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The Reunion

The Reunion

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Ten students have left each other with feelings of either hatred or love. Having grown up now, their parents arrange for them to spend the summer together, but none of them know it until they arrive... (Full)

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Luna Delta are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

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"Remember those times when we used to actually be friends? Those were nice times, times that weren't very far behind us." Long ago, ten students were best friends in elementary school. They spent practically their whole life with each other. Even their parents bonded with one another. They were like... one big family, you could say, because it was hard to find one of them alone whenever you looked. Separate them? No way, not going to happen. Their bonds were just that strong. And imagine, this all started with fate stringing them with a simple introduction. Ever since, these ten students have become the closest of friends possible.

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Starting from elementary, their relationships and friendships were born. How? That is what they know and remember, being precious memories of the past, even to today. They went through childish crushes, tackling each other on the grass just for fun, and passing dramatic notes in class just because they were in their young ages. These fights, crushes, and childish feelings towards each other often faded within a couple of days. After all, they all loved each other in the end, and they got over it, maybe shedding a few forgettable tears here and there. Truly a friendship.

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But it wasn't as though their friendship stopped there. The school they went to provided for kids from kindergarden to middle school, and so they continued their daily, regular lives from the next year, to the next, and the year afterwards. There were two incredibly competitive boys who always held somewhat of a rivalry for some, a girl who wasn't afraid to be honest, a boy who did nothing half of the day, a girl who was very preceptive towards others, a boy who cared less about himself than for others, a girl who had the aura of maturity, a boy who had an odd tendency to get the ladies, and two girls who were simply bursting with energy and a bit mischief.

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Over time, they got a bit more distant, getting overwhelmed with the shift from elementary to middle school. The older kids actually made them nervous, and half way through middle school, some of the girls began to feel the need to be like the others and wear makeup. The guys began to become more rude and sporty like the other guys were. They fit in entirely well, but what a tiresome act is was. It was only after school when the ten of them met up to become their goofy childish selves again, just as they always were when they were younger. None of that silly "growing up" nonsense stopped them from being themselves like before- is what they thought.

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Things definitely began to change, whether they liked it or not. Suddenly, these ten friends didn't exactly just like each other as friends anymore; some actually had feelings for each other, and they had no clue how to respond to it. What could they expect? They were growing older? But they were still kids on the inside. It was a wrong feeling, and it slowly began to detach the group. These feelings weren't just romantic though, a few began to see flaws in their friends that began to irritate them, and some rivalries made enemies between two people. And to make it worse- they were never going to see each other again. Because all of them were moving away.

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Yes, they were all moving away to different schools, to different cities, and some even moved all the way across the world, traveling over seas. But why did it happen? Was it purposely? Was it the parents' doing? No. Not at all. It wasn't any of those reasons. It was simply fate, deciding to tear them apart. Fathers and mothers had jobs across the seas, the taxes were too expensive, some of them had to get ready for high school in schools more fitted for their college choices, already. Regardless of the reason, it had nothing to do with the way they behaved and acted towards one another. It was already beginning, see, their coming of age to finally grow up and start the path to adulthood. Maybe those ten kids knew that they wouldn't be the same in the future and that they knew things would change and happen, but chose to push it away. They had their reasons to. The thought of becoming someone different, someone you wouldn't recognize until the time, was scary to them, and maybe that's why none of them mentioned it to each other and simply stayed quiet to enjoy whatever happy moments they had left. Those happy moments died away though, little by little, day by day. The group began to fall apart because they were growing up and become people they hadn't predicted to become. This move, however, was only making the matter worse.
Those childish days were now left behind them.
After all.
Times waits for no one.
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And so they went their separate ways. What was the most tragic part of it all was that most of them left each other on a bad note. They didn't remember the days when they were smiling and laughing together on the last day they saw each other. Instead, most of them remember anger, hatred, and rivalry. Their eyes, when they looked at each other, said nothing friendly, even if they didn't use words. That's what was so bad about it. It was horrible. The parents couldn't see it. They couldn't see their children giving glares and threatening looks at each other like they were going to start a fight. The last day they saw each other, it wasn't pleasant. Instead of missing them and the fun they shared when they were younger, they remembered hurting one another, and nothing else. On the last day, they didn't say good byes. They remained silent and let what happened happen. There was the smaller majority of the group, thankfully, that hadn't gotten into fights and cried their hearts out. They wouldn't see each other again, and none of them had phones to contact each other with. This was the second half of the tragic day when they'd leave, all in opposite directions. Despite the anger and hatred in the air, there were also tears and tight embraces. It was always a horrible feeling when a best friend would never see their best friend for the rest of their life. Yes, it was over. They all went their separate ways, went to new high schools, made new friends, found new loves, and adapted to their setting within the time they lived and stayed there. What was left behind was everything from the past. They hardly dwelled on it anymore, and those memories began to fade away into nothing, slowly being forgotten. But then again, once you've met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return.

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A few years have passed since all ten of the students cut ties with each other once graduating middle school and entering the stage of adolescence without each other. Obviously, they somewhat began to forget each other, or, more like, forgot to remember each other, but one the day they separated, they thought they'd never see each other again. Some were incredibly fine with that while others were incredibly not. But years later, after readjusting to their new homes, their parents have set up something a little special for them this ongoing summer.
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"We're sending you back to your home from --- years ago for the summer with a few of your friends. We've rented you a small home for the ten of you to stay in for the summer on the country side. You can enjoy the land, and there are plenty of activities to do there and places that you and your friends would enjoy. You're next to the ocean and living on the base of the mountain for a while. I'm certain you'll all enjoy it, especially since it's been so long since you've all seen each other before." Of course they all said yes, but wondered- 'I just saw my friends a week ago before summer. What do they mean by that...?'
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It's quite obvious to us, however, that these ten students are oblivious to the fact that they're meeting up with their friends from childhood. They do not know this, and therefore pack for a summer vacation without questioning or complaining. They thought it was their friends from their school, from their city, where they lived, and yes, they did wonder a bit about who these friends were, but didn't call or text to find out. A surprise sounded like some fun, actually. When the time to leave came, they went, excited to see where they'd be living for the summer.
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When they all arrived, all at different times, obviously, they instant were amazed by the beauty of the countryside. Green was everywhere, and when it turned dark, you could see every single star in the sky. Old traditional houses were scattered around the crop fields and shrines to deities were placed here and there, hidden secretly in the underbrush. Their inner children instincts came out, having an urge to explore and look around, but the house was priority, and they saw an excepted sight when they arrived.

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Instead of finding the friends that they had expected, the ten found each other staring at their old friends from their childhood years. It came as a shock to them all, and they didn't know how to react. Those feelings of anger, rivalry, and even some of the friendships, were in the far past, childish feelings that they weren't sure to hold onto upon seeing their faces. They can't leave, however. Their summer has just started, and how it ends, whether good or bad is up to them. Will these feelings of a child come back to them? Or will they be withheld with a mask of maturity?


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~The Competitor~โ—„
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Satoru Laussen
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Competitive | Impetuous | Egoistic
Infatuated With: The Perceptive (Hiroko Miyamoto | Yanagi Takayama)
Taken By: Rhianoue
Face Claim: Rin Matsuoka



โ–บ ~The Blunt~
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Akira Saito
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Sassy | Straight Forward | Protective
Infatuated With: N/A
Taken By: Rhianoue
Face Claim: Yuyuka Nekota



~The Tired~โ—„
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Daisuke Wakeshima
Age: ---
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Lazy | Passive | Calm
Infatuated With: The Happy-Go-Lucky (Hisakawa Chinatsu | Yui Yuigahama)
Taken By: เชฝเซฎเซจฮฑ
Face Claim: Oreki Hotarou



โ–บ ~The Perceptive~
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Hiroko Miyamoto
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Perceptive | Cheerful | Determined
Infatuated With: The Competitive (Satoru Laussen | Rin Matsuoka)
Taken By: Luna Delta
Face Claim: Yanagi Takayama



~The Selfless~โ—„
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Arata Ito
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Kind Hearted | Selfless | Considerate
Infatuated With: The Blunt (Akira Saito | Yuyuka Nekota)
Taken By: Luna Delta
Face Claim: Yamato Kurosawa



โ–บ ~The Mature~
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Aiko Fujimura
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Elegant | Honest | Caring
Infatuated With: N/A
Taken By: Arrow-
Face Claim: Aika Fuwa



~The Arrogant~โ—„
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Kobi Burkov
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Prideful | Intelligent | Haughty
Infatuated With: The Ladies Man (--- | Ren Jiguji)
Taken By: Pusheen
Face Claim: Mamura Daiki



โ–บ ~The Happy-Go-Lucky~
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Hisakawa Chinatsu
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Energetic | Impulsive | Blunt
Infatuated With: The Tired (Daisuke Wakeshima | Oreki Houtarou)
Taken By: Miss Normer
Face Claim: Yui Yuigahama



~The Ladies Man~โ—„
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
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Name: Alphonse Orlav
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Flirtatious | Easy Going | Adventurous
Infatuated With: The Sly (Valeraine Katsukawa | Masuzu Natsukawa)
Taken By: NyanCat
Face Claim: Ren Jiguji



โ–บ ~The Sly~
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Name: Valeraine Katsukawa
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Mischievous | Clever | Easily Embarrassed
Infatuated With: The Competitive (Satoru Laussen | Rin Matsuoka)
Taken By: Ever
Face Claim: Masuzu Natsukawa



โ–บ ~The Shy~
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Name: Makoto Mado
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Shy | Quiet | Kind Hearted
Infatuated With: The Mature (Aiko Fujimura | Aika Fuwa)
Taken By: Rhianoue
Face Claim: Izumi Miyamura



โ–บ ~The Star Gazer~
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Name: Levi Honda
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Grade:: Sophomore -> Junior
Personality: Trait | Trait | Trait
Infatuated With: The Arrogant (Kobi Burkov | Mamura Daiki)
Taken By: Luna Delta
Face Claim: Shishio Satsuki | Hirunaka no Ryuusei


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โ–ท The Competitor and The Arrogant share a rivalry with each other, feeling the need to be better than the other.
โ–บ The Perceptive and The Blunt are very close friends.
โ–ท The male trio consists of The Tired, The Ladies Man, and The Arrogant.
โ–บ The Mature and The Happy-Go-Lucky harbor a slight dislike for The Perceptive.
โ–ท The Blunt and The Ladies Man share a brother-sister relationship.
โ–บ The Competitive and The Selfless are very close friends.
โ–ท The Sly and The Perceptive do not get along well because of their rivalry over The Competitive.
โ–บ The Happy-Go-Lukcy looks up to The Arrogant because of how smart he is.
โ–ท The Tired and The Perceptive are very close friends.
โ–บ The Mature and The Competitor are friends.
โ–ท The Blunt harbors a slight dislike for The Sly.
โ–บ The female trio consists of The Mature, The Happy-Go-Lucky, and The Sly.
โ–ท The Perceptive and The Competitive as kind of like training buddies.
โ–บ The Happy-Go-Lucky and The Tired admire each other, even though they don't know it.


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ImageLightning brightened the clouded, night-time sky as the thunder boomed, winds roaring as they swirled throughout the small section of the country side. The night itself seemed to be dragging itself on forever, as if waiting for the show to unfold once each child got to the rather average house within it's forest.

While the rain drops splashed against the lake's dark blue surface; however, it seemed like the cabin itself was still relatively unaffected. If anything, it was the only dry location for miles until one went back out to town once more. On a much nicer night, stars would dance in the open sky, their twinkles no down reflecting and bouncing off the water. Alas, it seemed like that would be a sight for another day.

Inside the summer home would be only two baths, four bedrooms, as well as a kitchen, and a plain living room. A mix of traditional and modern styles had been placed into the house, though not so much as to where it would clash. Two bunk beds were in each of the four bedrooms, and three name plates on the outside of the doors. Nothing grand, but it would be just enough for the twelve teenagers.

They'd just have to make due until the hundred days of summer were up, and that was starting tomorrow.


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Room one
  • Daisuke Wakeshima
  • Hisakawa Chinatsu
  • Makoto Mado

Room two
  • Kobi Burkov
  • Aiko Fujimura
  • Levi Honda

Room three
  • Satoru Laussen
  • Valeraine Katsukawa
  • Hiroko Myamato

Room four
  • Alphonse Orlav
  • Arata Ito
  • Akira Saito

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Date; June 20th
-------Time; 22:37 PM
------------Weather; Stormy ; Some Lightning ; Heavy Rain
--------------------Location; Bus Stop --> House ; Countryside
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Satoru just arrived on the country side after sleeping six hours on a bus that took him there from the city. It wasn't bad, besides the constant switching of partners, which woke him up every time. The first was a young college student who was very quiet and minded his own business, thankfully. The second, an hour and a half into the long ride, was an old woman who couldn't stop asking him questions, like ones about his future and sillier ones like if he was eating right. He thought she was a bit of a joke, honestly. His last partner was an oversized woman who didn't give him enough space, so he was squished into the corner the bus seat. Thankfully, that ride was shorter than the others, and for the rest of the hours, Satoru sat alone and fell asleep while listening to his music. The flight was Australia was brutal enough, then he had to get closer and closer to his destination in the country. 'This better be worth it... What friends even decided to fly all the way over here? Couldn't we have spent the vacation somewhere closer to where we all lived?' Satoru sighed as he got off the bus, hauling a slightly heavy bag over his shoulder, but not really since he wasn't exactly 'weak.' Far from it, actually.

It was raining when he got off the bus, and there was no shelter to hide under anywhere near. Satoru wasn't expecting heavy rain in Japan's summer, but what could he have expected? It's been years since he actually visited Japan, and that was when he was a child. Most of those memories had been washed out by the ones he replaced them with in Australia.

He peered down at the instructions he kept in his pocket, leaning slightly over it so it wouldn't get drenched from the rain drops. "After getting off from the --- bus..." Satoru began to mumble to himself quietly. "Head down the road to your right... you should pass rice paddy fields for a while, and come to a forked road." He stopped right there and began to walk.

What purpose was there to run when he was already soaking wet. Well, it wasn't as though he tried to look good. If it was only his friends from Australia he was going to see, then there was no need to try and impress them; they knew plenty well how he didn't really feel the need to impress anyone but himself.

After walking, and continuing to follow the directions on the sheet of now incredibly wet paper (-forked road. Continue to the left, and follow that narrow path until you eventually reach a large house at the end. That's where you'll be staying for the summer.), Satoru reached the old, traditional house, still soaking wet. His shoes were practically sponges when he approached it calmly. He didn't go inside yet, but did go underneath the roof, to at least get out of the rain and began to take off what was left of his athletic shoes and placed them to the side.

"Hey, is anyone in there?" He called while taking off his socks, and, after squeezing them dry, setting them to the side where his shoes were supposedly going to dry. "Or maybe I'm the first one to arrive..." Satoru said, craning his head to get a peak into the slightly open door, but saw nothing on the ground, no wet markings that would stain the wooden floor or any umbrellas leaning not he opposite wall. It did appear that he first one who arrived at the house. "I'll just wait for them, I guess." Satoru thought to himself and began to dry the hair that he had put into a ponytail, now taking it out and squeezing the water out as he waited.

He was waiting for his friends from Australia though, not knowing the that friends he'd soon meet would be the unexpected ones from the memories he thought he had forgotten to long ago.

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    Currently at; town ----> house; countryside
    Weather; stormy ; lightning ; heavy rain

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    At least her brother was courtesy enough to walk her halfway there. Tch, not. It was more like a ding-dong ditch, all because he didn't want to get his hair wet. After all, 'who'd love a man without amazing hair'? He was probably already safe and sound within his car by now.

    What a pain.

    Unlike so many, Hiroko actually didn't get off a plane, bus, or anything else besides a car itself. Her brother had decided for them to move back to Japan in order for her... "rehabilitation". It was more along the lines of simply resting and strengthening the formerly broken leg, not to mention repair any pride Hiro had left at the moment.

    Of course, one thing was making her suspicious of this whole 'summer with your friends' situation. Why would they ever leave their rehearsals and practices for god knows how long... But then who else could they be? Hiroko let out a huff as her light blue rain jacket's hood hanged over her head, her umbrella and bags close to her, the brunette bit her lip the more drenched her shoes, socks, and everything else got.

    The only thing that was able to be processed in the dancer's head, was that not far from where she was, there would lie the cabin she could warm up at... Maybe even catch up with her friends. Surely they'd like to know a bit more about how she was doing besides the emails and pictures she was sending out.

    Those were far to impersonal for her liking anyway.

    Slowly, looking back up from the note of directions Hiroko had somehow managed to follow, a smile grew on her face as she rushed to pull off her sneakers and multi-colored socks, placing them next to--...

    Male shoes?

    'I don't have any males friends from Russia... Maybe I'm at the wrong location...?' Hiroko pondered, a frown slowly crawling onto Roko's face before taking a deep breathe as she slowly pushed her head inside as she advanced, her annoyance slowly melting into that of a curious toddler.

    "Hello? Anyone in he-.." 'Eh? Who's... he?'
    Wait a minute, he seemed just a bit... familiar. It couldn't be though...

    No way!

    "I-... Uhm... You wouldn't happen to be...
    " 'Come on, just say it, Hiroko.' "...Ruru? I-I mean... Satoru?... Wait, no, I like Ruru better." 'Wow. Nice job you, moron. It probably isn't even him. Just watch!' But... if it was him, would that mean... she'd be seeing everyone else too? Or maybe it'd just be the people she used to like...

    Pulling down her hood, and shutting the umbrella before entering the household completely, the damp young lady stared in curiosity before shifting to shut the door behind her.

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Feeling: Excited | Curious --> Confused
Location: Town Cafe --> House; Countryside

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Typically, Natsu tries to avoid being the sort of person who allows themselves to become wrapped up in the past or the future, preferring to focus on the immediate present. However, when her mother drops her off at the tiny food place near the house where she will be spending the summer, the young woman can't help but be hit by waving rolls of nostalgia. She has always gathered familiarity about places from the feeling of the air and the smell, rather than the sights and sounds, and this place seems to have been frozen in time for all it has changed. While many of her friends moved to other countries or to further away parts of Japan, Natsu's family had actually stayed rather close to her hometown. Despite this, the young woman has not come back since all those years ago, when her closest friends fractured and fled. She is not, after all, one to relive pleasant memories. Cheerful though she may be, the girl is prone to avoidance of things like this. Perhaps evasion is the secret behind her optimism --that would be a rather unfortunate thing, though.

It hadn't been raining when her mother had brought her, and so Natsu had requested to be dropped off first at a food place which she remembered from her youth. This had come as no surprise to Mrs. Hisakawa, because her daughter had continued to have something of a bottomless stomach, a trait not lost when she left her hometown. The weather seemed nice enough, and so she dropped her off, warning Natsu to be very careful on her walk to the home, and to purchase an umbrella because the weather forecast had predicted showers tonight.

Of course, careless as she is, Natsu ignored this advice, and after eating until she was perfectly full, and thus rather content, Natsu left the food store and followed the directions to the house. It had become rather dark already, the sun setting more quickly than she had expected it to, and Natsu is almost inclined to regret not being driven all the way up to the house. Luckily, she is one who tends to pack light, even for such a long vacation, and the bags she carries are not overly heavy. Sports have made her strong, but dragging around lots of bags for the entire walk would have been a pain.

The walk, however, was destined to become torturous anyway, for as she was heading down there, perhaps half an hour away [not a thing she minded, for the girl loves to walk outdoors, and watch the fireflies and stars], those predicted showers suddenly attacked. Natsu immediately rushed beneath one of the few trees still around, and resolved to wait until the storm passed. She hoped, and therefore made herself believe, that it was merely a flash flood and would pass quickly.

Unfortunately, her hopes were predictably unfounded, and the rain continued its assault against the earth while she waited. After twenty minutes passed, Natsu steeled her resolve and decided that a little rain had never caused much damage to anyone. After all, she to this day often runs around and plays in the rain, childish though it may be, and the only difference here is that she has bags to carry while she runs.

So, this is what Natsu decides to do: run. What would have been a thirty minute walk thus becomes a fourteen minute run, and she crosses the two or so miles thankful for the fact that her track team often made members run even in the rain, so it does not cause her to slip and fall. Well, not until the very end, when a poorly placed mud spot sends Natsu slipping onto the ground just before she reaches the house. She manages to catch herself, but mud still splatters against her legs, hands, arms, and part of her torso.

But Natsu merely grins, happy enough that she had managed to catch herself before receiving a full mud facial. Some people pay for those, after all,
she tells herself, standing up. Positivity aside, she is glad that a shower is now only a few feet away. It has yet to occur to Natsu that, if she were going with her friends, they could have just carpooled. Thus, she has no suspicions when she walks into the house, and at the sight of the shoes, makes guesses at who it may be.

"Those shoes. . .Ryu-kun, you're part of this?" she calls out happily, opening up the door.

But it is not Ryu-kun, a friend from the boys' basketball team, that she finds inside. Rather, it is a boy and a girl that for a moment she does not recognize, both seeming to stare at each other.

As realization dawns, Natsu drops her [muddy] bags on the ground next to her, eyes wide and smile slightly faded due to the shock. But the smile, her old friend, jumps back almost immediately, and her normal expression is back in place.

"Wow, it's like walking into a dramatic movie," she jokes in order to conceal her own sudden confusion and nervousness at the sight of them.

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Aiko sighed as her and her mother were picked up from the airport by a driver. It had been a long flight from England and she and her mother were both exhausted, though unlike herself, Aiko's mother had gotten some sleep on the flight. Her mother looked at her and smiled softly. She ushered her along to the car and helped her lift all her luggage into the back. Of course, her mother only let her carry the light bags. She hated being babied.

Aiko sat next to her mother quietly as she yammered on about how this was going to be 'a great experience' and 'a time to rekindle connections'. Aiko played with her dress nervously, though her face didn't show it. She was currently riding to what could be her doom.

During spring, her mother had been jittery and more enthused than Aiko had ever seen her before they moved to Europe. Whenever she had asked about it, her mother had just given her a secretive smile and told her to be patient and to wait. Aiko just ignored it and continued on with her pointlessly boring existence, but by the end of spring, her mother let it all blow. She told her that she would be going back to Japan for the summer to meet up with some old friends. Where this would have enthused most normal teenagers, Aiko was, of course, not normal.

You see, Aiko had been diagnosed with tuberculosis, a disease that affected the lungs and caused pain and sometimes death. This was why her family had moved to Europe, to get treatment at better institutions. Of course, it was under the ruse that they were moving to be closer to her fathers family. They hadn't told anyone as they didn't want to worry, especially her friends, since by the some she had been ready to move, they had all been splitting apart anyways. She thought she would have never seen them again in her lifetime. So when her mother said that she would be leaving the hospital room that she had called home for the past years, to go meet her 'friends', Aiko knew she wasn't talking about the other patients who were her acquaintances.

So now, here she was, on her way to see the people who she had said goodbye to before. The people who's faces were pushed to the rarest reaches of her mind. It made her feel woozier than normal.

Halfway through the ride it had begun to rain, so when they stopped her mother offered to help her walk to the house where she would be staying. She refused quietly, took the offered umbrella and got out of the car. Her mother helped her slide the bags around her shoulders, while also balancing a rolly-suitcase and said umbrella. She wouldn't usually pack so much, but she had to account for medicines.

"Goodbye Mother. Take care of yourself properly until I come back." She said, nodding to her mothers smiling face. The woman laughed. "You are telling this to me?" She asked, still tittering away. "Of course dear... You take care of yourself too." Her mother smiled softly, but turned serious, "If anything happens, you call right away. Don't forget to take your medicine, don't do anything too strenuous, and-" She ranted on until Aiko butted in. "I know mother. Farewell."

Aiko turned and carefully ambled down the rainy, wet path. She liked the smell of rain. It was so fresh. She tried to focus on this, rather than the impending doom ahead of her.

When she arrived at the house, she could see three pairs of shoes already there. She let out a shaky breath and padded inside of the room.

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'Ugh, this rain is horrible. What happened to summer here?' Akira thought irritatedly to herself after she purchased an umbrella from one of the near by town shops. The walk wasn't very far from there to the house (she knew since she visited earlier that day), but the rain and the darkness of the late night wasn't helping. She was now frustrated with herself that she hadn't started walking there earlier, when it was sunny, and cool, and when there was no lightning.

Lightning; Akira hated it, not entirely because it scared her, but what followed it was just so unpredictable. Thunder could happen any time, and she wouldn't know, and it'd be loud and make her jump every now and then if she was caught off guard. How annoying, is what she'd think.

It didn't seem like much lightning at the moment, however, which was good for her. At least there was one alright factor to having shopped at the town nearby for small souvenir, even though it's a bit too early to buy things like that... Just a bit.

Akira popped open the umbrella and began to make her way back to the house in the dark, with only few street lights to guide her. Most people might be scared that they'd get robbed or, for those who are scared of the supernatural, would fear of seeing a ghost or a dead person on the side, crawling out of the rice paddies. Akira? She just wanted to get out of the rain. If a robber tried to mug her- No, she'd tackle him in the mud. Ghost? Sprint, but sprint to the house, where there's shelter from the rain. Dead person on the side? ... Call the police because that isn't normal. Regardless, all Akira wanted was to get back where it was dry.

However, when she began to approach the fork in the road, which she didn't quite remember very well, instead of going right, behind her, where the house was and where she was supposed to meet her 'friends,' she took a left instead, leading her onto a trail that divided the rice paddies and the forest near by. But it was dark, and there weren't very many street lights, so how would she know exactly?

'This... doesn't look right. There aren't supposed to be bushes on my left, are there?' Akira wondered to herself with confusion. She hadn't brought anything with her to the town (she had placed her things in a room at the house), nor did she bring anything back (she forgot her money), so it wasn't like she was dragging extra weight with her, but it was beginning to annoy her how long the road went when she guessed that she should have been at the house by then.

Suddenly, the lightning flashed, and Akira growled threateningly, at who? Probably the lightning, because next came the thunder, and she felt a heavy beat from her heart vibrate her whole body. She bit down on her lip and took an impatient deep breath while she found a bench on the side, most likely for those waiting for the bus.

It had drops of water over it, as the cover above it was rusted, old, and almost looked torn open. Hole sprinkled the top, which created direct paths for the rain to seep through and hit the bench below. 'Whatever.' Akira thought, sitting down the wet bench after making a cushion with her jacket, which she swore to wash ASAP, and decided that she'd wait for the next bus and ask to take her back to the town so she could switch her direction and go the right way to the house. She didn't have her phone with her, or anything but that red umbrella, for that matter, so she sat patiently, hoping that the next flash of lightning and booming of thunder wouldn't happen until she made it back to the house.

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Location; Old Cafe --> Heading Back To The House | Countryside

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Drip. The sweet aroma of baked goods filled Daisuke's nose, as he let out a sigh of pure relief. So...quiet...This is perfect

As he awaited the arrival of his treats, he pondered on the days events. I can't believe I'm back. Daisuke was tricked into coming back to the place of his childhood, this in itself wasn't the issue. The issue was, mostly, the circumstances of this little visit, and the fact he would have cared for a warning of some kind.

But maybe not. Would Daisuke have come? Probably not. Why did he even trust that cunning woman in the first place? Drip. Though it was Daisuke's fault for trusting her. He should have at least asked what the hell she meant by friends. Sending him back to this town, filled with all these people. Drip.

Daisuke could have cared less if he ever made it here, in fact this whole situation was just so tiresome, and he would like to head back. But the words of his Aunt rang in his hear: "Daisuke! If you dare come back early, I will make you work with me at the beach house! Then you will have to interact with other people!"

And that was the end of it. Daisuke no longer had a word against anything she said, he accepted her threat and that was all. Still, he should have at least tired going back (that was what he was intentionally going to do). Though he was just to lazy to do it, so he came to the decision to just stay. Leaving his stuff at the house he headed to the town, and stopped at one of the old cafe's he enjoyed visiting as a child.

"Here you go, Pumpkin! I wiped up your favorite, on the house!" The old woman handed over Daisuke a freshly baked chocolate muffin with a cup of hot chocolate. Looking upwards, he saw that the old woman was giving him a sweet smile, she looked utterly proud of her work.

"You thought I forgot? How could I have forgotten the little boy who would walk up in here with sparkling eyes, as I made my famous chocolate muffins. You would always sit there so patiently just to get the first batch! Ahh~ the memories." Daisuke glanced down at the muffins and hot chocolate.

Slowly, he picked up the muffin; taking a bite, he sat there savoring the taste. A soft smile was visible on his face as he swallowed the sweet bread. His green eyes sparkled as he took the sweet drink, carefully sipping it. Soon a delightfully warm sensation spread throughout his body, causing Daisuke to take a sigh and lean comfortable back in his chair.

The old woman gave a spirited laugh,"I knew it! There's my little Daisuke! You haven't changed a bit from when you were a youngster! You were so cute and honest, just a piece of heaven! And then you would bring your friends. Oh, how happy you all looked." Daisuke stopped sipping his hot chocolate at the sound of the old woman's words. His eyes became blank and he laid the drink down.

The woman noticed Daisuke's reaction, patting his head, she gave him a loving smile. Daisuke sat there cozily, quietly eating, as the old woman sat down with him, and talked about the past while Daisuke sat and listened.

Glancing outside she gasped,"My goodness, its drizzling. How the time has passed! I hope it doesn't get any worse." Daisuke nodded as he too stared out the cafe's window. "Wait here Pumpkin, I have something for you." Daisuke gave another little nod as he was still focused on the window.

"Friends" were they all still friends? Not quite, not to Daisuke anyway. They all didn't actually end on the greatest note, but it wasn't like it was terrible either. It was like a bittersweet Reunion, if that was the right term.

I'm so tired...Daisuke should have been excited, right? But this whole event has just made Daisuke overly exhausted. Though getting to eat at this place has brought back good memories, despite everything that has happened.

Shuffling back, the old woman held a bag of candy in her hands, "Here you go Pumpkin. Know you be safe out there. And come back whenever you want some more food! I'll fill you right up!" The old woman gave Daisuke a tight hug, before waving him goodbye. Daisuke gave her a kind smile before gently placing the candy inside his backpack, mounting his bicycle, and taking off.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just don't want to go back. That is how Daisuke felt at the moment. The rain began to grow a bit heavier and the sky darker. To others Daisuke might have looked lost, but in fact he knew where he was going, he was going in the opposite direction of the house. He knew he had to turn back around, but he just didn't feel like it. He wanted to continue, he just wanted to think.

After what seemed like forever, Daisuke decided it would be best if he turned around and headed back. Upon readying himself to race back, he spotted a girl sitting on a broken down bench. Not really feeling in the mood to help her, he was about to leave, but after seeing how troubled she was, he sucked up his laziness and walked toward her.

Upon arriving closer, he came to recognize her face,"...Akira..." Daisuke had his same blank expression, but if one looked closer you could see his eyes were genuinely surprised.

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With the side of his forehead resting on the car door window, Kobi gazed out and watched the rain splatter everywhere as if the clouds were small children who dropped their ice cream on the floor. Rain drops pitter-pattered against the window as his thoughts were drowned by the music playing through his headphones; Monster by Nightcore. The flight from Moscow, Russia to Japan took under ten hours which was still one hell of a flight for Kobi. He wasn't afraid of heights or to travel by plane and he had been placed in first class seating. The only problem was the lack of sleep he got because a small child kept kicking and screaming about how she wanted to go home. The kid was obviously petrified of flying so why her parents decided to put her on a plane with them was baffling to Kobi. Tracing his thoughts back to the present, 'Why on earth am I in Japan?' It was the same rhetorical question he had been asking himself ever since his father informed him of the summer vacation he would be spending with his friends. Really, it all just seemed strange to him. He didn't have any female friends due to the fact that he attended an all male private academy and his friends only spoke Russian. Sure they took a class to learn Japanese but so did Kobi and his friends knew they could just get an easy A by copying off of him. Whatever the reason his friends wanted to spend summer vacation in Japan, Kobi just hoped those idiots didn't expect to depend on him for translating and getting foreign girls' phone numbers for them.

Kobi lifted his eyelids slightly as the yellow vehicle slowly stopped moving. He lifted his head up a bit but his effort failed, he was just too tired. So tired that the poor taxi driver had to step out into the rain just to open Kobi's door and help him out of the cab. The man had mentioned the path was too narrow to drive up so the blonde would have to walk the rest of the way. "Thank you.." Kobi muttered as he handed the taxi driver the money he owed him then pulled his luggage out of the cab though he forgot, or rather didn't bother, to give the man a nice tip for the service he was provided. His mother use to always bug him about being polite and tipping hard workers like waitresses, taxi drivers, and fast food delivery service. Kobi always thought his mother was completely and utterly silly for thinking this way. In his mind manners should only be bothered to use when you want something from someone, want someone to like or respect you, and when your around people of higher status. Then again, many people have commented on his logical thinking and have said that it was too cold, whatever that meant.

The rain kept pouring down from the sky and after putting up his umbrella, Kobi's blonde hair had already started to stick to his forehead from the heaping rain it was exposed to seconds before. The only bright side was being out of that cab. The blonde always felt sick when being in a vehicle for too long. He would always be fine, no matter how long, when he was the one doing the driving but it was a different story when he was a passenger. If he remembered correctly, it had to do something with not feeling comfortable with lack of control, well that's what his father said. Not wanting to spend all his time standing in the rain, Kobi began to walk down the narrow pathway that would soon lead to the house, with his wheeled luggage bag dragging behind.

Arriving to the house, Kobi stepped under the roof to get away from the rain although really his body was already shielded from the raindrops by his yellow-ish green colored umbrella. Before stepping inside the house, he took a brief moment to breathe in the air that surrounded him. It smelt fresh and cooling because of the rain that was mixed in. He enjoyed the smell but cut his relaxation short as he shut the umbrella and opened the door. Though as he stepped in, to his surprise, he found four people he once referred to as friends years ago, in his midst. Kobi, now entered the house fully, set his luggage bag to the side near the wall of the opening of the door and slipped his shoes off then set them by the door. "Why are you all here.." He wasn't really asking a question, since it was obvious to him how this all happened, but he had nothing else to say that came to mind. What was he supposed to say anyway? He examined the faces that occupied the room, some more familiar than others. He didn't know what kind of psychology trick his father was trying to pull on him, but right now it did not seem amusing.

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"...Sir-.... This....Here...." Makoto shifted a bit in his sleep just as his eyes began to open slightly. The taxi driver was turned around, looking at him. He couldn't make out his face at first though, and still though he was dreaming until the driver actually shook him awake. That's when he could actually make out what he was trying to say. "Sir, this is your stop, right? We're here."

"O-Oh." Mako stuttered suddenly jumped when he woke up, causing the driver to be a bit startled also. "Sorry... I-I'll go get my things. Thanks for driving me. Um... H-Here's your money." Mako fiddled with the cash in his pocket and handed it to the driver who looked a bit concerned.

"Do you... want my umbrella or anything, kid? It's not like I'll need it where I'm going next." He driver offered.

"No... No, I'm fine." Mako smiled slightly while he opened the door, a wave of wind and rain hit him instantly, but he continued to get out of the car. The driver said something, but he couldn't hear it and proceeded to head to the trunk of the car. Mako retrieved his things and began to walk through the rain, holding his bag close to the center of his body so the rain wouldn't get anything wet, although it did end up getting wet in the end.

'Um... the directions... the... directions...' Mako ran his hands into his pocket, and then stopped ins his tracks when he remembered giving the money to the driver. The directions were in the same pocket. He handed it over when he paid him. 'Now I don't know how to get there! W-Which way...' He panicked a bit, but the street lights kept him from freaking out entirely. He decided that he would just follow the road and see where it took him. It was late at night, sure, but people would still be awake, right? He could ask for directions or something.

The few lights on the side of the uneven road led him to small looking buildings, which he assumed to have been the town. Mako visited the country side around a year and a half ago, the same area, actually, but that did not mean he knew it well enough to know where he was going, in the dark, and in the rain. But at least he made it to somewhere familiar.

However, by the time he had arrived there, the shops were already closing down, and not many lights could be seen on. It was darker than the road was, besides the dim yellow lights that were lit inside the houses, and no one was in sight. He tried knocking on a few doors, but, to his dismay no one was awake, or eager to open the door for some sort of stranger.

'It's useless then...' Mako pouted while he turned around from the town to head back to take another path, hoping it'd lead him to the house, and now some hiking trail like last time he visited the country. 'I wish I at least had an umbrella or something... Maybe I should have taken that driver's offer for his umbrella...' Mako sighed, and looked down at his bag which he then rose above his head as a sort of cover from the rain, even though he was already soaking wet. 'Everything's wet now... so I guess it doesn't really matter much...'

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"Hello? Anyone in he-.." Satoru heard a girl's voice as he began to doze off into some sort of sleep while he sat up right. He was tired after all, and for a moment, he thought the voice was in his head, that he was imagining things because he was that tired from the ride. But he knew he wasn't imagining things when he heard the voice a second time. "I-... Uhm... You wouldn't happen to be..."

Satoru opened his eyes and saw a girl he found to look a bit familiar. He squinted, wondering if it was just one of the girls from the country side that he didn't know. But even if that was the case... 'Why does she seem to recognize me then?' Satoru sat up straighter and then heard her ask, "...Ruru? I-I mean... Satoru?... Wait, no, I like Ruru better."

"W-What?" Satoru asked with confusion. How'd she know his name? Did they know each other? He watched her as she removed her hood, revealing her face and hair, and that's when he thought he knew who he was facing. "You're... not Hiroko, are you? From elementary school?" He guessed, as it had been years since he saw her, or any of his past friends for the matter, before he moved to Australia. 'No one else would call me that name, and no one else would even know that name to begin with so-'

Something dropped on the floor and Satoru instantly turned his head to look at what it was. It was a bag, but it wasn't his, or Hiroko's. He saw shoes first, and then made his way up to her face. "Wow, it's like walking into a dramatic movie."

'You've got to be joking.' Satoru thought to himself. He was already feeling overwhelmed. It couldn't be a mistake that the first girl was Hiroko Miyamoto and that this one was, "Hisakawa... Chinatsu?" More footsteps sounded like they were coming from outside, and Satoru got to his feet when the third person walked in. "Aiko? You're- Wait- Why-" Satoru tried to find a way to start his sentences. He wanted to ask why they were all here, where his 'friends' were supposed to be, and many more questions.

Who knew what emotions were going through him at the time. Three of his friends from elementary that he used to see and talk with every day had suddenly showed up during the summer, after so many years of having not seen each other from before. Happiness, sadness, pain, excitement; all those feelings he felt at once, one overlapping with another. It prevented him from showing any other emotion than confusion on his face, and say anything but stuttering fragments of his sentences.

Then, a fourth person showed up, but this one he wasn't as excited to see as the others.

"Why are you all here.." Kobi, from many years ago, asked the group. Satoru didn't have to double check to know who this guy was. They didn't end things well between the two when they separated, and Satoru hadn't forgotten their 'rivalry.'

Regardless, it wasn't a time to start arguing with him when there were other things to ask. He frowned when he saw his face, but wiped that look away to one that he would always make when he a child, which was basically, with little emotion. "I haven't seen you guys in ages... But yeah, why are you guys here?" He asked the group, "It's not like this was a coincidence or anything-" He then realized the obvious; those were his friends that his mother was talking about, not the ones from Australia.

Satoru didn't say anything about that realization, but he did grumble out of no where, for a reason on he seemed to have known.

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    Currently at; town; diner
    Weather; stormy ; lightning ; heavy rain

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    Just because the world knows me down though,
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    Try to swallow it all down, yet I can't seem to breathe
    Just a single pill of mine, nothing else will suffice
    I take it in, now I'm alive.."


    Music blasted into Arata's ears as he sat within the soon-to-close diner. Poking and moving the food on his plate with a fork, he wasn't... exactly sure as to why he had even come back to this town. Sure, he had been then for a few weeks or so during the summer prior too, but that was only to visit his mother.

    Now that she remarried with a new child on the way, he honestly didn't find a reason to stick around. After all, that'd... just be a burden.

    Pulling himself from the small corner booth, Arata dropped his money onto the counter as he headed out. It was pretty late as it was, any if he wanted to at least get out of there tonight, he might as well go now, right? Just to see what this "vacation with friends" was all about. After all, he didn't exactly have many of them anymore.

    "My phone is set on lock, and I don't really care
    There's a tangle and a knot that I cannot repair
    I'm a tragedy, I'm ugly, I'm trying to hide
    I say "hello" then wave "goodbye"."


    Letting out a sigh as he opened his umbrella, stepping out of the warm diner, there was just one thing that was plaguing his mind. How were all his old, elementary school friends? Probably a lot better then he was doing, that was for sure. After all, he was the boy who almost--
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    Well, that would be a tale for another time. That was then, this was now. He had sworn to his father he wouldn't try it again, and that maybe this time he'd actually find a reason of his own to continue moving forward and growing. A reason to be able to beat his depression.

    "...That very day, that very day changed me
    Happiness died, like a light, I carried
    I'll sleep tonight
    And hope to finally leave."


    Yeah, he knew he would! He had too. Once a person hit rock bottom, there was only up from there. By now, an earbud had fallen from the fair-skinned boy's ear as he looked around the streets, the gentle plips and plops of the water hitting the top of his umbrella. Pulling out the small note of directions, the black-haired male tilted his head in confusion...

    These weren't exactly as clear as Arata would like, maybe... Arata's eyes quickly picked back up to look around for someone, anyone who can help him.... But ah, was there someone walking in the ran, and they seemed soaked.. He could afford to be a bit later.

    Jogging up towards him, the note shoved back into his back pocket and dragging his bag behind him. "U-Uh, hey are you--" Wait a minute here, he looked... familiar...
    ...
    "...Makoto? Mado, Makoto?" Arata's eyes widened as he stared at his old, childhood friend as he tilted the umbrella towards the other male.

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As more people enter the house, Natsu has the clarity of mind to at least move out of the way. She picks her bag back up and walks into a more open area so as not to block the door anymore. For a moment, she can only stare at everyone with that stupid smile on her face, the one that instinctively clings onto her features for dear life when she is in a situation which might induce anxiety or worry. Even when she is not cheerful, few and far between as those states might be, she comes across as so to those who cannot the subtle nuances in her expressions. Of course, the smile is lopsided, a common trait among expressions which are less than completely sincere. There are a few moments before her mind suddenly kicks back into action, processing the fact that Aiko, one of her dearest childhood friends, is the one who has entered, and that Satoru-kun has begun to speak, breaking that brief, heavy silence which had hung over their heads after her dim, or she now thinks of it as dim in hindsight, comment.

There is a certain comfort in the fact that she is not the only one taken off guard by this. However, she wonders how the others can be so shocked. Didn't Satoru move to Australia? Aiko to England? Hiroko to Russia? How could they be brought here, and think nothing of it? Natsu faults herself for not realizing as well, but she has the excuse of living near to here. A summer trip in her childhood home with friends would not have seemed so strange, given the relatively short distance between here and her current home.

But these are all processing in the back of her mind, for on the level just above the surface her mind has gone very nearly blank. Satoru is the first to manage out words of proper recognition, ignoring Natsu's brightly stated comment from earlier, and this is hardly a surprise. He and Kobi had always seemed to lead the group, in some form or another. That is why Hiroko and Valeraine had both been smitten with him --something that Natsu had been rather late in realizing, despite being close friends with Valeraine. She'd always been slow with such things, and in many ways continues to be, although to a lesser extent.

Natsu is in a cross between the sort of nervousness that eats at one's stomach and the happiness that threatens to bubble out in uncontrollable laughter. Some secret part of Natsu had always wanted to see her friends once more, though it was likely pushed down in favor of focusing on the present and the future. She wonders if Valeraine will be here as well, but her thoughts, easily distracted, are disrupted by the entrance of yet another person: Kobi. Instantly her gaze flickers towards Satoru, for she remembers quite well the rivalry that had burned between the two boys back in youth.

Ignoring Satoru's grumble, Natsu merely blinks for a second, before finally spreading her smile a bit more and responding, happy to keep conversation going because it eases the tension that pulls tightly across the atmosphere. "My mom told me I'd be staying with friends," she responds cheerily, or as cheerily as she can manage, which is an impressive degree under these circumstances. "I hadn't thought it would be you, though. I take it I'm not the only one expecting someone else," this is the sort of plan she wouldn't put past her parents.

Internally, she can't help but thank her mom and dad a bit. She just wishes they would have given her some clue, first. While she is friends with all here, Natsu's gaze stops at Aiko. Her smile becomes sillier, more sincere. "Aiko! How was England? Rainy?"

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Aiko looked to the girl who had addressed her. Natsu... An old friend of hers. She was one of the closest girl friends she had. It was different to see her more grown up, though she could see her personality was still there. Aiko had always been good at reading friends emotions, and Natsu was an open book to her; so blatantly obvious. She had always been there for the girl when she needed to let out the true emotions. She would give her advice, calm her down and then show her it was okay to cry, knowing Natsu hated crying.

Moving out of the way slowly, bringing her luggage inwards with her, she answered Natsu in hopes to calm the girls qualms. "Very rainy." She gave the girl a soft smile. England had been rainy... And not once had she had the chance to go outside and touch it or smell the fresh dew. Of course not. She was stuck in her room trying to 'get better'. Of course, none of these people, her old friends, would know anything about that. She, herself, was a closed book.

She ignored the unsettling feelings she had and softly grabbed the pink haired girls shoulder, grip weak. "I assume you have been taking care of Japan for us?" She asked, ignoring the squabbling around them, hoping the others would see that they were starting a scene and calm down. It was inevitable. They were all there already, and surely the rest were coming too. Fighting and growling and bickering wouldn't help the situation. Especially if they were to stay together all summer and spend time together so frequently.

Sometimes she truly understood what it felt like to be the most responsible person around. It was stressful and a burden, but would those feelings change anything? No.

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Akira had been staring out into the distance. Not even the pounding of the thunder scared her much since she wasn't focusing on it. In fact, she wasn't focusing on anything at all. Akira was lost in her own thoughts about when the hell that damned bus would arrive and she could actually get a ride back to the house. She'd be keeping her 'friends' waiting. Oh wait. She didn't have any friends.

Akira scowled to herself quietly, with frustration. Life where she lived sucked. She fell in love, got dumped, lost all her friends and now, here she is, lost on the country side where she'd supposed to be spending 100 days with her 'friends.' What friends were these people anyways? The ones back at her high school gave up on her. It's not like she had any friends left...

Well, except those few kids, from way back into her childhood... 'Dumb ass...' She thought to herself and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, still staring into the loud darkness. 'It's not like you'll ever see them again, or rather, even if you did, it's not like they'd remember you. I was probably just as bad as I am now....' She sighed, but realized what horribly negative thoughts she was thinking, and shoved them to the side. It was unlike her. Akira wasn't going to think that. 'I'm perfectly fine without them though. I just need to wait for that stupid bus to hurry up and arrive... It's been long enough already...' She grumbled, but just as she was going to doze off again, she heard a voice.

"...Akira..."

The voice she heard wasn't quite familiar. She didn't know who it was, and wasn't going to respond if she hadn't realized that this person in front of her had called out her name, even if it was in a low, quiet voice. This was enough to make her look up from the ground. "Listen, I don't know how you know what my name is-" Akira started her sentence, about to say to the guy in front of her to back off, thinking he was some sort of nighttime creep. But that face... Something about him reminded her of someone else; someone she knew from the far past. Then, it hit her.

The blonde haired girl opened her mouth to speak, to make a guess at who this guy was, but she was so uncertain. 'H-How long has it been since I've seen him? A couple of years right? So it's only natural that we all aged.' She thought to herself before rising from her seat. Her umbrella nearly hit the corroded 'roof' above her head and almost got knocked out of her hand when she spoke out loud. "Daisuke... Daisuke Wakeshima?" She asked, but she didn't even need an answer. Saying the name and looking at the him allowed her to confirm for herself that she was, indeed, correct.

"Oh my god... I haven't seen you since we all moved away from each other..." Akira said. Unexpectedly, she wasn't filled with any sadness that the two hadn't seen each other in a while. She did change a bit over the years, and that caused her to just feel... overwhelmed, and surprised, when she saw her old friend.

Friend....

"Wait, don't tell me-" Akira stopped herself midway through her sentence and took a few seconds to process things. 'Mom said that she'd send me here for the summer to spend time with a few of my old friends... She didn't mean this... did she?' "Hey, by chance..." She started, adjusting her grip on her umbrella, "By chance, you're not staying here for the summer with your - um - friends, are you, Daisuke?" Akira asked. If he was, then that would mean...

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Mako was about to take out his phone and call for a cab to take him somewhere dry, and out of such a dark place. The country, so far, wasn't quite to his liking. It was nice in the day time, to him, but at night, there just weren't enough lights, everyone went to bed early, and it looked like an apocalypse was going to happen any time soon. Wasn't quite the nicest sight, especially for someone as insecure as Makoto.

At least, if the cab actually came, he could actually sleep under a dry and legit roof of a hotel. He could miss the night with his friends. After all, it's not like they really needed him to have their share of fun... He was always in the background anyways.

That was basically his years after he and the others split and went their opposite ways. The new friends he made at his new school had been friends for years, and so, being the newcomer, shy and quiet, it wasn't easy to bond with them. They felt bad, and they were kind to him, so they invited to him to basically everything they did, out of pity. Makoto declined their offers though. He didn't feel like he belonged with them, and honestly, he really didn't. His place was with his old friends.

'But that time would never come again.' Mako thought to himself and took his phone out to call the cab, except only to find his phone out of battery. He began to freak out a bit and began to pace a bit, back and forward, knocking on one or two doors in hopes of someone answering, but the lights were going off, if they weren't already off, and no one answered. Now he was a bit worried. Where was this house supposed to be? He knew he would never find it without his directions...

"U-Uh, hey are you--" Mako let out a slightly high pitched yelp when he heard someone behind him. He was so focused on how to find his way to the house, or if he should try to get a ride from a stranger (who he would hope wouldn't be a stalker), but while he thought about these things, he didn't see someone approach him from behind.

Mako's heart was racing from the surprise, but eventually, he calmed down to look at the person who called out to him. It was hard to see in the dark, especially when there weren't that many lights in the area. But his eyes adjusted to the amount of light and darkness and eventually made out facial features and opened his mouth to speak. His old friend beat him to it though.

"...Makoto? Mado, Makoto?"

Makoto recognized the voice, the face, and everything about the guy standing in front of him. It may have been a few years since he last saw any of his old friends, but how could he forget any of them, or the connection he had with any of them? That's right, he couldn't. Mako nodded, a bit excitedly and said with a sheepish smile, "Yeah. I-I remember you too. Um... It was... W-Was it..." Mako tried to stutter less, "A-Arata, Ito, right? We used to be friends until that day came..." His voice quieted down a bit more. The thought was unpleasant to him.

"H-Hey... do you know where this one house is?" Way to be specific, Mako. "It's... It's um... well, I lost the directions to it on the way here, and now I don't know where it is, a-and it's dark, you know? Do you know how to get to... to the summer house? The one that people can rent?" Mako paused in his sentences, and then asked quietly, out of curiosity. "Why... are you here anyways? It's a strange coincidence that we just ran into each other..."

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