บท 9: V1C8 - A Tinge Of Jealousy
(Note: "Hello" is Japanese. "#Hello#" is English)
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It's a new day.
I woke up refreshed.
I guess 99% of the assimilation is done considering I don't have a headache.
Although the 1% left kind of feels like a weak version of 'one nostril being blocked', its alright as long as I don't bring it to my attention like my breathing... and now I'm aware of my breaking.
*Haah*
I get up to shower hoping that I stop being conscious about my breathing by the time I leave.
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I complete my shower and look at myself in the mirror once again.
My hair is kind of messed up; it's long and covering parts of the eyes, the part around the ears is weird too.
And my body; I really need to put on a few kilos and get some muscle.
It won't be hard as long as I diet well and exercise daily from now on.
Hmm, I could make time for a morning exercise routine from tomorrow onward.
Might as well jog to the river bank, do aerobic exercises there, and then jog or walk back home depending on my level.
Though I should do my muscle gaining activities in moderation.
After all I don't want to end up like the main character in the novel 'I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga' who buffed up so much in his first year of high school that he could even enter a professional body building champion.
What does one even do with such a buffed up body in fucking high school?
How do you even reach the itchy spot that's right in the middle of your back?
Truly a weird dude.
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I return to my room and start to dress up to head to school.
It have to meet Miss Nanase and go through her interrogation.
It's better if I start planning my answers on the way.
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I open my wardrobe and wow!
'Hey Siri, add clothes shopping on my to-do list!'
I put on whatever seemed good, put on perfume and exit my room.
As I am about to go down the stairs, a wild Yume appeared from behind.
"Ugh Yuuta, do you not have any better clothes?"
She appeared genuinely disappointed in me.
Hey!
It's not like there were any decent combinations in there to begin with!
Hmm, but I suppose I could use her talents.
"Yeah, I know. I'm heading to the mall after lunch. Do you want to come with me and help me select some clothes?"
Her eyes start sparkling brighter than the North Star at my suggestion.
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She wont take like 4 hours to dress me up in all the possible combinations available in the store, will she?
I suppose I do have to pay the price for her consultations and let her have some fun too.
Wait, since I'm going out I might as well have a hair cut too.
This shitty hair-do is really ruining my face.
"I also have to take a hair cut..."
I inform her.
Her eyes dim instantly as if she isn't really willing to wait around.
"But I suppose we could check out that new waffle st-"
"MOOOMMMM! ME AND YUUTA WILL BE GOING OUT FOR SHOPPING IN THE AFTERNOON!"
She announces to the whole neighborhood.
The mere mention of dessert got her energy sky high.
I go down for breakfast chuckling at her antics.
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I park my bicycle on the stand and head towards the staff room.
I open the door to the staff room and it looks like she isn't there.
I head towards a vending machine to grab a juice and there's a voice around the corner.
Unwilling to announce my presence, I peep around the corner and there's the teacher chatting happily on the phone.
Looking at how happy she is, it must be her husband.
Though I an genuinely curious what her husband's doing; I mean if I had a wife that hot, I'd probably end up knocking her pregnant.
Looking at her happily chatting with her lover, I feel a tinge jealousy.
*Haah*
I turn to go back towards the staff room drowning my surging depression in juice and contemplating my previous life's choices while listening to some music.
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*poke*
I open my eyes and see the English teacher.
"#Good morning. How about we find a place to talk at? The staff room seems inconvenient for a long chat.#"
"#Sure Kazama, how about we go to the library. There won't be anyone there now so we won't be disturbing others#"
"#Sure.#"
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"#So Kazama, can you tell me how you can speak English so well? I am genuinely jealous of you that you can speak so fluently. I struggled so hard to understand my favourite movies. Back then The Departed was playing and I was struggling to understand it. But when as we were exiting the cinema, someone spoiled the movie and ruined my whole experience.#"
Haha, its funny knowing both of us are a bit envious of each other for different reasons.
But The Department was a solid movie; I especially liked DiCaprio's scenes with the psychiatrist Vera Farmiga was playing.
"#Well, its not special, I just...#"
As I was en-route to the school, I did find suitable bullshit to spew.
I'd basically tell her, I was interested in the accent and fluently speaking so I tried copying from the American movies I saw.
Obviously, I'd tell her I still find grammar and the meanings of different words hard to understand.
It's not like I'm enjoying playing wolf dressed as a sheep but I need to create an alibi to justify my average English score in my high school selection test.
Not only that, I'd have to keep my vocabulary simple in conversations and then gradually increase it to my regular level.
"#... and basically that's it. I can just speak well, it isn't like i can understand hard things.#"
And to think all this trouble stems from not receiving the Japanese Language Pack on time.
She stops to think for a while.
After a few minutes, she breaks the silence in the library
"#Hmm, Kazama. One doesn't easily pick up how to fluently. You seem a bit special and might have the talent for languages so would you mind hearing my proposal?#"
And she pretty much did what I expected of her yesterday.
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