The World In Colours

Chapter 6 || Collisions

What do you want?

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If it hadn't been for the sudden outburst of commotion in the classroom, Yusarin would've stayed in the comforting shadows of her achromatic world the entire day, looking out of the window towards her left, she could capture a great view from the second floor. The morning sun's mild, warm rays flooding into the room, washing the grey floors with the same warmth and hypnotic mellow as every other day, alleviating all the transitory complications locked within it's four walls.

She could see the infinitesimal particles of dust seeping in along with the golden beams that hurried in, hallowing the path it touched, her mind wandering off to a hundred other places rather than the onslaught of lecture by their class teacher. Without a further doubt, she had rightfully concluded that homeroom was indeed the most anaemic class the school had to offer, not that she found the other classes any better.

It had been quite a while since her interaction with Hoji which eventually led her to repairing what was his friend's 'extremely precious' belonging, albeit unwillingly. That night after they had reached the school premises, they were glad enough that the school gates were still open and that arriving there wasn't just a waste of time. The rehabilitation of the item wasn't as easy as she had predicted it to be, especially when she was nothing but an amateur, trying to figure out how to work with it. It took quite a considerable amount of time until it was finally done, handing over the finished product.

To say that it was adjusted perfectly would be a mistake. There were inconsistencies throughout, it wasn't exactly how it was before. She had polished it a little too much and Hoji was undoubtedly perturbed about it, complaining that Wakiya would eventually come to know of it.

After an entire evening of overdramatic ordeals and unpleasant experiences on her part, she made it a good point to avoid any rendezvous with him ever again in the future, and if destiny decided to play unfair with her as it always would, she might as well just ignore him.

Speaking of that, he did keep his promise with her, and Wakiya didn't seem to catch any wind of what might have actually happened, and as if a blessing from heaven itself, she didn't receive the unfortunate opportunity to run into him again, at least, not up till now, and the many times she had been to his mansion on professional duty, he wasn't at home.

Now sitting at her desk with a hand supporting her chin as she continued to gaze outside the window, her mind wanted to wake her up from the abyss of darkness where she resided, but her body has given out, the last thing in her swirling memories being how karma had played it's trick to screw her up, where she herself fell the victim instead of the other way round.

Similar to how white nose was static in a radio, like a loss of connection, or a block in the way of signals, she could feel a conclusion to the way she felt being blocked by a small detail of the past she couldn't give a name to. It was the same feeling which she received that day at the office room before the Vice-principal when she wanted to express so much more, but the clouded fear built up around her pulling her down, demanding her to back away when that was what she wanted to do in the least. Be it dread or resentment, she couldn't come to think of it, it was just a little too difficult.

But what was ultimately successful in bringing her out of her tousled wing of pessimistic opinions was the dizzying silence that followed the union scream of all the students.

"A field trip?"

"Yes, a field trip to Kyoto, next week." The teacher confirmed off handedly, not surprised at the least at the extreme sense of astonishment and disbelief clearly written on the young faces as they broke out in sheer exhilaration and delirium. Soon after he walked out of the classroom, his glasses sitting perfectly on his nose, as he carried a stack of books with him, leaving the students deciding amongst themselves regarding the bombshell of anticipation dropped upon them, eating them up.