Kara No Kyokai-Taken directly from baka-tsuki.org
That day, I chose to take the main street home. It was just a whim, and a very rare thing for me to do.
Walking woodenly along the building-lined street that I was tired of seeing day in and day out, someone came crashing down. It was a squishing sound that you should never hear. The person lying on the pavement, broken, had obviously died from falling off a building. A crimson color slowly seeped onto the concrete. The only features that remained were the dark black hair and the pale, thin, fragile-looking limbs.
And that featureless, crushed face.
The whole scene was surrounded by the old summer, and it reminded me of a pressed flower, flattened between the covers of a heavy tome.
Probably because the corpse, with its neck bent unnaturally, looked like a broken lily to me...
／Overlooking View (Thanatos) -Fujoh Kirie-
／1
On a night at the beginning of August, Mikiya came by without any notice.
"Good evening. You look lazy as always, Shiki." The sudden visitor stands by the door as he gives a boring greeting with a smile.
"I passed an accident on my way here. A girl jumped from the top of a building: a suicide. Though I heard it's been happening a lot recently I never thought I'd see one myself. Here, fridge." He throws me a plastic bag from a convenience store as he unties his shoes by the door.
Inside are two strawberry Häagen-Dazs. I guess he means I should put them in the fridge before they melt. While I was slowly checking out the contents of the bag, Mikiya had finished taking off his shoes and was stepping across the threshold.
My house is a room in a mansion. If you go past the hallway - which, mind you, isn't even a meter long - you get to the room serving as both my bedroom and my living room. Staring at the back of Mikiya, who was stepping quickly into the room, I followed.
"Shiki. You skipped school again today, right? I don't care about your grades, but you won't be able to pass unless you attend at least the required days. Did you forget about our promise to go to college together?"
"Do you have the right to lecture me about school? I don't remember such a promise, and what's more, you've already dropped out of college."
"Uh, if you say 'rights', there aren't any rights for anybody, but..." Sounding sophisticated, Mikiya trailed off and looked for a seat. He tends to let out his true feelings when he's on the defensive; it's something I remembered just recently.
He landed himself in the middle of the room. I sat on the bed behind him, and spread myself out. The only thing I could see of Mikiya was his back, which was a bit small compared to the average guy. I look at it empty mindedly.
This young man named Kokuto Mikiya seems to be my friend from back in high school.
In the midst of youngsters nowadays - where so many fads appear one after another, gain speed, and finally dash out of control into disappearance - he was a boringly "rare kind" that kept the image of a student: He doesn't dye his hair or let it grow long, He doesn't get a tan or wear accessories, He doesn't carry a cell phone or play around with women, His height is around 170cm or so, His kind-looking face is more on the cute side and his huge black glasses make that feature stand out even more. Even though he has graduated from high school, he dresses ordinarily. If he were to dress up a bit, he would likely catch a few eyes.
"Shiki, are you listening? I met your mother too. Shouldn't you show up at the Ryougi House at least once? I heard that you haven't even contacted them since you got out of the hospital two months ago."
