Synesthesia Petals
Pretending to be the Best Weapon

The figure of a small child sitting alone on an elongated wooden chair in the garden. He looked glum, lowered his head but there was still a will in him. Unconsciously, a girl sat on the swing to her left.

The figure of the little boy turned to his left. A small smile was shown to him, he did not understand the meaning of the girl. Suddenly, he showed something on a small note sheet.

A simple question, but made the little boy twist his brain. What are you doing here alone? Only with questions like that. The feeling of loneliness he had just known, was it really like that?

   “Speak, why are you using notes for communication?”

The boy asked. The girl next to him shook her head. Small answers are listed on thin sheets of paper.

   “You ... ”

Because the boy didn't want to hurt the feelings of someone he just met. He fell silent again and extended his right hand to shake his hand. The small smiles the two of them showed, have they already become friends?

The little girl wrote her name on a thin sheet of paper. He showed his name to the boy who was waiting. What the little boy was thinking, he had trouble spelling out the girl's name.

   “Asuhara ... A kifu? Mmm ... Kifune?”

When the boy tried to spell his name until it was over. A happy smile she showed the boy. Without realizing it, the small meeting made a feeling of pleasure envelop them both.

The little girl asked the name of the boy next to her. He had earlier pointed out the question from a small sheet of note paper. Sighs, I don't know what he's doing.

   “My name ... ”

*Snake

I woke up after seeing a dream. My cheeks are cold, and so is my body. This mattress feels cold, even feels hard there is no soft at all.

This dark room I realized something. Falling on a soft mattress, landing on a wooden floor with a surface that feels cold. Every member of my body felt a piercing coldness in the skin.

   “Restore ballpoint pens to the owner already. Killing a literary child is not. The pickpocket I gave the money to was giving me my money back. And the dream ... Asuhara Kifune ... ”

* * * * *

The sound of the school bell sign of the first hour break is ringing. Clean up my stationery on the bench. When I look under the desk with a smart phone, I remember some of the materials I picked up this morning and stored under the hood.

   “Kifune, do you want lunch?”

I asked as I looked to the right side. Kifune responded to my question with a nod of his head. He gave me a small note of his, reading the writing he had scratched on a piece of paper.

He asked me the same thing. Do you want to eat now? That was the question he asked me. I nodded my head, besides the money I gave the pickpocket some time ago has returned my money back.

I'm happy when the money I gave the pickpocket was used for good. But he won the lottery with my money. Because of that, too, he met me at the store when I hit him in the face.

Now, my money is twice as much as before. But this makes me confused, what kind of money would this be used for?

When I looked again to the right. Kifune is enjoying what he brought. Rest time is still long, better go to sleep again even though a few minutes I use.

I realized something strange in this class. The atmosphere was quite crowded, suddenly quiet and felt silent. Some quite heavy footsteps rang out, someone holding my shoulder.

   “Our Account.”

Heavy voice of second grade students. The senior with the appearance of being stubborn, made me turn my brain to do a deduction analysis on this unnatural situation. I realized, it seems like these seniors hate me for something.

How else, I don't want to have a fight in my class. Kifune was puzzled by the situation he saw. It seems like he considers the three Senior men to be my friends.

Immediately snatch the materials under the table. Put it in two pockets in my pants. I gave up, the three people pulled me in and it seemed like I was going to be taken somewhere pretty creepy.

* * * * *

As I expected. I was taken to the back of the new school building. Analyze the structure of the new building, accompanied by remembering every class and empty room in this school building.

Straight away, Senior who has a long hairstyle hit me right on the stomach. I resisted by holding his punch with the right hand. The senior who had a flaky hairstyle, kicked me from the right side so I fell down with an unstable footstool.

The three of them immediately attacked me in a row. Punches and kicks, they did until they were satisfied even though my position was curled up while avoiding the attacks that were heading towards the vital area. Weak attacks on hands, feet, and other bodies I let.

When I intend to beat them all out. The figure of the slightly brown black haired female was quite dark, emerging from the open window. I understand, this place is the back of the Kazari class on the second floor.

My eyes are pointing at me. That slightly brown messy black hair was swayed by the cool breeze. My intention to counterattack, was instantly dashed when Kazari saw my beaten figure.

I shook my head as he was about to call me. No, it'll only make things worse. It was possible that one of these three people liked Kazari.

Another possibility is because of another problem. Whether it had anything to do with me, either they were irritated by my presence. Either someone ordered the three of them to beat me up.

Every thing I do. The consequences will be borne by me. I inhaled a deep breath, processing each sentence while remembering the moment of my meeting with Kazari.

   “I don't regret what I've done! All I regret is what I never did!”

My very loud voice was conveyed to him. Those were the words I said during our first meeting. Because he liked literature, I quoted those words from a classic literature.

Those words are my promise to him. Damn, I was quite embarrassed when I said that. Excerpted from the novel by Atsushi Nakajima, he is the author of Japanese classical literature after leaving his written work entitled The Moon Over The Mountain.

I mean shouting those words just to remind me that I'm okay and trust me. No need to be helped, after all, Kazari had known about my activities all this time. Therefore, he looked at me with a pity after being beaten for a long time and still.

I deliberately rolled around to trick them. Slowly rise up by showing that this body is no longer strong. I made a surprise, spewing blood from my mouth quite a lot.

The three people who bullied me stopped beating after seeing the blood I spewed. The condition I showed the three of them, a figure that looked weak and helpless again.

   “We go.”

Tell the long-haired man to the two people who are with him. They left me, well.fake weak plan succeeded without any failure. My gaze upward, showing my smile full of red liquid.

The attack I received didn't hurt anymore. After all, avoiding any attacks that lead to vital areas accompanied by feigning weakness was a good plan. Therefore, the three of them will not bother me anymore.

Somehow if I beat them all out. Other problems will re-emerge, which is why I reduce the level of problems that will arise later.

   “Uhh acid, plum fruit and clover leaves are useful as well.”

There's a reason why my habit of sleeping in chemistry is effective. One of them is a lesson on the usefulness of every natural substance contained in plants. I used the ingredients under the table to make a liquid as red as blood.

What I put in my mouth were some natural ingredients. Red perilla leaves when mixed with vinegar, it will turn dark black. In other words, if chewed together with small acidic leaves such as clover leaves or plums that contain oxalic acid.

Ingredients I have chewed. It will turn into a red liquid. This science I got in biology and chemistry.

   “For now ... ”

I'll leave this place soon. Heading to the sink that was near here, cleaned the red liquid on my face. After returning to class, the students in my class were astonished because they thought that I would be bullied.

But the truth is like that. But with the analysis and the situation that has been predicted. All of that will go extinct and become mere nonsense talk.

When sitting in a sleeping position on a bench. My smart phone kept under a vibrating bench received an incoming message. There was a message from my mother and Kazari.

You all right? What's with the blood you spewed so much? I will repay the three of them.

That's the message from Kazari. I replied to the message in the form of prevention, after all the three Seniors have been resolved safely without involving anyone else.

And the message from my mother was a small request. As expected, maybe I should carry it out?

To Be Continue ....