Emotion Taster

Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 1 - Emotional Waves of Depression

The sun is still standing on its head, lunch break is not over. Amalia and I just finished taking out where the OSIS girl belongs. He was still unconscious and was left to fall asleep in a sitting position at the back garden table of this building.

Amalia began to change her form and clothes to a normal state. All of that was done in an instant so that the process was not visible.

I saw the sleeping OSIS girl.

“By the way, which people are sucked ... will they like how later?”

I'm a little curious. Based on what I've caught, mana is a strong human feeling. I could feel the happy feeling of the OSIS girl in front of me, but what happened after this?

Don't worry, he'll wake up.

“Not it.”

I know and I've seen him in the hall, minutes and the girl's gonna wake up. That's not what I asked.

“I mean, will he lose his feelings? Which sucked it comes from her emotions, ‘kan?”

Amalia opened her mouth to form the letter ‘o’, but no sound came out in her mouth. After a few seconds, he started writing again.

He will not be aware, because there are no side effects. Sucking mana doesn't mean snatching it from them. Like sharing knowledge, you will not be a fool when you become a teacher, ‘kan.

All right, I understand. Sharing happiness does not mean making the giver sad. From the beginning what they called mana was not physical.

“Hgkh, Hgmn ...” The sound of growling, heavy breathing, or rather the person trying to get up. “Eh? I overslept?”

The OSIS girl finally woke up. He looked around to the left right quickly to observe the situation. I hear this like I see deja vu.

“Quiet, no one saw. Just a moment ago, kok,” said I in front of him who helped Amalia nod to agree with my words.

We calm down and divert the conversation easily. Talks such as a stint in the hall and news of the OSIS job may interest him. Every sentence and question that came out made him even more comfortable. Unsuspecting, the OSIS girl ends up ignoring the cause of her unconsciousness.

Fifteen minutes passed. Me and Amalia started to part ways with the OSIS girl, she thanked Amalia and for helping her personal matters—which I did not know the details of, and me for the cleaning help in the hall two days ago.

“So, now how? I can already go?” I asked Amalia.

Can, really. I'll tell you again if there will be someone who can be taken again where he is.

“Oh, that too. How do you find the person who will be sucked where?”

My bottle will tell you when someone's heart is hurting. It will also tell when people can be taken where.

“Botles?”

Amalia clamped the pen in her mouth, then continued with a note in her left armpit. When his hands were free, he grabbed something in his pocket.

“Oh ... the.”

The thing that Amalia took out was a bottle the size of a perfume that I saw at that time and had caused Amalia to slip.

I thought that thing wasn't working. But, from what I saw, it turns out that the bottle still gives off a unique light. The colors issued also change, ranging from purple, green, blue, and indigo. If seen directly, this is similar to toys or accessories for children or the like.

“OK, if you are, call me if you need more.”

Even if I did not come at all, just look and wait for the girl to finish.

　

　

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The doorbell rang, the sun slipping west. The sky began to darken, from blue to orange. Today I was still standing in front of the second-floor class, waiting for the quiet school so that I could return home quietly without waves of emotions strewn about.

"Woi, Van," call Farrel in the back while approaching. "Still in here like a regular?"

"Yes," I replied casually without glancing.

"Aren't you the boss of diem nothing? If you want, just join the others that .. get together."

I'm not really quiet. Sometimes I also read, play games, study, and search for news about the world. All of these things I do through one thing called Mobile.

"Originally you know, being lazy is everyone's dream."

But, I answered like that for the sake of following the conversation.

"Yes time? You like to make up ... Are there still a lot of people who live a passionate life?"

"People like that aren't old enough to accept the dream of being lazy."

"I think slackers are just traits, not dreams, Van."

"Ho .. You don't believe it? Then answer my question. What do you want to do after you graduate school?"

"work."

"After that?"

"Hmn ...," said Farrel as he looked at the sky. "Married?"

"After that?"

"Have children, build a family, and finally live a quiet life in the old days."

"What does it mean to live quietly there?"

"Isn't it clear? If I'm old, I want to enjoy my retirement without working."

"Okay, congratulations. Your dream now is to be lazy."

"..."

Farrel who received it also made a confused expression. He seemed to be thinking back about what I said just now. His looking face became down looking at the floor.

"Ahaha .. might have a point too. But, judging from the conversation just now, you should be a hard worker first, right?"

"Well, of course I agree. The slacker I admit is a slacker who doesn't interfere with other people's laziness."

"Huh ..," take a breath as she turns to prepare to leave me. "You said it was like that again. Have the phrase individualism, but always help people selflessly. In fact, from what I saw, you never even have something for your own sake. There's been no slacker from your attitude all along, Van."

"You don't want to receive help. Though, some good people still exist, you know," Farrel continued to say to me.

"You want to help? Then please buy me a drink in the cafeteria."

"Eh .. It's not the kind of help I asked for. If you buy a drink, you can do it yourself" he said as he walked away from me, waving his hands behind me.

Cih, the base is inconsistent. This is also one of my forms of happiness. Supporting my selfishness that wants to continue the idleness of staying here.

I was actually half-joking too. If he agrees, maybe I've violated the principle of laziness that doesn't interfere with the laziness of others.

“...”

Waiting can also be annoying. After the conversation I had earlier, the atmosphere here felt lonely and a little sad.

Fifteen minutes have passed since Farrel's departure. It's been a time where I can go home more calmly. So I also prepared to go home.

"..."

But nature calls me. Pressure in the stomach as if asking to be removed. Conversations about drinking, and the amount of water I consumed were the culprits.

Following the call, I walked down to the first floor. As an affirmation, the toilet on the second floor is not my favorite toilet. One reason is cleanliness.

Therefore, the toilet that I am going to go to now is the one near the canteen. The bathroom there is close to the main post of the janitor, so the place is more hygienic.

Keep going, get to the hallway, on the field, and finally in the canteen area. I walked to one corner of the area to go to the toilet. But ....

“...”

Whatisthis? Rotten smell?

This place should be clean from the scents of toilet criminals. The bathroom is rich in water flow, cleanliness tools are complete, and have officers passing by around it. There is no way that toilet gives off the smell of—

Huff, Hufh ....

I try to sniff the air around. Observe the change and stability of the aroma.

“...”

After that, I tried to close my nose. Blocking the entrance of the sense of smell for a while.

Turns right.

The aroma I felt was not ammonia that smelled bitter, nor sulfur that smelled fart. This is more towards organic waste, such as the smell of carrion and leftover vegetables in TPA. I can still feel it even with my nose closed, which means it comes from a wave of emotion.

Depressingly.

I know this emotion. One of the emotions that I have felt in people who want to kill themselves. Prolonged stress with many negative emotions stacked into one. Produce a collection of waves that smell like organic waste.

Normally I would just leave this place and get some fresh air. This wave of emotions felt so disgusting that even I approached. But, I want to enjoy my bathroom time quietly. If you have to choose between feeling emotions by using another bathroom. I happily chose to feel the emotion. That might explain the level of bathroom soiling in other places I don't want to visit right now.

“...”

Besides, I also don't want my school to have a bad record where there are students who kill themselves. It doesn't hurt to see.

The source of the emotional wave is in line with the path to the bathroom. I think that guy actually locked himself in there.

From where I stand, I need to go into the hallway further. Passing through the area of the shops and heading to the deeper part of the building, the toilet was at the end.

The closer I got, the more I felt other emotions.

Miserably. Chest feels depressed, slimy bland taste like an already oxidized fruit full of mushrooms and watery mushy.

“...”

A fear. My skin is shivering, my ears are buzzing, and it feels cold like cucumber and vegetable oyong.

I kept walking, until it was twenty meters from the bathroom.

Gekhs.

Hatreds. The bland flavor was slimy with cold it was now mixed by bitter. My sense of taste is getting filled with disgusting feelings. It was fortunate that I had come from a distance to feel this gradually. If this wave of emotions came suddenly, I could have vomited because of it.

I got to the end of the hallway, here is a fork. The right direction goes to the women's bathroom, and the left for the men.

“...”

But, unfortunately the source of this wave comes from the right. So I had to follow that direction.

Just as I turned around, I saw a girl in school uniform waiting at the toilet door. From the disgusting mix of negative emotions, the girl let out different emotions.

Sweet sours?

“...”

I approached to make sure. Walking a few steps until my distance with the girl was in the range of one meter.

Strawberries.

The brunettes girl, light in eye color, was about 162 cm tall, and held a small note in her hand.

“You are again doing ... Amalia?”

　

　

　

　

　

　

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