Play with Mad Scientists!

"Midori, no!

The mother lost her hips and shouted out the name of my child when she saw her eldest daughter, who had just turned thirteen this year, hanging herself in her own room and dying.

She wasn't like killing herself. Rather, he was a bright and pleasant child who seemed to have nothing to do with the act of suicide or anything else. I have no idea why.

That was sixty-six years ago.

Ten minutes ago, the girl jumped off the roof of the building with a fierce noise, bouncing the asphalt loudly and becoming an immobile piece of meat.

The girl, who has become an unbroken wreck, is now transported on a sheeted stretcher. There are a bunch of cops gathering around, and the tape is people-shaped over the bloody asphalt.

"His name is Midori Sakata. Twelve..."

A policeman exhales small when he looks at the student notebook the girl was in possession of.

(Pretty but no body...... Is the reason for the suicide bullying or domestic trouble...... Well, it's not limited to suicide yet, but the circumstances make that line thick)

Looking at the face photo of the notebook, the cop guessed so.

That was fourteen years ago.

With regard to classroom seating, Kenichiro Tazawa, who will be in sixth grade this year, takes a glimpse at the seats of a child believed to be absent. It's a girl's seat where Tazawa is secretly in love.

Her absence is a rarity in itself. No, at least as far as Tazawa knows, I'm curious because she's never been late or absent before.

The teacher came into the classroom with a gloomy expression when he learned of the disturbance.

"I have sad news for you all"

In a trembling voice, the middle-aged female teacher told her.

"Midori Aoyagi died last night..."

"Die..."

"You mean Midori's dead?

"I don't like it... you're lying..."

It was no exaggeration to say he was the most prominent child in the class. He was bright, cute, no front or back, and popular. It was a reaction like whether everyone would be surprised or sad. Only one, a brown-skinned child, remained nagging with a dark look and showed no reaction.

"Why!?

Within the purposeful classroom, attention is drawn to Kenichiro Tazawa, a child who inadvertently shouted and stood up.

"He said it was suicide... slit his wrist in the bathroom"

Teacher wipes his eyes with one hand.

I couldn't believe Tazawa. I can't think of her committing suicide or anything. Always bright and positive, far from suicide.

"I was born in this world. I mean, you can play whatever you want in this world. The world is a playground for us. I am the protagonist of this world. Tazawa is also the protagonist of this world. So all you have to do is not tie yourself to anything and enjoy life the way you want it. No. '

That's what she said as she showed her teeth and laughed. She killed herself like that? For what reason? I don't understand Tazawa.

He didn't mind his classmate's gaze, and Tazawa leaked a whimper as he stood. A brown-skinned child raised her face and slightly frowned with a gaze at Tazawa.

Tazawa noticed the child's gaze and was confused at the same time as returning it to me. She is the woman who committed suicide and the man who was most close to her. It was always good, and Tazawa was secretly jealous. But when I received her suicide report, I didn't cry, I just turned my pitiful gaze to myself.

"What's wrong with you..."

Time off, caught a brown-skinned man, Tazawa inquired.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I just knew it. That he will die."

Tazawa was surprised by the brown child's answer, but did not question him any further.

(Crying because I cried a little while back last night)

The brown child added that without putting it in his mouth.

That was thirty years ago.

Midori celebrates her twenty-fifth birthday today.

"I've lived this long since the beginning. Well, I'd rather die than die. I don't like adults."

I creep through my home door and Midori in OL squeaks with a tired face.

I always leave home early when I go to work. There was a reason for that. Rather, that is also why Midori lives without committing suicide.

When Midori leaves her home, she asks for the next house. In the garden of the next house, an old woman with shrunk hands and feet and torso, like a dwarf, sat down in a chair and looked at the flowerbed in the garden. The old woman is over a hundred years old and can't walk on her own feet anymore. When Midori was only eight years old, her ankles had stopped standing.

Seeing Midori, the old woman gives no expression on her wrinkled face, no voice, just a shivering hand to greet her. Midori looks at it, spreads her mouth wide to the side, and shows her a slightly white tooth to laugh.

"Oh, good morning, Midori"

A sunburnt old man with a thin body like a dead branch appears beneath the house with a plundering voice. Ever since Midori was a little girl, she is a husband who takes good care of his wife, who has been unable to move.

"Heh, you're still looking good. Fuck off, huh?

Midori lowers her hips to the edge, smiling and slapping her hatred.

The old man adjusts the position of the old woman's chair to the sun. Plum trees planted in the garden bloom in full bloom. The old woman shifted her gaze from the flower bed to you.

"You're not picking me up inside, are you? If one of you dies, Midori, will you take care of the other one?

"Yair, I don't even want to live for it, but I'm alive. Oh, Midori haha. I've told you so many times. Old Bokeh's opponents are tired."

To the words of the old man, Midori returns so with a sigh.

Midori's words are no sarcasm or joke. I mean it. Midori was fond of the old couple next door she knew from an early age and visited the next house every day. Every time he came, it was a hassle. It was a hassle. He was spitting poison telling him to die quickly, but the old man was smiling and responding.

"Is it so much fun to be alive? Midori wants to stay young and die before she gets ugly. I'm actually dying."

Ask as you slap your leg. Midori thinks this action can't be done without a girl, not an adult woman.

"It's fun. Sometimes it's painful if you're alive, but you can feel something. Fun and painful will be good memories. If you live hard, Midori will come and see you every day."

The old man answers while taking care of the garden. He and his wife have children and grandchildren, but he has never seen any of them in this house.

"It's not like if I die, it's the afterlife. You don't have to be so obsessed with your life."

The existence of post-mortem worlds and spirits has not yet been scientifically demonstrated in this era, nor is it publicly recognised. But Midori knows that they do exist.

"That said, you're afraid to die, aren't you? And no matter how many deaths you say you have ahead of you, you're totally done with yourself now, right? I also lose the pattern when I build it with those who know me. If I die now, for example, I won't see you or Midori. That's lonely. What, Ba-san?

The old woman remained as faceless and silent as ever, but nodded small in response to her husband's words.

I had hardly seen the look on the old woman's face, and she had lost her voice for about a decade, but her eyes did appear to have a radiance of will and reason, and she did not suffer from dementia.

"Besides, at least until Mr. - dies, I think I have to live to keep taking care of him. Mr. Ba, you can't move."

"'Cause if you're older, you might not be able to move, right? If you do, Midori will be the only one who can take care of you, so you won't even want to live like this, but you will live long."

Midori looks up at the clear blue sky with the dialogue he has spoken of several times.

"If you keep reincarnating, you may be reunited with someone you've known in your previous life. Oh? The edges are built into the circle. In fact, Midori has met several people. I feel like we're going to see each other again."

"Right. Midori and Midori are about the same age then. So I guess the three of us will play together again. Like I played with Midori when I was little."

Back then, the old lady was still talking, even moving. Even from Midori, it's already a time I miss.

Around the end of that summer, the old woman quietly took her breath away without any foretaste, as usual, sitting in a chair in the garden. And as I followed it, my husband, who had been fine until now, suddenly fell ill, and before the new year, he went into other worlds.

"I'll see you someday, won't I? Absolutely"

The day after the death of the old man, Midori was satisfied that he had finished his role, muttered so slightly, and then lost his life.

That was seventy-eight years ago.