The Songwriter's Funeral Song

XII. Absurdism Has No Measure

The Songwriter's Funeral Song
Absurdism Has No Measure

I was standing in front of our apartment's door and just giving stares on it while reminiscing Mugi's reaction lately. Knocking on the door seemed absent on my wit. What lurks in my mind at the moment was Mugi's terrified face. I shouldn't have told her. She's in a complete void with wonders and fears that made her pale. I remembered her letting go from my embrace and moved back as if I'm a monster trying to devour her. She even forgot to give farewell. I sighed, finally having my consciousness back.

I looked at the door again. This time, convincing myself to knock and wait for Riri to open it. I did the action, but she's not responding. The door was still lock, indicating that she has not yet arrived. I've entered the passcode and waited 'til the door beeped open. I was about to push it when Riri rushed to me from nowhere and wrestled me down the tiled flooring.

"Riri! What are you doing?!" I was shouting like I'm needing help. Like a police officer, she's holding me down, and I can hardly move. Riri wasn't heavy though. I can still breathe even with this situation. But still, I don't understand what's happening at the moment.

"Stay still, Yuru!" she said with a lowered volume. She also covered my mouth with her hand, suppressing the noise that might be loudly heard from it.

"Stay down for a few seconds!" she added.

I didn't force myself to let go, and I just followed her command. We waited 'til few seconds passed. She finally got up and helped me stand as well. After fixing ourselves, I asked her about the weird act she did, but she just responded with an intimidating stare. I waited for her 'til she made an entrance in the room, and I followed.

"Did you do it for fun?" I asked her as we got inside. I put down the things on the side table, and took a look at her while my hands were placed on both side of my hips.

"No, I was thinking that someone broke in here and was waiting for you to come home and then shoot you in the head!" she said, still worrying pale and grey. She sat on the couch and rubbed her head.

"You mean, someone wants to kill me?" Confused and being whipped by what I've heard all of a sudden, I have no place to put my belief. But death is my wish. I would gladly take it.

"Well, yes, but I'm not sure because that was only my speculation," she replied, making me want to beat her ass.

"How did you come up with that speculation? Are you doubting someone?"

She looked at me, but can't place her sight directly. "I... I don't know. Maybe, I'm just overreacting, since many people died, and some were putting the blame on you," she replied, but didn't answer the question.

"Who are you doubting, Riri?" I asked again. I'm just waiting for her to spill a name, but I can see that she doesn't have the will to reveal it.

"Forget it. Even if I tell you, you won't be able to know that person. He's from the studio, and he's not a fan of you."

"Just tell me his name."

"It's just my theory, and I'm not certain about him. Putting uncertain suspicions to others might cause any trouble."

"Okay then. I think, it's not bad at all if you keep it to yourself or share it to your allies. It's like being aware of something that might happen in the future," I said, trying to convince her to tell me a name, but she just made a shrug. I gave up, and just hoped that she'll tell me at some time.

"If that's so, thank you for worrying much for me, Little Sis. If I die, that's okay. Death is my rest of this unfair play." I even sang the last line as I pat her head. She looked like a platypus when she pouted with her eyebrows meeting each other.