Emotion Taster

Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 8 - But I Refuse

If not wrong it happened when I was still Junior High, a cruel incident where I felt pain due to emotional waves. When I crossed the highway, there was an accident that happened between the two bikers. One of the riders who used a large motorcycle fell and was hit by his own motorbike. As a result, his shoulder and leg bones were broken.

Unfortunately, the man was dragged right in front of me. With the catalyst of the negative emotions of the people around, I got the sensation of the head wanting to explode at that time. One of the things I remember most is the screaming of the rider's pain. It was blaring and in line with the wave of emotions he let out.

Because of this power, I can feel it. The same or even more pain from that rider. The sensation of a burning head, hardened face veins, pierced eyes, so much pain that I wanted to hit my own head.

What an understanding experience, I hope to never experience the same thing again. I may be mentally disturbed and my nerves will be fine with the pain. However, who would have thought this could happen again due to one girl who was menstruating.

“...”

School time is over. Now Amalia and I are on our way to Pero's place. There's something I want to ask him. There is still an explanation of Amalia's power as a user that might help. In addition, I also want to hear his opinion about the bullying case. Judging from her appearance, I think Pero is smarter and wiser than Amalia.

I walked behind Amalia, and we were quite a distance away. Not three or five meters, but more than fifteen meters. At that distance I would not feel any pain over the waves of his emotions.

Hn?

Amalia stopped, and I stopped. The girl turned back to look at me. From the expression he made, he seemed to be waiting for me to approach in order to walk side by side.

“...”

I REFUSED ...!!

I really didn't want that wave of emotions to repeat itself. The thing that happened during the break today was enough to carve out a new trauma in my memory.

“If you don't advance, I won't advance. Fast road let fast until,” I said in a louder voice.

Hearing that, Amalia resumed her path. I was in the back following along too.

Hn?

But, it was only about three steps and came back to a stop. Next he turned to look at me again, which of course I behind also stopped moving.

Amalia is seen writing in her little notes. He confused me by putting a pen on his head, like trying to get an idea out of it. After a few seconds had passed, he finally put down the pen while raising the note aloft.

“...”

But, free.

“I can't read. If you want to lift the note so, use a font above sixty and a banner-sized paper to be clear.”

Hearing what I said, the girl lowered her hand. He thought again as he looked around.

I don't know what he's thinking, my emotional readership is biased at this distance. Although a little curious, I still did not intend to get close.

Several times he ran in all directions. At first I thought he was on his way, but since he turned back around, I took a few steps back to follow him. This makes me look ridiculous as it moves back and forth following Amalia's position. But, I realized that pattern of movement and stopped following in the third movement.

After about five times Amalia went back and forth, the girl finally started a new course of action.

Srreeks.

He ripped off his notebook paper. One piece of paper was placed on the sidewalk.

“...”

While looking at me, Amalia tried to code the body language as if to say ‘note, Ivan’ with both hands and veins of her face.

From here it is not clear what he did. When I put the paper in a half-standing position, my distant vision was also harmed by the angle formed.

Amalia's hand was raised from below. After a few seconds, he finally stood up and started walking away.

“...”

However, the path was not like before. The girl walked backwards while facing me. That position allowed him to move while watching my movements.

He waved once more his hand to provoke my attention. After realizing that I was looking, his hand pattern turned into a pointer. He tried to drive me to the place where he put the paper.

What he did was not detrimental, so I followed his wishes and walked towards the point he showed.

Oh .. so this is what it means.

Ivan, are you angry? I'm sorry about the break, I was accidentally.

“I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all. But anger and fear are different emotions. Even if you accidentally push me from the boat until it falls into the sea and sinks. I won't be angry with you, but I'll be afraid of the sea.”

The parable was a little horrifying, even if it happened I wasn't sure I could survive. But, such a thing was indeed comparable to the pain I experienced back then. I could not move because the pain could still hold a little. However, the thing that made the situation worse was Amalia who instead approached and made a wave of emotions even stronger.

I almost fainted from pain. But, before that happened, he first walked away and went to ask for help. It was then that I began to gain consciousness that made me rise.

Amalia was aware that with my resurrection, she abandoned her intention to seek help. Instead, he turned around and tried to approach me again. In response to his foolish actions, I ran away from him.

We had a chance to experience a chase event, even though in my case it felt unromantic or even more leads to sad. Several times I said to keep my distance, but it took a while for Amalia to understand. And finally we got to this stage, a relationship that was limited in distance to a certain radius.

Huh ....

“Instead of apologizing, you mending a story about what you saw in the break last afternoon. Is there any information from the three bullies?” I said to distract.

Amalia who heard him started to write, her expression slightly changed to be calmer.

“And again, you write it while walking .. let it spit until.”

The girl who was writing looked at me while making a stupid smile. ‘Ehehe ..’ depicted on his face.

We continued on, Amalia also continued this long-distance conversation. He kept writing on the note, ripping it off, and putting it on the road so I could pick it up.

In his writing, he told me that the three people did not vilify Imarine at all times. Sometimes they just talk about ordinary topics. Such as school, sports, food, social media, and others.

In the second paper, Amalia said that there was one incident that made them turn their attention to Imarine. The incident was when the seat they were sitting on was a yellow stain and made the stain stick to the skirt behind it.

Oh ... It's just like the trap I've seen before to create a cruel slander around the feces.

In the third paper, Amalia again said that the three people had bad luck by stepping on cat feces. This makes them angry so they need to wash it. However, when washing, they are also exposed to bad luck by splashes of tap water that gush about their clothes and socks.

“...”

I don't actually need this story.

“Woi, is there nothing else? Do you have any information ... Like those who enter into what excrement? Or who has and with whom are they dating?” I told Amalia from afar who was writing the fourth paper.

He was silent for a moment that seemed to be thinking, and a moment later he began to open a new page to write.

What in the fourth paper before still continues their sordid story? How bad are they today?

I continued on and finally reached for the fourth paper that Amalia had put on. There he told me, in the conversation of the three people, the girl named Azarin the leader was a member of the volleyball excul. If not wrong, ever appear the male name of eskul basketball.

“...”

From here I have understood enough of the matter where. Supported by the attitude of Imarine who hates men, most likely this problem also comes from men.

“OK, Amalia .. enough. If anyone wants to continue, mending later only.”

Why didn't he tell me about this conversation at the beginning? It looks ordinary, but this is exactly my lead.

I stopped that troublesome conversation method because we were close to the goal. The shop where Pero lived was close by. Although there was no anger, I kept my distance from Amalia until I actually reached the store.

“...”

Wait ... Why should I have a conversation with a paper like that? Communication with mobile phones is much easier.

　

　

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