Our Voice's

48. There's No Sign

Episode 48's

No Tanda—

...💨💨💨...

...~ Hiro Sato ~...

Yuna showed absolutely no signs of wanting to make up for me. The girl's gaze was only forward, and sometimes lowered her head when she wanted to stay on the escalator mall that brought her down. Even I who was behind him was not glimpsed.

Is that so bad, is it my fault?

I murmured, “Why did this happen, anyway?” All the seeds in my mind are working together, coming together, trying to find a solution to one of the juvenile problems that are holding us back, or maybe it's aimed at myself.

“Hei, Yuna.” I couldn't raise my tone of voice, worried it would make her even more angry.

Now Yuna passed the automatic turnstile, and we had been outside the main lobby of the mall. My gaze was diverted on the valet table with the officer in green uniform was on duty behind the clouds in the evening which should turn yellow and dim was turned gray.

I could feel the violent wind blowing around him.

“Yuna, hey, Yuna.” Many times I called her name from behind her back, until the girl slowly turned back to me. Our eyes glared at each other, but only the look in Yuna's eyes was too sharp for me.

“What?” slow down, like running out of energy.

“You're angry, yes?” I confidently told him the reason for the actions he had done to me at this moment. “Because I left you too long.”

“Not so.”

“Then what?”

“Why do you want it this year?” Yuna's hand was getting tighter holding the shopping bag whose contents had changed the small-sized teddy bear.

I'm sure the tickets we've collected before have been successfully redeemed, and here's a small reward the girl can enjoy.

”You yourself said otherwise there should be secrets between us; we are friends, right?” I flipped over what the girl had said before.

“You haven't told me why you left me. Lur”—Yuna justifies her almost degenerate hood—“lantas, why should I tell you my reason?”

“I'll say later,” I said with a downcast face.

“Then I too,” he said. “We break even, right?”

Yes I answered her statement in my heart, thinking about everything I know about Yuna.

First, the girl's face was of course very pretty, sweet, her facial skin was almost as white as milk, and there was no other sentence suitable for her other than being very close to perfection.

Yuna's white hair was somewhat different from the hair of the girls I've met in my life (although I was a typical male who rarely went out of the house, and once it happened, it happened, meaning it's just to play with Keira or read free comics in the bookstore located about 200 meters from my house ), always wear a blue hooded jacket, sometimes green, sometimes, sometimes red again—like a blend of RGB transitions on the keyboard for sky—every day change. His flaming sneakers seemed to support his entire appearance.

However, especially today, it seems like I just let her down.

Starting from me who did not immediately tidy up the ticket rolls after we played a game, then insensitively brought a bag of tickets that he had tidily tidied up, he said, and it ends with leaving her for a reason that the girl should not know for a while. In addition to getting valuable lessons from what I have seen up there, it turns out that I also got more directly from my own reckless behavior.

Apparently, the near-perfect figure that I saw from him was not like that. After being with Yuna more often, she was a sensitive girl. Maybe this is also one of the intentions of the sentence he once said when we were in the skyscraper elevator.

I'm Yuna, and you're my first friend to date and this is the truth. Because I can't be friends with just anyone.

What this means is that he believes in me; assuming I can put up with his unfriendly nature, or if by befriending someone who doesn't even have a heavy life experience like me this will suit him.

It's not logical, but I still have an assumption that this is most likely true. After all, she was also the one who chose to befriend me; her first friend was just like she had said.

Maybe he thinks I don't know. In fact, even though I look indifferent when asking something real - it actually looks intense to him, but still I poured every conversation that has happened with laughter.

I'd really like to know that, if he realizes it.

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On the bus that would take us back to the restaurant, we sat next to each other. However, our visibility seemed very opposite, like marking hostility behind a thick blanket. Silence did not make a sound, only the sound of babbling people who were busy gossiping echoed from behind my stool that felt rough.

Perhaps, I had gotten used to the comfortable seat of the bus that first brought me to this Satsumi City, inevitable.

“Actually ...” This was a word I wanted to hear; yuna's voice returned soft.

“Why?” I turned my gaze from behind the glass of the bus, then looked at her in the hope that the girl would explain the problem.

“... I'm not angry at you at all.” Yuna glanced down, staring at her furrowed teddy bear.

“What's the problem?”

“Ada.”

“Connect with me?”

“No.”

“Then?” I confirmed the way I sat without standing, then looked back at Yuna.

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Yuna took her breath slowly, then before she spoke her sentence, the loudspeaker that perched on the roof of bus—just behind the driver's seat—pun rang.

”Good afternoon, thank you for previously being willing to ride using our mode of transportation. For that, please do not panic about the phenomenon of strong winds that are outside. Currently, the Chief Coordinator of the Satsumi City Meteorological Agency, Tsubasa Minamoto has just confirmed if there is an ongoing tornado storm on the southern side of the city. Therefore, it is expected for all passengers who are outside the coverage area to remain calm and as soon as possible to their respective homes. We repeat, it is expected for all passengers who are outside the coverage area to remain calm and return to their homes as soon as possible. Thanks for the attention.”

That's not a recording.

The voice was spoken directly by a female officer, and it seems that she was also seen panicking with this event, but still being professional.

“She precedes me.” Yuna smiled faintly, like she already knew the events that would take place before.

It's just natural, anyway. He is, right, the one who controls the wind.

“You already know, yes?”

Yuna brushed off the dust that was sitting next to her shoulder that was also stuck on my shoulder. I don't know why I also feel like I'm being pushed aside by him.

“This is their fault,” muttered as he looked around.

“Mistake them?”

I was late in our conversation.

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...See You in the Next Episode :) ...