Tales Of A Main Character 8 Chapter - 6 : My Impending Doom Or Something Else?

Personal bedroom or batcave. As some like to call it. My bedroom is not so special. But it's where I feel most in my element. To give you a short description of it. Take a anime MC's bedroom then give it a real life unbiased look. And there you go, my bedroom.

My bedroom, the most unbiased depiction of a boy's room in all of novella history.

Now, give me 20 minutes to refresh.

I get out of my bedroom. And on to the bathroom. Walking to the bathroom. I saw no trace of Kakeshi. Maybe he woke up early or he still sleeps soundly in his bed, in his perfectly arranged bedroom.

Well, whatever the case. I'm going to the bathroom.

As I come near the bathroom handle. The bathroom door opens and Aunt Mitsuru comes out.

She was wearing a sports blouse and sports pants. You know, those skin tight rubber pants. She waved at me and said.

"Oh, Good morning! Take-kun."(Mitsuru)

I replied back to her.

"Good morning to you too. Aunt Mitsuru."

She came out and I went in. Don't make any interpretations of this.

After a few minutes. I was rejuvenated. I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face.

But still I feel like s.h.i.t. And this still reminds me of the time. When there was a shoot out in Zurich. A high ranking Iranian Naval Intelligence officer died in that incident. lmran Al-Zuhari was his name. And I have strayed way pa.s.s the current topic.

After I finished all that I was doing. I reach for the door handle and I turned it. I come out of my brown tile floor and white tile walled bathroom.

You know, it's kinda creepy describing my daily routine and my thoughts to you. No, it's definitely creepy. But it's the price. You pay for being the main focus of a story in a novel. You b.l.o.o.d.y creeps.

I walked to the stairs but I rush back to my bedroom. Because My smartphone's there. I take it with me and proceed to walk down to the ground floor. And to the Dinning room and kitchen. Imagine a day without your smartphone or the internet. Yep, it's that scary.

Let me describe my house dinning/kitchen. You see, the kitchen is linked to the dinning room via a door and window cut through the wall. If that isn't enough for your imagination. It's interior colour is also yellow.

At the dinning table, there sat dad, aunt Mitsuru and no sign of Kakeshi. Mom's in the kitchen. Preparing breakfast.

I asked her if she had seen Kakeshi. She affirms in the positive and says that he went out early to meet someone.

I sit at the table beside aunt Mitsuru. You all probably know what happens next. We all take breakfast. Chat on a few subjects and then, go our separate ways. It seems the melancholy of life never stops spinning. Like the f.u.c.king Haydron Collider. Well, technically it does stop. But if something like a accident happens to it during a very important experiment. It could rip the dimensional fabric as we know it. Then, we're untimely f.u.c.ked very much.

Hahaha. Like that's ever gonna ever happen. But it could. My privileged netizen a.s.s!

"Honey, are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought." (Mother)

"oh, nothing. Mom. Just still a little drowsy. that's all."(Takeo)

Brain of a human is like a super computer. But it can't achieve it's full effectiveness. According to me, it's probably because time and ongoing life. Life's a b.i.t.c.h as they say and I mean it.

After my breakfast in about 16 minutes later. I get a text message from Kakeshi. It said in the text, "Meet me at location X. It's very important!."

There is a location name in the text. But for dramatic effect, the writing does not show it. Me, I'm not showing it to you because I don't want to. Therefore you shall only know it as location X.

Well, I gotta go and meet my brother then. Author-sama. Please don't let this be anything dumb and stupid.

But if only the Author was a great guy. But his not. He can't even write correctly. He isn't even a great visionary.

"(sigh)"(Takeo)

Currently I'm in a black background. Which is not so much. Considering I kinda hate a white background. So It's all good for me at the present moment.

But there is no present for me. Nor does the past exist. But it only persists in a state of fluctuation.

I think of too many thought provoking questions. But I must not, for I am a slave to my creator and I serve the audience.

"Well, don't worry about it. Doc."(Bugs Bunny)

"Why the h.e.l.l are you here, aren't you still under disney copyright ?"(Takeo)

"Sure em, bud. But that's what make us so relatable. But I'm much more charming."(Bugs Bunny)

"Author-sama. Please stop making fictional and historical characters unwillingly make cameos here."(Takeo)

"(frowns) Sure, thing."(Author)

Well, after I had my breakfast. I went upto my room to change clothes.

I change into a brown pants and a blue t-shirt. An average clothing choice, I suppose. Oh yeah, it's also f.u.c.king hot. So anything cool will do. I don't really care about what I wear. People are judgmental in what they wear. They like to keep a good appearance and appearances can be deceiving, you see. A good appearance and a little charitable work can make a unlikable person, a public attraction. Because that's how this world works. A good appearance is key, but a good cause not so much.

I mean, why do you think cults work? Because the public is already a slave to the media, they consume. The UGRC practically.

After changing my clothes. I proceed to my house door to get outside and I walk out of the house. Simple as that. Like killing 3000 people in Sierra Leone in the year, 1999 in one day easy or like watching loli hentai online easy.

Now, I proceed to meet my brother at the designated location. Wow! That sounded kinda cool when said, it in a serious tone in my head.

As I walked to get out of the neighbourhood. I looked around at my surroundings. This place gives me a lot of nostalgia. I've lived in this neighbour since I was 2 years old. So, it's bound to happen. But nostalgia is what drags people down and I don't want to be dragged down. This place is all that's wrong and right about me. History is not kind and it will certainly not be kind with me. Where did history come from? Who even f.u.c.king knows now.

I stop infront of a large house. The house was tripled the size of mine.

"(dog bark)(dog bark)"

It seems I've p.i.s.sed off the dog. But whatever the case, no harm shall come to me. Because there is a gate between me and the dog.

I wonder what species of dogs it belongs to. Well, I shouldn't bother to ask the owner of the house.

I start walking again. I take a few steps from that house and suddenly the gate's open. And the dog comes running towards me. So I did what any coward and a guy with no life goal or no meaning in life and finds a goal to survive a angry dog does eventually. I ran like h.e.l.l and after a few. It really seems his after me.

Oh s.h.i.t! he may be person I really p.i.s.sed off in my last iteration reincarnated as a angry dog.

Oh my b.i.t.c.hing life!

But after a wild and several times looping around a few neighbourhoods. I finally lost the d.a.m.n dog. And I'm kinda tired. I don't think, I can meet my brother anymore.

"Here, Take-kun!"(Kakeshi)

Oh, I am actually here?

"DEUS EX MACHINA!"(author)

The oldest trick in literature and theatre. Well, if I can get a cool drink in a summer day after running from a reincarnated angry dog. I am certainly on board.