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Akira Arai.

Oh. Oh, God. What is it? Will you save him?

Ah. Ah ... right. Then, I'll tell you things that I still remember.

You might say ... he was a quiet, nice kid. Quiet, yet still easy to talk, to hang out with and knew exactly what he was talking about. The one kind that you'd like to befriend with because it felt pleasant, and the kind of someone you'd like to protect.

But, no. No.

He was weird. The kind of people you'd like to avoid. The kind of people you couldn't read. One time, I saw him—all bloody with scars and bites—choking a dog, and when I pulled him away and asked, he answered,

"Dogs are loud. All they do is barking. So, I am curious, how would they sound like if they were whimpering?"

We were 14 at that time.

I went to meet his guardian privately to tell him. He wasn't surprised. He even said, at elementary school, he grabbed a pair of scissors and almost jabbed it to his teacher's eye. When he was asked whether she did anything wrong, he shook his head and answered,

"No, she was nice. She has the nicest smile I have ever seen. Her eyes are pretty, and that's probably why I was wondering, if I gouged them up, would her smile still stay as pretty as of now?"

Right after that, I left him. I avoided him, including when he texted me, including when he came to my class, including when he said hi. I guess he understood pretty quick, because after that, he didn't bother me anymore.

I was scared, yeah. Such a pussy, right? There was regret, yet I really didn't want to meddle into his business anymore. I personally haven't been attacked or anything, we were basically having fun, such as skateboarding and playing video games together.

Yeah, he hasn't done anything to me, yet.

I might be ... the horrible one here.