The Big Book Of Amaguji

An Infinite, Empty Bucket For An Endless Water Spring

His glossed over, gray, emotion lacking eyes in whatever time frame their souls were locked into at the moment their lips touched, ever so softly, delicately said all of the words the bright eyed man wanted to say.

"I love you."

He knew the former reciprocating the same undeniable feeling was impossible, but maybe, repeating the same words until his throat runs dry might light his eyes up a little.

"Rantaro-"

"I know, I know-"

He sighed, his breath damp with melancholy. He knew he was alone in this, and so many - too many - warned him beforehand. It all seemed like repetition as the voices replayed in his head.

'Don't get attached, you'll regret it.'

'You should meet an actual human! Husks are not worth your time or energy.'

'Why are you still wasting your time? You're smarter than that.'

Regrets had interfered with his confessions before. Ten years of fake sputtering, changing topics, and the most obligatory, 'nevermind, forget it'.

"but I wouldn't lie. I know I sometimes lead myself into the wrong places, but after ten years, I think I would've known already."

This was an absolutely laughable situation if they were in public. Loving a person that can't love you back? Fairytales exist for tropes like that.

The only difference is that reality was center stage in Rantaro's mind.

A flat, thin tone spoke, "I can't refute morality, especially morality I am not familiar with."

A pull of his lip muscles upward expressed his hopefulness all too well,

"So?" He simply lead the other on, hope shining in his green pupils.

"I will take you up on your offer. Sadly, I could only see failure in our future." A held in exhale was released, flat and indifferent.

"Well if you're so certain, I would like to curb that failure. So-"

Rantaro took out two folded tickets from his pocket.

"I bought tickets for Portugal! You said you planned to go there for your studies so I saved you the trouble for paying for it. It's next week."

He handed the ticket to the unphased figure. He carefully slid it into his pocket and looked at Rantaro again.

"I thank you, Rantaro."

"It's just the first gift of many, trust me," Rantaro smirked at him.

It was also the start of a dream.

Living without emotions is like being mute with a tape recorder as your only form of communication. There is no need to think about your tone, no sympathy or empathy, just an answer with no aftereffect.

Life was so simple for the doll-like individual, not even blessed with a name to remember.

Until a human finally approached him.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, observing the squirrels climbing the trees, bugs crawling in the grass, and even the trash flowing across the clear, grassy plain in front of him.

"Hey, you don't mind if I sit here?" He shook his head in response.

"It's kinda quiet here, isn't it?" The green haired man with a bag across his shoulder tried to make small talk. Usually just him speaking drives humans away easily.