Misaki 02 EN

Chapter 2: The day I decided to raise her.

It’s morning. It has become morning already.

That kid was left behind here for about 24 hours already.

“……Just what is that shitty bitch thinking seriously.”

I get my body up, moving my line of sight from the ceiling to the kid while holding my head. The kid that is sitting beside the window with sleepy-looking eyes look back at me.

……Or maybe, is that bitch dead serious?

She’s just a friend I played around with for a bit in junior high, Isn’t saying “Take it” just some prank?

There’s no way…… fuck, I’m getting mad. And also hungry. I didn’t eat anything at all yesterday, for real.

“Oi brat, is there anything ya wanna eat?”

“……”

This kid has some guts trying to ignore me, and still looking me dead in the eye…… or, maybe she’s waiting for that?

“Misaki, is there anything ya wanna eat?”

“……Rice.”

So my guess was correct after all. If I didn’t call her by her name she won’t react, what a troublesome kid. And, what’s with that rice? is just white rice fine?

(T/N: saying rice/having rice in Asian usually mean having a meal since rice is a staple food here)

Well fine, I’ll just get some convenice store’s food any….. wait a sec, do I even have money left? ……In my wallet there’s only a 1,000 yen bill and some coins left, there’s still 6 days left until I get my monthly pay again.

“Misaki, can you eat rice beef bowl?”

“…….Rice beef bowl?”

She tilts her head as if she don’t really know about it.

“Just how old are you right now?”

“……Five.”

Are you kidding me that 5 years old kid doesn’t know what Rice beef bowl is?

“It’s rice and meat in a bowl. Wanna eat?”

“……Meat, like.”

So she’ll eat it. And more over, that’s the first time I’ve seen her smile. If 300 yen can buy a smile like that then I’ll consider it dirt cheap really.

That aside, I have to find a gig.

Fuck this shit. If there’s no need to feed the kid I can live for 6 days easily…… Just remember you bitch next time I found you you’ll regret it.

The kid left the room, quick and decisively, and taking a deep breath outside. The sky outside seems like it’s puffing out smokes, so I also feel like to smoke too and reaching my hand in my pocket. (T/N maybe he means clouds?)

“Hell, only 5 left huh.”

One puff per day is obviously a torture.

That fucking bitch, make sure you remember this.

We walked to the Rice beef bowl shop while I’m feeling really mad, At the shop I ordered a chair for kid, and two Rice beef bowl one mini size and one medium size for 290 yen and 350 yen respectively. After a while, both the chair and the food has been served, the kid that’s sitting on the kid’s chair is looking at the chopsticks blankly not doing anything.

“The hell are you doing, Hurry up and eat.”

“……”

She nods while gripping the chopsticks tightly, and start stabbing it into Rice beef bowl just like that.

“Don’t you even know how to use the chopsticks?”

“……Un” (T/N saying Un in asian culture is like nodding or agreeing, a short and useful word.)

“Are you kidding me……”

I called the waiter while clicking my tongue, and ask for a kid’s spoon. Then I handed it to the kid, I’m really worried while watching her wondering if she even know how to use a spoon or not. And as I expected, she knows how to use spoon after all.

“……Hot.”

She scoop out the Rice beef bowl into her spoon and eat it, and immediately spit it out after. I thought that was stupid of her but still keep watching, the kid grab the spoon and eat it again.

She shut her eyes tight, while slowly moving the spoon out of her straight-shaped mouth. (T/N author use the word ” “一” letter shaped mouth” which basically is a straight but it sounded really stupid when translating to English)

“……Delish.”

She said happily, and continue to eat her portion.

While thinking that she’s a strange kid, I also start to eat my own Rice beef bowl. I didn’t think it’s delicious or anything.

Seem like the kid is full now after she ate it for a bit saying “……Too much”. And of course I devoured her leftovers. I ate for a total of 550 yen worth of Rice beef bowl, after sending the kid back to my room, I contact my acquittance via public telephone to get a day labour gig.

At 3.00 p.m, I get picked up into the truck for house moving, then received the uniform from my driver friend, changed my clothes in the luggage space while the truck is moving. After that I worked restlessly moving packages countless of times while turning my anger for that bitch into the strength to continue working hard.

……What do I even do if she seriously did not come back to pick the kid up?

And immediately while I’m thinking to myself, I snapped back to reality after I was touched from behind.

My bad, I was distracted for a bit. While I was about to say that, a loud voice has my mouth shut.

“I’m so sorry!”

A-ah, there is a weak-looking newbie standing there, and sure enough the stuff he’s carrying is on the floor. My deepest condolences for the fragile stuff inside that cardboard box……Wait, is that my fault? No no no that’s not my fault surely it’s this guy fault for not looking ahead of him.

“Well you know. Just apologize properly.”

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Go apologize to the house owner not me……”

I hold the package in one hand, scratching my head with another while the house owner’s angry yelling echoes into my ears.

“Don’t fuck around, what are you even doing!”

Uwaa, he seem like a goddamn kid……wait, isn’t he in the early twenties just like me? Well, it’s his mental age that is the problem. Sure I’d get angry too if my stuff is broken, but I won’t yell like this. Not like I had any stuff in the first place though. For the time being, you have my greatest sympathy you weak-looking dude.

“What are you going to do about this, oi, spit it out!”

The man with kid’s heart say it out loud. Seem like he’s really pissed off, is the stuff inside really that important?

I understand that anyone would be angry, actually it’s our fault after all so you can yell all you like but then, that man raised his hand up high so I had to stepped in unwillingly. Even if it’s just a bit but it’s still my fault.

“Well well, our company will compensate you anyway so, just stop at here.”

“That’s not the problem you moron!”

I grabbed his arm that’s flailing around, being noisy.

“Even if you scream to the top of your lung your broken stuff won’t glue itself together. Just get over it you fucking kid.”

“You shit, are you fucking with me? What’s that fucking attitude of yours, I’m the customer here.”

“I’m on a gig here so even if you say you’re the customer I don’t give a shit. Anyway just get over it. We’ll give you compensation anyway, it’s good enough isn’t it.”

Good grief, I had to say all that just to make him shut up.

And instead of a reply what I got is a fist straight to my face.

Receive that without any guarding make my mouth full of the taste of blood.

“It’s an eye for an eye you know……”

My kick sent that fucking kid flying straight to the wall few meters away, while I was checking if my head is still okay or not.

“……Haa, with this I can’t do any moving gigs anymore huh”

Feeling tired, I dropped the packages I was holding onto the floor. It made a dull sound.

And I met the dude’s eyes beside me who’s shivering all over, he was so shocked that his shoulder just won’t stop moving.

“Just tell ’em it’s my fault, convince them. Well then see ya, just be careful next time.”

With that cool line, Taking advantage while boss is in the toilet, I flee the scene relaxedly.

……Fucking hell, I was just working hard.

I get back to my room after walking a few kilometers while regretting venting my anger on the random utility pole, And then the kid that is sitting beside the window met my eyes.

……She’s still not coming to pick her up huh.

I kept the door open, and looked outside.

The sun has gone completely, which mean it’s the second night that the kid was left here.

I sigh loudly while getting back in my room, then the kid said something in low voice.

“……Back.”

Don’t just stop at that, I don’t know whether you’re saying welcome back or scumbag. (T/N it’s a pun, she said “oka” which should mean “Okaeri” (welcome back) and he’s confused if it also means “Okaa-san” (mom) but I changed the pun to fit in english)

“Here, your dinner.”

Of course I don’t have any money. I thing I handed to the kid was some plastic bottles washed, and refilled with free tap water. Well, it’s better than having nothing to drink or eat at all.

“……Thank you.”

Why the hell is this kid making a happy face. Far from being scared by me, she still smile like it’s nothing, what a brave kid. Or is it because of my girly face?

That aside, to be that thankful for just some water is a bit……

“Hey kid just what do you usually eat.”

While muttering to myself, I grabbed another plastic bottle and drank all of it. The water made my wound in my mouth hurt a bit.

“……Table”

“Ah?”

“……Sometimes, table, on top, eat.”

Just what the hell was that, some kind of code? Or does this kid think I’m stupid and trying to mess with me? You’re brave one, well let’s just try to solve it shall we.

From the context of our conversation, If I have to guess It’ll be about eating, so its meaning would be about meals. I said “What do you usually eat.” first, so naturally she’d reply to my question.

To sum it up, This kid sometimes eat on top of the table.

“……Wait wait, there’s just no way in hell.”

Let’s just give it some thought first. The thing about on top of table, it basically means the stuff on top of the table. But, it also means that she normally didn’t get to participate in eating something on top of the table. So for that kid, It mean she had to get something on top of the table to eat by her own. And the reason is, her parent didn’t give her anything. So to sum it up, the answer is. (T/N: this line is really confusing.)

“You sometimes eat the stuff that’s left on the table.”

My guess was correct, the kid nods.

I was about to brag to her “Hyahhoi Just look at my flawless problem-solving minds” but, I don’t feel like it anymore. It’s just not a fun joke. Well, it doesn’t sound like a joke in the first place. That’s also the reason why she doesn’t even know how to use chopsticks after all.

“……Mom, always, Masa-kun.”

Oi oi, leaving a kid and go play with some guys on your own like this it’s not just at the level of scumbag anymore you shitty bitch. Seriously, I feel bad for this kid. From a shitty fucking parent to a fucking scumbag on the bottom of society, and had to live her life in a dirt cheap shabby apartment getting stonger day by day from now on like this it’s not just living life on hard mode anymore. Well even if I was just saying she’s got abandoned jokingly, it seem like it’s a reality now.

That’s what I understand, Still I had no responsibilities to take care of whatsoever.

While wondering why the kid was staring at me so intensely, I shut my eyes.

Feeling a bit tired, my sleepiness slowly creeping in.

I saw a dream.

I saw a distant past memory.

There was me, and my mom was also there.

She’s looking at me, saying something in desperate voice.

Me at that time was expressionless as always, sending the same reply to her.

Eventually it seem like she gave up, and muttered something.

You’re the worst, seriously ――

It’s morning. It has become morning again.

My mouth hurts a bit, maybe because I didn’t take care of it at all.

“……Fucking shit”

The first word in the morning is already a swear.

It’s because of that fucking kid story that I saw a weird dream, it’s just the worst fucking morning ever.

“……Ah? What’s this”

While biting my lip furiously, I feel something weird on my cheek.

When I place my hand on it, it feels like there’s something plastered on top of my cheek.

“Is that……Adhesive plaster? Why is it here?”

And immediately after questioning that, my eyes met with the shitty kid’s that’s sitting beside the window.

…….This kid really.

“Oi kid, just what is this.”

“…….”

“Misaki, Just what the hell is this.”

“……You had, wound.”

“So it’s you huh. Oi, just where did you get this from?

“……?”

“Where the hell did you steal this from?”

“……That’s not it.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!”

“……No.”

Whoops almost there, she seem like she’s about to cry right now.

Shit, It’s all because of that weird dream I saw. Wherever this kid steals from it’s not really my problem. But why, why I’m this mad right now……

“…….Um”

“Aaahh?”

I heard a woman’s voice so I turned around to take a look at, in front of the opened door is a frightened plain looking woman with black hair and glasses standing there.

This woman, If I remember correctly she lives in the next door……

“What do you want.”

“……That girl, didn’t steal anything.”

“Aah?”

“T-T-, That, I g-, give it to her. Yes.”

“You did?”

When I take a look at the kid, she nods back.

I turned back to the plain looking girl, and asked.

“Why do you do this.”

“Uhhh Ummm, So yesterday yes, it was at midnight yes? That girl, She said you had wounds, Yes…… And that, Uhhh”

“Speak properly I don’t understand you.”

“Uhhhh, that’s why, I give it to her, she didn’t steal anything really!”

“Is that so.”

“Umm, I heard some voice, so that’s why I came here.”

“I didn’t ask, now just get out already.”

“Ye-, Yes, please excuse me!”

Leaving the door open, she fled the scene hurriedly.

And with the wind blowing in from the door, I start assessing my situation for a bit with my head clearer than before.

“……Even if you leave it like this it’ll just heal itself anyway.”

That was the word, the word that I said to the kid.

It just slipped my mouth just like that, so I didn’t say anything anymore.

……Ah-ah, so lame. Why am I even acting like a kid anyway.

I stand up while sighing, and when I was about to close the door, that fucking kid cough.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going to close the door right now.”

After I closed the door, I heard a “BAM” noise. While I was wondering if I accidentally slamming the door, I just noticed that the noise come from behind me so I truned around. And there, The kid is collapsed on the floor

“Oi, What happened?”

I get close to her, and getting her body up.

She’s sweating a lot, and also having a hard time breathing.

“Are you all right?”

And instead of a reply, she coughs.

Her body temperature is so high that I can feel it through her clothes, Anyway this is some serious situation.

……What do I do?

Taking her to the hospital would be the safest option. But, after that what do I do? If this kid is really abandoned, when the hospital know about her situation they’ll call the police. Then I’ll have a friendly talk with the police, getting her into a nice comfy happy orphanage.

The hell, then there’s really nothing to worry about isn’t it. That’s the solution. rather than living here with me, or going back to that bitch, growing up in a nice and safe orphanage is ways better than other options. At least, the state will protect her at the minimum coverage of protection.

There’s a big difference between the minimum and the lowest.

Which one is better there’s no need to really give it a thought.

And that, that is what I know that’s for the best.

“……is, all, right.”

“Don’t force yourself, just go to sleep already.”

The kid moves her hand weakly, and touched my cheek.

“……Wound, hurt?”

I’m at loss for word.

When she said is all right she’s not talking about herself.

She is asking that to me. She asked me that, bacause she’s worried about me.

The hell is wrong with this kid, why is she still worrying about others in this state?

No matter how you think about it normally people would just curse and scream at the world which they held so much grudges at. And yet, why is she……

……Is it really okay?

“Like I said earlier”

……No no no there’s nothing a failure like me can do.

“Just leave it alone, it’ll heal by itself.”

……There’s no way in hell a person like me can raise a kid. I don’t even have the money to visit the hospital. Calm down me, Being symphatic like this is meaningless. I should just throw these thoughts away. I can’t do anything about it anyway.

I can’t do anything abo―― don’t fuck with me. Who the fuck decided that it should be that way.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital right now. Just hold on for a bit longer.”

I piggyback the kid and stands up, then rushed out of the room. The reason why I did that was simple, it’s because I’m very angry right now. Because of that shitty dream I had in the morning, I start to reminiscing the old days of mine.

“Fucking shit! Don’t you dare underestimate me!”

I too understand it a bit, this kid’s feelings.

Had to endure to make their parents happy, Had to endure when you’re not happy. But because you’re powerless, no matter what you do it’ll just be in vain.

But even that, would you just live without doing nothing?

Even if you know it’s sure to be a failure, would you still just give up before even doing it?

Don’t fuck with me…… being like that, I won’t allow it.

“Very well, I’m going to do it.”

I run through the town in my full power while giving the kid piggback ride.

Those stupid onlookers on the way looked at us with some suspicion, but I don’t care and just run straight to the hospital.

“Listen up! Misaki!”

Maybe this course of action is too selfish of me.

Give her a helping hand, just because I feel sympathetic to her, that’s really sad you know. And in all, she still get tossed around to me and had to endure living again.

But, what’s wrong in that?

I’ve lived doing things selfishly for so long.

I don’t really know what’s right and what’s wrong.

For me, I just do the thing I want to do.

“I’m going to raise you now! I’m gonna make you the happiest in the world, so brace yourself!”

And I ran without any reply from her just like that until I reached the hospital

Still, I think my words has reached her.

Whether she understand it or not is still unknown, but first of all, I’ve decided.

After I’ve sent the kid to the doctor, I told the receptionist “I’ll come pick her up tomorrow, so please take a good care of her.” without waiting for her to reply, then I rushed out of the hospital.

While panting a lot I found the public telephone, then I pick the receiver up.

“……It’s me.”

“It’s me you said…… is that Ryousei? You fucker really did it, again and aga――”

“I beg you! Please give me any job you had right now!”

“……You beg? It’s the first time I heard you said something like that. Did anything happened?”

“It’s none of your business, just give me a job already. I need money, for the kid.”

“……Hah, I don’t really understand it but, well fine. Come to the usual train station, one hour after this.”

“The station it is, I got it!”

Placing the receiver, I run out of the telephone booth.

So first of all, the money.

I don’t really know how much medical treatment costs, for just a kid about 10,000 yen should be enough, I supposed. Right now I had so many question piled up together, so much so that I don’t even know what’s the question anymore……

“……The hell, isn’t this pretty interesting.”

Tendou Ryousei, 23 years old.

A human on the lowest floor of society that live in a dirt cheap apartment with monthly rent of 10,000 yen.

A human that’s satisfied with his lifestyle so far, not really wanting anything special in his life.

But, looks like he was wrong.

So anyway.

That day, I’ve decided that I’m going to raise Misaki.

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Hopes you enjoy this chapter! Take me a while to translate all of this. I think I can’t do 1 chapter per day yet.

I want to make a footnote instead of putting T/N in between the paragraph since it interrupt reading experience but I don’t really know how to code so yeah, gonna be a while until I implemented it on my website.

Since this is a free wordpress package I’m using I can’t use any plugins at all. Sad.

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