イタズラな KISS ~3 ✔

INK3-25

Epilogue Twenty-Five: Grandfather (Part Five)

"Irie-kun, you baka!"

I kicked the poor stone in the garden. It flew far away... far... far... far... away.

I wish it would hit him!

I sat at the front porch, sulking with a sad face. I feel so hot. Irie-kun never told me that it's going to be hot here. I shouldn't wear a dress. Heh! I'm thinking again about that stupid Irie-kun, I talked with him with all my heart but he still doesn't get it! All I want is an assurance! A little 'Kotoko, Fighting!' would do great for me and then... what he did is... he teased me again! Irie-kun never met my expectations, he never is the one to save me when I expected him to be. He doesn't know that I am hurting deep inside... I pouted while looking at my shoes, even if we had a little argument early in the morning; I still look forward to this vacation. Even if it's for a week, I want to have more memories with Irie-kun, and of course with Kotomi too. I feel like my days are only a few left... who knows when I would lose my eyesight completely... who knows if that operation will be successful or maybe not. I trust Irie-kun and I have been always the witness of his intelligent brain but what if... this time it will fail? Irie-kun is a human after all. While thinking about it for a few times, no one knows the certainty of each other's fate and that is what I fear right now.

I suddenly feel like crying... I panicked after I saw my tears fall... I should get a hold of myself and bring back the positive old me... I want to be happy and resilient at all times... I want to believe for more miracles... if they truly exist, I want to be selfish and have one.

Kami-sama, if you're hearing me now, even if I am not praying at the altar, please grant my wish. I really want to see Irie-kun 'till the day that I die. Please. Onegaidakara.

"Who kicked that stone?!"

An old man came into the scene. His head looks badly hurt. Well, I could see there's a bump. And it's pretty swollen. It's not good for an old man like him.

"Hey, you! You ugly young woman?!" he pointed at me, "Do you know who kicked that stone? It hit my head pretty bad! I was on my way to meet my grandson and then it flew over! What if I stumble while climbing here?! What if I hurt my back? Who will take care of the farmland?! I haven't finished my last will testament yet!"

Huh? Kicked a stone... who kicked the stone... I didn't see anyone here.

"Fancy meeting you there, Oji-chan! What's the problem? Oh, you look badly hurt! W-what happened?" I gawked.

"You should know who kicked this stone instead of sulking like that!"

Eh? He saw me crying? He got good eyesight despite his age!

"But I don't see anyone who did that to you... but I'm sure he didn't mean it or was it just a strange stone... since we are standing on a hill. I-it's rocky everywhere." I said and tried to help him to have a sit.

But he declined it.

But... there's no one else here but me. I wonder who did that to the poor, Oji-chan. He's old already. He should avoid getting hurt.

But...

I remembered something...

It was me?! I was the only one here so... it might be me? Did I do that? I was too occupied with my thoughts! And... and...

Sono ieba... watashi wa... ishi o kerimashita.

"And speaking of that, I did kick a stone not a while ago. So it might probably be me." I unconsciously said it loud and pointed myself.