JUST A CRASH - BUTTERFLY CROSSING

3. Anti-parasitism

Shuji returned to his apartment room without even a single glance at the next door. To be honest, there is no difference between the clinic and its messy, dusty apartment.

He was confused as to what to do. Shuji stood still for a long time.

The confusion of the time was mixed with emptiness. He who had intended to die never thought he would come back here again. Why, the time outside he can still survive. But once back here Shuji felt like there was a chain holding him back.

The piled up feeling that had been unbearable was like pushing against the wall of his emotions, preparing to explode.

'All because of that unlucky woman.'

Feeling the itching on the skin of his arm, the scratch wound that was almost healed was Shuji scratching loudly.

'Shut up.' Shuji said to his wound.

When it started to bleed and the pain began to feel, then Shuji felt relieved. Her heart that was stimulating was like experiencing a turning point and gradually calmed down.

Shuji glanced at the water faucet. It was a pity that he could not withstand his physiological needs. With resignation Shuji moved to take a drink.

Shuji opens the cupboard and pulls out the glass, fills it with water from the faucet and gulps it down without pause.

His eyes glanced at the dark object beside the sink. Remembering that he had already destroyed his phone, Shuji threw the thing in the trash.

"Truely, the broken thing should have been thrown away." Shuji muttered, as if to convince himself.

That night it rained heavily with strong winds. It didn't take long until the flood at some point and landslides were heard on the radio and local news—if Shuji turned on the radio.

Shuji had been sitting in front of the window ever since he came back and had not moved from his place for a long time. Like a lot of things clashing in his head, but what, he doesn't know.

The thoughts in his head clashed and dominated each other. Continues to gather and develop, even though his brain is not fit.

Shuji lowered his brows furiously, staring at the torrential raindrops from behind the window glass. From far away Shuji saw lightning striking, his voice was loud but not to his ears. The senses are like death.

'Why is the world so sad?'

'Could it be because this room is narrow?'

'No?'

'Perhaps because I kept quiet in the room, why not try to go out and find a new atmosphere?'

'For what?'

'Because you're alone, you need to do something to take your mind off.'

'This again? Old issue.'

'Of course, this thought will always come. You forget today, tomorrow will appear again.'

'.......'

'This thought is only temporary, just like you laugh and cry. You won't do it all day, but you're experiencing it, right.'

'But I never cry.'

'That's because you don't want to shed tears, why?'

'...It feels like demeaning myself. Tears make me weak.'

'Isn't that so? Read the quotes on the internet.'

'That's them. I felt, crying and wailing only gave a gap to my weakness. Rather than crying, better get up and do something?'

'Okay, then let's do something?'

'.....'

'...yo?'

'Why should? For what?'

'...cause you're human. Everyone lives with a purpose. Luxury house, car, family, son. Justjust look. Even the sky above has a purpose. Sometimes it holds the sun, it rains, sometimes it controls human emotions.'

'...Sure oes. The sky just has a purpose. I don't exist.'

'You haven't looked enough. Try to go as far as possible.'

'If I have dug as much as possible and there is no purpose, how?'

'Of course it means your goal isn't on this, right?'

'...What is this, the world? I live the world. Stupid dog.'

Shuji stopped the debate in his mind. Looking at the shadows on the window panes reflected off, he was like looking at a stranger and not knowing who.

Bugs!

Covered by the sound of rain, the sound of Shuji's fist punching the thick glass was not heard.

'To die is right.'

Why is he looking for a reason to live in the world? Just make me tired.

Shuji turned to the kitchen and ransacked the entire contents of the drawer. The plates he broke, the containers he threw until he found a knife hidden in the bottom cupboard.

'I've hidden this knife, but in the end I found you too.'

The lightning outside snatched loudly earthy with thunder. Shuji dragged his heavy legs towards the bathroom. Even so, the feeling was as light as cotton. He feels invisible and can do anything.

Standing in front of the mirror, Shuji stared at his sickening reflection.

It was these eyes that opened Shuji to the world. If he had no eyes, perhaps his reflection in the mirror would have vanished. The tip of the knife is directed to the eyeball with a perfect angle.

The corners of Shuji's lips are drawn curved upwards. The surrounding sound disappeared and the blade was pulled back before stabbing rapidly towards the eyes.

In Shuji's world that was currently silent, a loud voice interjected suddenly. Destroying all the willpower he had built up was as easy as erasing the illusion.

Ding-dong~

"....."

Shuji glared at the mirror still with a smile that was more terrifying than a cry. His hand that was holding the knife trembled faintly. The tip of the knife was very close to his retina.

Sweat appeared to descend his temple while the doorbell rang once more.

It quickly fades away, like a leaf that disappears on ****fire.

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Orange stands at the door.

Orange realized he was too involved. The natural thing in his village is like a taboo, sometimes Orange must refrain from caring. It's just that he's been helping the man, he's also his neighbor.

"This is the last one." muttered Orange. Given how the man had neglected his injuries, Jingga intended to give him medicine. After that, Orange promised he wouldn't care too much.

"Aren't there people inside, huh?" before his finger pressed the bell once more, the door was opened.

"...Hi, uh?" The orange stopped greeting in the middle, almost hiccuping as soon as it saw the bluish and swollen face that appeared from behind the door. "You... o-okay?" add to that dark room.

"....." Shuji was silent for some time with a less focused gaze. "You what?" he finally made a sound.

"...Ah.., this." Orange thrusts a small plastic bag containing anti-inflammatory drugs. "I heard you were home from the clinic when I last checked. I thought you weren't gonna get medicine,"

"...why?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you doing all this?"

"... Why...?" The orange turned its head quickly and panicked a little. Wh why? Because we're neighbors. But Orange thought he should give a more detailed reason. His feeling was that this man was not okay.

He said the rate of youth depression in Japan is so high.

'Oh Allah, protect me (T_T)'

"...Y-you may not remember, but the first time I moved, I was confused by the location of this apartment room."

"....." Shuji did not reply and just stared at Orange. His gaze was straight but empty.

After digging, Shuji finally remembered. He once helped a new resident to his apartment. Not helping, just because they're next door and he's going home. Be so. yeah, guys.

"That? Just because of that?"

"..Yes, yes," Orange nodded quickly after noticing the man in front of her accepting her pretext. Half are looking for an excuse, the other half are true. In fact, Orange did not want to use the memory of the incident in this way.

But Orange was a bit afraid that the man would resist and scold her like before.

Ahem, even though the man only snapped at Orange once, but every time he met. Maybe the orange is just overthinking.

"Um...," The orange whose arm was starting to ache was intending to pull back the medicine in his hand but Shuji took it faster.

With cold eyes and without a word of thanks, Shuji closed the door.

"... Huff, okay." The important medicine was taken, and there was no scorn or snatch. Orange nodded her head and re-energized herself before returning to the room to continue watching her night.

Jingga continued watching until she fell asleep on the sofa, and woke up with a loud knock on the door of her apartment

Climbing, Orange looks at the clock on the wall.

At 2 am.

Who's the underworker who knocks on the door of his apartment? Does that guy not know the function of the bell?

It can't be a stranger, right?

The orange picks up the baseball bat on the edge of the umbrella rack and walks silently into the peeping hole in the door.

"Astagfirullahal'adhim!" The orange immediately jumped up as soon as it faced the other eye who stared back at the peeping hole.

Holding back the swearing and slurs that gathered in his mouth, Orange put on her veil and checked once again who was outside after taking a deep breath.

This time, the person who was banging on the door stood normally in front. The clothes that Orange had just seen a few hours ago made him know that his neighbor who was swing mood was the perpetrator of door slashing.

"...Why is he banging on my door?" Orange asked worried.

Could he be protesting? Maybe the neighbors are starting to get impatient and come here to beat him up? But the Orange felt their relationship had not yet reached such a terrible point.

Orange wanted to continue his overthinking, but like having a sixth sense, his neighbor who was still looking in any direction now turned to the peeping hole and quietly observed for a long time.

"......." The orange gulped and finally opened the door. Who wants to look at this.

"Uh. hi?" The orange opened its door a little, just enough for its head to be seen. Looking at the scene, his neighbor did not bother to comment.

"Give me food." the man said suddenly, in a hoarse and stiff voice.

"Huh?"

"Eat." repeated.

"...." So you came in the early morning, banged on the door, to ask for food?

"...Yeah, there's. there's." The orange facing this situation for the first time became stamped and for a moment he did not know what to do.

Leaving him outside?

Close the door, then bring back the instant noodles?

Eaten? Inhere? Take it home?

He's not a restaurant, is he!!!

The orange hid its head behind the door and wailed for a split second. Is this the result if he helps just anyone?! But this is his neighbor.

Then Orange remembered about the weather that will isolate for the next few days.

"You don't buy supplies?" tanya Orange again raised her head.

After a long silence, Jingga thought the neighbor would not answer.

"...no buying. Supplies at home are running out."

"...Oh, then.." You wait outside, I close the door first, then I'll be back in a minute?

Not yet he spoke his sentence, the neighbor suddenly fell unconscious.

"!!" what is it, acting?

After waiting for a while, the lying figure did not move either.

Actually fainted! "M-Mas!!"

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Orange recalled the incident some time ago. Orange, what the hell are you doing? Why drag strangers home?

Isn't what he did suspicious?

"Now what?"

But just now the real orange panicked and the thought was to bring this person first into the house after he made sure he was breathing.

Jingga looked at her neighbor—who she did not know her name—who yesterday still left her—who is now lying on her living room couch.

'O Allah, this is to stay alone. Try there temen, I certainly will not be confused how to.'

"... Have I gone crazy, huh?" The orange pressed against his throbbing forehead painfully. "I just call an ambulance..," said Jingga after half a second of hesitation. Orange checked the list of emergency numbers on her phone and called right away.

Trrrr

"With 911 can anyone help?" truly reliable, Orange does not need to wait long to connect.

"Ah, yes. My neighbor fainted suddenly.."

"Ugh...," a groan sounded from the sofa.

"Ah, are you awake?"

"Hello? Can you explain the situation?"

"O-oh, yeah, my neighbor fainted but now it's fine. Sumimasen,"

The orange exchanges a few words before the operator disconnects. He stood at a safe distance from the sofa and called out cautiously, "..Hey?"

"Mom...."

"Pregnant?"

"Araheta..," the man complained.

"... Hungry up? Y-you're hungry?"

"Ugh.." the man on the sofa was holding his stomach while groaning softly.

"Anu..., I'll call an ambulance, okay?"

"No need." The straightforward answer came out, not sounding weak at all.

"...." okay.

The half-orange dragging his feet into the kitchen was still in confusion. The baseball bat he batted, and the orange began to cook a simple porridge. Rice the rest of his dinner he blender and mixed water before boiling on a small fire.

Because he was new to stock, Orange added eggs, carrots and celery. In the silence of the night was only the sound of busy orange cooking. The smell of cooking began to spread to the middle room.

Ten minutes later, the orange came out of the kitchen. He almost threw a tray in his hand when he saw that his neighbor was already sitting at the table. Upright, noiseless, if not carefully observed, Orange thought he was not breathing.

"...." - ".Orange took a deep breath, holding in shock as well as astonishment. Why does this neighbor like to turn genre into thriller? Orange put a bowl on the table.

Like a jerk, the man said nothing after his goal was achieved. At the first mouthful, his movements looked hesitant. Second and next are common. They are like wild animals that do not believe in humans.

Orange: Speechless.jpg

The orange saw the man in front of him eating like a doll. Sit up straight, without a sound, just moving the spoon to the mouth. Without pause, with constant.

Plus the dim light....

Ahhhhhh!!

"Oh yes," With this state of affairs, the orange forced itself to fill the silence. "When I was at the clinic this afternoon, he said you were malnourished and dehydrated. You don't eat or... what?" It was not intent at first, but once it started, the orange could not help but think about it. Right, why? Is it because you have no food? Don't have any money?

The orange does not expect to be answered, because he understands that his neighbors have contradictory properties.

Between hate but need, about that.

Unexpectedly, the man replied. "I'm not cooking."

"Oh? Why?"

"No. lazy." muttered the man and finished the last bribe.

Lazy? So you're starving because you're lazy to cook? A truly dangerous philosophy of life.

"Gochisousama" continued the man briefly and pushed the bowl away from him.

With the understanding of the orange brought the bowl to the kitchen and sat back down. The man glanced around the apartment with a curious face that Orange thought he would never see in the man who was always cynical.

The orange opens its mouth before rounding the heart.

"Hey, about that..." Orang-orang thinks for a while. "Say you don't have supplies for a few days. I happen to buy a lot of instant food so you can pick a few."

'Say yes, keep going from my place. Please.' Orange is not used to alone with the opposite sex like this. If it wasn't for an emergency it wouldn't have been possible.

"If you're not feeling well.. I can help you call an ambulance.. How?" Fifty percent Orange felt this man would refuse.

"...Your name's Mangis?"

"...Uh?" He didn't listen to me at all. The orange took a deep breath.

"Your name." reset the man.

"O-oh, my name." His name is Orange, but his pronunciation is often wrong if spoken by local people. "Ah, my name is Orange. Jin-ga's."

"Jin-ga's? That's your first name" said the man. There's no way he's calling someone he just met by his first name— roughly so he means.

"First name..," Orange certainly has a first and last name, but the last name is not a reasonable name to use as a nickname. And again. his last name is a bit.

"You just call me by my first name" said Jingga seriously.

The man in front of him frowned, refusing.

The orange took a deep breath and finally gave up. "My last name, sweetie."

"I knew. Manisu?"

"...Don't use su." Why would he know? But the orange wouldn't bother digging.

"Ma-nis?"

"...."

"Sugary?"

....asd, why so strange. The orange refrains so as not to respond excessively and nods difficultly.

"My name is Oda Shuji."

"Oh? I... Call Shuji or Oda..?"

"Shuji."

The orange tilted his head suspiciously. "Isn't that your first name?"

"I don't like being called Oda. Just call Shuji." the man, Shuji, then looks at Orange like this is a fact—and Orange should follow him.

"Aren't overseas people used to call by first name?" shuji. Behind him was a question mark, but that sentence was actually a statement.

Shuji did not wait for Orange to reply and went straight to the point. He spent fifty thousand yen. Orang to round his eyes.

Both, in a dim room, on this late night, plus money transactions...

But fortunately, his mouth was held before he slipped.

"The kitchen in my place can't be used" Shuji said briefly. "Until the weather returns, I'm eating here."

"Huh?"

"I don't like celery and I think it can be made a little light." Shuji stood up from his chair. "Tomorrow breakfast portions please add."

Orange: ......

"Buh."

Clack.

Until the door closes, the orange is still processing to digest what just happened.

"She... asked me to be a cook, did you...?" The orange asked the air. Glancing at the fifty thousand sheets on the table, the money seemed to sparkle. Like waving her hands at him.

"... It's too much." muttered Orange. Wait, this is not the point.

'Why am I being told this?'

"The kitchen can't be used?" what's that ridiculous reason? It was the first time that Orange had ever found a human like Shuji. Come for food, then leave after giving money.

On the one hand Orange was upset, on the other hand he felt a little worried about the state of his neighbors. Yesterday he was clawed by a cat, today he entered the clinic because he was beaten, then fainted at his doorstep.

The neighbor was poor, too.

"Isn't it just a few days?" Orange decided to accept the challenge.