Post by NAGASAWA FUYUKA on Dec 25, 2010 19:22:16 GMT -5
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It was after the fifth speech that Nagasawa Fuyuka decided that she definitely, definitely had the right to leave.
Her patience had not yet run dry – rather, it would be better to say that Fuyuka was an extremely patient person. Her parents were individuals of the sort that frequently had more important things to do than attend social gatherings, which is simply a kinder way of stating that they were very good at avoiding them in general. They found them, in a word, dull. And Fuyuka was the oldest child and twenty-one and educated and her brother often adamantly refused so Fuyuka won’t you go for us, Fuyuka won’t you go in our stead?
Fuyuka?
And she did. Because she was a good child.
Fuyuka frequently found her parents more childish than herself.
The problem was, however, that as the night waned and the socialites probed ever deeper into Fuyuka’s personal history (asking the kind of questions that only curious adults enjoy asking young people, about school and her parents and her prospects of marriage at an early age), she found herself less and less amused, less inclined to give polite responses, and altogether more… what is the word?
Tired.
Her patience had not yet run dry, but her stamina most certainly had.
And so Fuyuka excused herself from the party. She had shown her face and shown her wit; it had to be fine; she left the hotel citing pressing issues to one important-looking man, feeling slightly under the weather to the sweet older lady who had badgered her all evening with questions, and a simple yes, thank you to the doorman. Stepping out into the cool night air and the empty city provided a sense of relief, of escape, of – she could not help saying it – ”Thank God that’s over with.”
Fuyuka allowed herself to stretch, letting down her hair – literally. Red hair spilled across her shoulders; she found two hair ties in her purse and set them back into their customary pigtails. She had her jacket, everything was in order, she hadn’t left anything behind… good. All was well.
So. She was on her way home, crossing streets, considering things that were not entirely important at the time, about love and life and a few other things besides. Nothing seemed to be different. There was one miscalculation she had made, though. One fatal flaw in her plan for the rest of the night. And that was –
How do I get home from here? she suddenly wondered, stopping in her path.
She had entirely forgotten to think at all.
Too late to go back and ask for directions, and it was embarrassing besides. No one around to ask, either, or at least no one that looked particularly trustworthy. Could she still head back? How long had she been walking without thinking? She fumbled for her phone in her purse, but when she slipped it out – dead battery. It would not even power on. Just brilliant. She must have been intoxicated, she would have never made such stupid, stupid mistakes sober, how much wine did she have –
And it was with a jolt that she realized her surroundings, that she realized she had somehow gotten herself lost in Kabuki-cho, of all places.
Of all places!
”Fuck,” she muttered to the lights around her.
Her patience had not yet run dry – rather, it would be better to say that Fuyuka was an extremely patient person. Her parents were individuals of the sort that frequently had more important things to do than attend social gatherings, which is simply a kinder way of stating that they were very good at avoiding them in general. They found them, in a word, dull. And Fuyuka was the oldest child and twenty-one and educated and her brother often adamantly refused so Fuyuka won’t you go for us, Fuyuka won’t you go in our stead?
Fuyuka?
And she did. Because she was a good child.
Fuyuka frequently found her parents more childish than herself.
The problem was, however, that as the night waned and the socialites probed ever deeper into Fuyuka’s personal history (asking the kind of questions that only curious adults enjoy asking young people, about school and her parents and her prospects of marriage at an early age), she found herself less and less amused, less inclined to give polite responses, and altogether more… what is the word?
Tired.
Her patience had not yet run dry, but her stamina most certainly had.
And so Fuyuka excused herself from the party. She had shown her face and shown her wit; it had to be fine; she left the hotel citing pressing issues to one important-looking man, feeling slightly under the weather to the sweet older lady who had badgered her all evening with questions, and a simple yes, thank you to the doorman. Stepping out into the cool night air and the empty city provided a sense of relief, of escape, of – she could not help saying it – ”Thank God that’s over with.”
Fuyuka allowed herself to stretch, letting down her hair – literally. Red hair spilled across her shoulders; she found two hair ties in her purse and set them back into their customary pigtails. She had her jacket, everything was in order, she hadn’t left anything behind… good. All was well.
So. She was on her way home, crossing streets, considering things that were not entirely important at the time, about love and life and a few other things besides. Nothing seemed to be different. There was one miscalculation she had made, though. One fatal flaw in her plan for the rest of the night. And that was –
How do I get home from here? she suddenly wondered, stopping in her path.
She had entirely forgotten to think at all.
Too late to go back and ask for directions, and it was embarrassing besides. No one around to ask, either, or at least no one that looked particularly trustworthy. Could she still head back? How long had she been walking without thinking? She fumbled for her phone in her purse, but when she slipped it out – dead battery. It would not even power on. Just brilliant. She must have been intoxicated, she would have never made such stupid, stupid mistakes sober, how much wine did she have –
And it was with a jolt that she realized her surroundings, that she realized she had somehow gotten herself lost in Kabuki-cho, of all places.
Of all places!
”Fuck,” she muttered to the lights around her.
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