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Current Date: September 3, 2058
Character: Kojiro Fukai
Race: Elf – Snow
Age: 92, physically about 30
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
To everyone’s great surprise—but not truly—I am a loner, or perhaps the better term here is that I was a loner. Even my parents were not very big on socializing, it seems, and they never forced me to socialize either. A thing I don’t know whether or not to be grateful for. I remember watching other kids playing together and feeling no true desire to join them in their games. I was fine on my own.
I’m well aware that this is possibly not the greatest way for a child to grow up, but I don’t think that this impacted me in a negative way. I’ve made it this far in life and I’ve made my way where I know I belong, that is all, isn’t it? When it came to Raiden, I think we just did our best to make sure that he did socialize with others, however. We didn’t so much force him and it was closer to gentle nudges so he would have friends and he’d know that there were other things out and about in the world.
I still took time to take him out and about beyond the walls of Atheria when he was young. It seemed like something that needed to be done. He could learn about the world beyond the walls that made up our safety and I think it just added a layer more to the wonderful man he turned out to be. Often enough, however, when he was old enough to be in school, I would find myself roaming the city streets. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I knew every nook and cranny even without really needing to go look for them.
There is one strange memory that clings to me about these walks that has surfaced recently and perhaps so because I have found, through the system, a collection of rolls of tapes. However, I believe the proper term for what they used to be is washi. It was the design on them—cats, mostly; cats and moons, and bats—that brought that memory to the surface.
I do recall, even though it is quite faint now, that there was an afternoon during which I had gone to pick Raiden back up from school. On that walk, I came across a little home that looked so very different from what I knew it always did and it made me pause for a few moments until I realized why. Somehow, from the ground up, all the way to the top of that first—and only—floor, somehow, someone had put stickers on the house. Not just a few, either. There were enough stickers that you could spot them easily without having to search for the next one.
There were some of all sizes, even from afar I could see some that looked to be as big as my head but some that were a fraction of the size. I remember the owner coming out as I was finally moving on, coming out and crying out about how long cleaning all of these stickers up would take. So clearly, this hasn’t been done by the owners themselves and it seemed as though whoever had done it, hadn’t stuck around to find out the result of their little game. Or prank, or whatever it was that this would have been called.
Our walk back home took us through a different, shorter route, so I didn’t get to see any more of the whole thing, and it was fine by me. Truly, the whole thing had no sway on my life, and I suppose it really only left a bit of a mark on me because it was so different from what I do usually encounter, in the end. Life has a way of showing you things that might not hold much meaning to you at the point it is happening, but it still might come back to you later on.
I walked by that house a few days later and the stickers were all gone. I can’t imagine the time it took for them to remove everything or how much it might have cost them to get it done. It’s hard to see and yet, it hardly matters. What matters is that I do remember thinking that some people were clearly a little strange in their hobbies and this was coming from someone like me. I know I’m far from anyone’s definition of normal and I’m all right with that.
Maybe I’ll get the washi. Use it to decorate something or others. Maybe as a border in some of the books I’ve used for transcribing. It certainly would be different from the norm, but we’re all allowed to change, aren’t we?