Arata Kimura is the older brother of his baby sister Hana, who supported her throughout her pro wrestling career, and loved her so much that the two would always tease each other, meeting Natsumi Maki, better known as Natsupoi.
The two would become...
I mean, I was so distraught and so sad that I wish I could have her back, but I can't.
She's gone, and there's no way around that.
I then thought of a perfect gift for her, and that's me joining her in the afterlife.
So, I went into my kitchen and grabbed one of my steak knives before returning to my room, where I sat on my bed.
I started writing a suicide note, and after writing it out, I landed the blade into my forearm and looked to do it, but something was holding me back.
It felt like I was being held back by some force.
Instead of letting it get to me, I gripped the knife and pressed down on my arm and before I could cut, that same force was holding me back and preventing me from cutting myself.
I don't know what it was.
Was it Hana, telling me to not do this, to not myself join her?
I didn't know what to think.
After that second attempt, I started doubting myself. Am I being that such of a fucking idiot, thinking that this will solve my problems?
I shook my head...
Me: No. I'm not an idiot.
I gripped the knife, pushed the blade down on my arm, and as I was about to cut...
Me: God be damned.
I then moved my arm and sure enough, I did cut myself, and I cut an artery as I slumped to the floor, with blood pouring out.
Me: ハナ、行くよ。待っててね。 (I'm coming, Hana. Wait for me.)
~With Yuria~
I wanted to check on Aleki if he was interested in taking a walk with me, just to help him take his mind off of it.
I knew where he lived and it wasn't far where I lived, a couple blocks down from my apartment.
Anyway, I decided to knock and ask him if he wanted to walk.
Yuria: アレキちゃん、ただいま？ (Aleki-chan, are you home?)
As I knocked, the door was open.
I thought that was weird, because Aleki usually keeps his door shut. Without any regards for privacy, I walked in and everything looked normal.
No mess, no spills, no drinks being thrown all over the place, no food being left out on the counter rotting away, it was all very clean.
I then looked around and all of a sudden, I saw something in Aleki's bedroom, as the door was barely open.
I slowly walked up, fearing the worst, and when I pushed the door open, what I saw will stay with me forever: Aleki Anoa'i, my best friend, was laying on the floor, with a cut on his forearm...
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