Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Special Chapter: PA-san

When he was zero, I was six. When he was ten, I was sixteen. Now he's eighteen and now I'm twenty-four. How time flies am I right? 

That's the age gap between the younger brother and older sister of the Sistemu family. Six years. Or around that time. Six years of experience between them. Six years of distance. Six years... that would dictate how they would react to the worst time of their lives. 

I'd say I handled it pretty well... Or... As well as I could have... 

While he... 

I wish I could've been there. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning. The beginning where back then we weren't Tokumei and PA-san, but Jigitarisu and Touko of the Sistemu family. Back then..., when...

We were blissfully ignorant of the happiness we took for granted. 

Jigitarisu was a kid that was... reserved to say the least. He absolutely hated school. Not for the same reasons I did. Where I would just not find the energy to wake up every morning... or find any reason why I should continue... He just simply hated it because he had to interact with a bunch of strangers he doesn't know. 

And that has led him to being alone.

The same destiny, but different pathways that lead to it. Such is the fate of siblings...

So I decided... Hey, why not give him something fun to look forward to?

So I took him out to watch some bands. Until eventually, I saw his face turn red at the sight of a certain blonde guitarist. I got to say... He's got some good taste. 

Yes, this is the first time that I met Seika. This was also the first time I met Nijika. She was so small back then. It's honestly a surprise that she's still small now. 

I kept taking him to the live house where she would perform. It would be our sibling bonding thing. We'd go out on places to eat. We'd watch some movies that we find cool. Buy some stuff Mom and Dad never wanted us to get and hide it in our closets or under our beds. 

Eventually, Seika noticed that we were always watching her band specifically. Without fail. So she started up a conversation. And let's just say I managed to set him up for some guitar lessons. 

And a cute little snippet of Nijika looking at him in a certain way. 

But you can say, we were thick as thieves. 

Which is why he got really attached to me. Mom and Dad were barely there. They were busy doing work which I was too stupid to understand, but it brought the food, the water, electricity in our home so who was I to complain?

Naturally, as the oldest... I had to be the example. I had to keep my grades up. I had to work hard, do the chores, be respectful... 

He would always look up to me. Especially when I'd play piano. You should see the look on his face. Pure joy. Just like me, he loved music. Even if he lacked the talent for making it, he tried his best every day to sing along to my instrumentals. That way I wouldn't be alone when I play.

He was always thoughtful... If only I was half as smart as he was, but... 

Back then, school was so easy.

But as life got... harder and harder. 

I found myself asking... what was the point?

I was the weird kid in class. The one with piercings, bags and dark clothing. That's why it was hard to make friends. Not that I cared. I didn't want anyone bothering me when I fell asleep my desks. The green uniform I used to wear was... really annoying to wear.  It felt restrictive. Almost as if I shouldn't be wearing it in the first place. Eventually, I got smart enough to realize that...