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FAIRY GAME
Copyright © April 2020. All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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"I'm home!" I said as I take off my shoes and dropped my bag.
"oh! Nobu, you're back, have you got your things packed yet?" mother replied as she give me a short smile and continued cutting the hair of her customer.
"nope. will just start packing" I stood up and went to give her a quick kiss on the cheeks before going on my room upstairs.
"h-hey, that's your son, Nobu?" the old man excitedly asked and I immediately turned around to look at him.
"Uncle?!" I exclaimed.
The old man laughed, "you've grown so fast, haven't seen you in a while", I gave him a smile
"you're right, they really grow up fast, don't they?" Mom respond as she look at me lovingly.
"Nobu, please don't forget important things you'll take with you, okay?" she added.
"I will" my response.
"I'm still glad, I get to be the last customer before your shop closes up" Uncle said to my Mom.
"well, it can't be helped, we'll be needing the money for my husband's hospitalization." I stood and stared at them for a bit as they chat and then continued stepping upstairs.
I found my brother cleaning his room. To hell did happen in his room and it looks like a dozen of people live there.
"Yuki!"
He was startled then threw a book on me, probably too in-the-zone. Haha.
"need help?" I offered while I stood and leaned on his door side.
"nah, I'm good. these things just wouldn't bear with me, they keep going on places not intended for them" he mumbles while he scratches his head.
I just chuckled and threw back his book. Lucky for him, he caught it briskly. I walked on my room and started packing my things.
I let out a sigh as I was done with my boxes. One last...
MY BOOKS. Definitely, the most important thing in my life. My books.
But... as I finished packing my books, I noticed something.. My heart raced too much that my eyes widened in nervousness.
"Yuki!!!" I exlaimed from the other room, not removing my eyes on my bookshelf.
"whaaaat" he lazily respond from his room as he peeked on my door
"my Fairy Game. my last volume of book is missing, did you borrow that?" my mind's troubled, I searched under the bed, on the sofa, the TV set, behind shelves.
"nah, just keep looking, I didn't get a hand of it" he plainly said then he returned to fixing his stuffs
"that's my favorite book" I can't even remember the story of that last volume.
I felt uneasy. Even just to recall the last volume. I needed to know.
I took my tablet from my table and searched online the summary of the Fairy Game last volume. I saw results, but all of them does not really give the ending.
(Of course, idiot!) I whispered to myself.
One result caught my attention. A blog. Probably not a summary, but I'd like to know what was written. It might be an insight, and thus, will give me the summary I needed for that last volume.
[ ... all stories I've read, they end up in happy ending. Isn't it what supposed to be? A happy ending for all? But this ending shocked me and I felt betrayed.. in a way. Or maybe life really just does not go the way as planned originally...]
Reading the blog, I finally remembered the ending of the story. It was a sad ending. I sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed in sadness of how things had turned up on Fairy...
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
-----
"I'm home!" I said as I take off my shoes and dropped my bag.
"oh! Nobu, you're back, have you got your things packed yet?" mother replied as she give me a short smile and continued cutting the hair of her customer.
"nope. will just start packing" I stood up and went to give her a quick kiss on the cheeks before going on my room upstairs.
"h-hey, that's your son, Nobu?" the old man excitedly asked and I immediately turned around to look at him.
"Uncle?!" I exclaimed.
The old man laughed, "you've grown so fast, haven't seen you in a while", I gave him a smile
"you're right, they really grow up fast, don't they?" Mom respond as she look at me lovingly.
"Nobu, please don't forget important things you'll take with you, okay?" she added.
"I will" my response.
"I'm still glad, I get to be the last customer before your shop closes up" Uncle said to my Mom.
"well, it can't be helped, we'll be needing the money for my husband's hospitalization." I stood and stared at them for a bit as they chat and then continued stepping upstairs.
I found my brother cleaning his room. To hell did happen in his room and it looks like a dozen of people live there.
"Yuki!"
He was startled then threw a book on me, probably too in-the-zone. Haha.
"need help?" I offered while I stood and leaned on his door side.
"nah, I'm good. these things just wouldn't bear with me, they keep going on places not intended for them" he mumbles while he scratches his head.
I just chuckled and threw back his book. Lucky for him, he caught it briskly. I walked on my room and started packing my things.
I let out a sigh as I was done with my boxes. One last...
MY BOOKS. Definitely, the most important thing in my life. My books.
But... as I finished packing my books, I noticed something.. My heart raced too much that my eyes widened in nervousness.
"Yuki!!!" I exlaimed from the other room, not removing my eyes on my bookshelf.
"whaaaat" he lazily respond from his room as he peeked on my door
"my Fairy Game. my last volume of book is missing, did you borrow that?" my mind's troubled, I searched under the bed, on the sofa, the TV set, behind shelves.
"nah, just keep looking, I didn't get a hand of it" he plainly said then he returned to fixing his stuffs
"that's my favorite book" I can't even remember the story of that last volume.
I felt uneasy. Even just to recall the last volume. I needed to know.
I took my tablet from my table and searched online the summary of the Fairy Game last volume. I saw results, but all of them does not really give the ending.
(Of course, idiot!) I whispered to myself.
One result caught my attention. A blog. Probably not a summary, but I'd like to know what was written. It might be an insight, and thus, will give me the summary I needed for that last volume.
[ ... all stories I've read, they end up in happy ending. Isn't it what supposed to be? A happy ending for all? But this ending shocked me and I felt betrayed.. in a way. Or maybe life really just does not go the way as planned originally...]
Reading the blog, I finally remembered the ending of the story. It was a sad ending. I sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed in sadness of how things had turned up on Fairy...
