[Drabble] How Bright This World's Sky (Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei)
Title: How Bright This World's Sky
Characters: Itoshiki Nozomu/Fuura Kafuka
Wordcount/Rating: 300+ words / PG
Summary: In despair, he finds hope.
Author's Notes: This may not make sense unless you've watched episode 1. Times listed at the bottom for draft in longhand. This was an exercise in speed writing.
He hated this world. There was no point in living any more. He had bought ten coils of rope, because rope wasn't all that easy to buy and it was cheaper to buy in bulk.
Why was he reduced to buying his suicide rope in bulk anyway? What kind of world was this? That was why he wanted to die.
He would do it at sunrise. It was too cold dying at night, and he wanted to see the sun once more before he went. The sun was the only thing that remained constant in life, nowadays. He'd hoped for the typhoon that had been supposed to hit on Monday--had spent the entire day watching women cavort on the beach in their too-tight, too-tiny swimsuits and their wet shining skin.
He'd been in paradise, and all he could think of was the typhoon that wasn't there. What hopelessness--he couldn't even die because of a typhoon that wouldn't come.
Well, the sun would rise tomorrow. He would look at the sun one last time, and then go. And if the sun didn't rise tomorrow, well then; after all, it was useless to expect good things to happen. It would be a fitting end, dying in darkness. A hopeless end to a hopeless life.
***
He hadn't expected her.
He hadn't expected the weight suddenly pulling down on his legs, nor the crushing-tugging-tightly feeling (I'm going to die) or the wild flailing, noise-cling-softness and fading, fading, fading--
--no, I'm falling--
--crash to the ground, pain and ouch and the first thing he thought was Why? Another split second, and he looked up to see blue and pink and big round eyes.
A wave of euphoria. I'm alive.
(and then he shouted at her and wanted again to die.)
[Start: 6:33pm | End: 6:47pm]
Characters: Itoshiki Nozomu/Fuura Kafuka
Wordcount/Rating: 300+ words / PG
Summary: In despair, he finds hope.
Author's Notes: This may not make sense unless you've watched episode 1. Times listed at the bottom for draft in longhand. This was an exercise in speed writing.
He hated this world. There was no point in living any more. He had bought ten coils of rope, because rope wasn't all that easy to buy and it was cheaper to buy in bulk.
Why was he reduced to buying his suicide rope in bulk anyway? What kind of world was this? That was why he wanted to die.
He would do it at sunrise. It was too cold dying at night, and he wanted to see the sun once more before he went. The sun was the only thing that remained constant in life, nowadays. He'd hoped for the typhoon that had been supposed to hit on Monday--had spent the entire day watching women cavort on the beach in their too-tight, too-tiny swimsuits and their wet shining skin.
He'd been in paradise, and all he could think of was the typhoon that wasn't there. What hopelessness--he couldn't even die because of a typhoon that wouldn't come.
Well, the sun would rise tomorrow. He would look at the sun one last time, and then go. And if the sun didn't rise tomorrow, well then; after all, it was useless to expect good things to happen. It would be a fitting end, dying in darkness. A hopeless end to a hopeless life.
***
He hadn't expected her.
He hadn't expected the weight suddenly pulling down on his legs, nor the crushing-tugging-tightly feeling (I'm going to die) or the wild flailing, noise-cling-softness and fading, fading, fading--
--no, I'm falling--
--crash to the ground, pain and ouch and the first thing he thought was Why? Another split second, and he looked up to see blue and pink and big round eyes.
A wave of euphoria. I'm alive.
(and then he shouted at her and wanted again to die.)
[Start: 6:33pm | End: 6:47pm]