assumption that they will be crushed for the show. At least that's how the upper management of the organization perceives it. Of course, the problem with Junko is a similar recognition.
"For once, we're enemies, and I don't think there's any reason to get so familiar with each other?
Shortly after Junko tells him so, they both go silent for a while.
This word of Junko was an unexpected response when I tried it on Leonard. Until now, it was a familiar pattern in which we were engaged in hostilities while devouring each other's interests, but I can also accept that the words Junko has just said are trying to enter the realm of whether we can do things seriously or not.
"Let's go. There are plenty of enemy stockpiles for the test bench candidates besides a formalin-pickled president. The problem is, there's always a shortage of kids who want to be mice."
The target is still worth using, or Junko broke.
Seems like similarities, slight, but decisive differences.
Junko is an individual, for his own research greed. The other party is an organization, for the financial benefit of moisturizing the organization.
The former is free dam but has a policy, the latter is tied to various clues but does anything for profit. We have a hunch for each other that this difference will one day result in a crack in the relationship between the two.
"All that mass experimentation with the human body. Still enough. Nye desca?
"There's a lot I want to do, and there's a lot of failures. It doesn't work the way you want it. Well, it's a lot more interesting to have a life that doesn't go the way you want it to go. See you later."
Without waiting for their words, Junko hung up.
"What. I thought you'd finally hang up, and you're still going out there after all."
True with a tone voice that seems heartless or dissatisfied.
"Hmm, I don't know. Mr. Leonard is on the phone right now, and there's a sign that something's on his mind."
Junko smiling funny.
"I'd like to crush you if I get a chance, but inside, neither the top executives of that organization nor the boss will tail you."
"Regardless of the top executives, I don't even know who the boss is over there. Well, it's only because you're good at preservation that you put it in a high position. If we're unscrupulous without much thought, then we can't be the greats of the organization."
Junko joking.
"Shall I keep crushing that tissue as one of my pleasures? They're the ones who can't crush inside, so they'll feel extraordinary when they crush them."
To the true word, Junko remembered the conversation he had had with Ten Nights an hour earlier and his own words, which he had told Leonard now, and laughed small.