Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27th, 2015 – Golden WeekFerrero Mall
Ah, Golden Week. One of the few holidays that you were not morally obliged to spend with your family. Gen decided to go to the mall. He did not intend to buy anything, but the sales always seemed to be so very appealing that he felt he
just have to get it. Even if it was completely unnecessary, which was the case most of the time. That was the reason why he brought only the necessary money with him; enough to buy something cheap and probably something to eat or drink, and maybe to take the bus back home if he felt lazy enough. Gen admitted regretting that course of action because now he will be tempted to take the bus.
Warakuma was not exactly known for its size, so Gen reached Ferrero Mall sooner than expected. That was what happens when you have long legs: you cover more ground in less time and become more efficient, thus preventing the natural selection from coming for you. Funny how that worked, really; the short and the weak died while the tall and the strong prevailed. But what if you were tall and weak? Would you be… half-dead, half-alive? Interesting. Maybe sensei would know, but he could not ask them without being into topic already. It would be very awkward to ponder the whimsical decisions of life while learning math or history. However, Gen wrote down a mental note and stored it at the back of his brain; this will surely keep him awake at night.
Gen’s eyes caught something. A guy, dropping his phone, falling apart by the exhausting weight of society and, unable to bear the agonizing fate that has been pre-written for him, gives in to the torturous embrace of tiredness. No wait, that was exaggeration. He was overthinking this. He probably just dropped his phone because he had grease on his hand caused by delicious food. But then! That would mean he needs assistance! He probably did not have napkins, or something to drink. Gen had none of those. But he had some money! He could exchange it for goods and services! Capitalism!
After probably the longest queue of his life and having bought a bottle of water, Gen turned around and saw… someone else helping the guy. A girl, shoulder-length hair one. What? WHAT?! But, he saw him first. What could Gen do now? He could drink the water and leave them be, except he could not. No. He had used his money for a reason, and that was to assist someone in need. Gen was determined on his resolve, and so walked towards the two people talking.
“Hey!” He waved, before the incident happened.
”Maybe it’s too late, but I saw you fall and I thought you may need some wa-“ And that was when it happened. It had to happen, right there, in front of the unknown stranger. For some God-forsaken reason, he had taken off the cap of the bottle, so when he stepped on his own feet and tripped, water was sent flying towards the two. Gen could only hope that their reflexes were okay and they would dodge the sudden, unintended attack.