[center][h2][color=B8860B] Yuuki Kenji [/color][/h2][/center]
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[i] Should we cut down the size of the festival this year? Or reducing the fund of the baseball team? The track team needs some gears badly. But it does not seem like they really need it do they? How about the asking for more fund? Nah, it would probably get shot down immediately. Cutting the unnecessary tea and snacks seems like a good idea. And for Christ sake, how much paper do the literature club need? Are they planning to chop down all the trees? And the Cult club, what are they [/i] The boy sighed, looking at the opened window before looking back at his note. Most of the fund had been distributed reasonably, with some problems like the Cooking club with their stupid thousand layers cake or the literature unreasonable rate of using paper. All is needed to put to check and balance, and Kenji needed to submit this plan by the end of this week. 

“Just today, another woman was assaulted by a strange man. Luckily, she was rescued and transferred to the local hospital. Based on her description, the man was in his feral state…” 

Focusing on his natto, Kanji glanced over the news with a flashy red title on its first page. [i]“The End of the World?”[/i] or so to speak, providing some brief summaries of what others news had provided before. There was nothing new besides from the nearby stores are having a promotion on seaweed. But Kanji just laughed off before putting the paper on one side, unaffected by the shocking “revelation” of some tabloid newspapers. Truly, the thing can only be used by his mother for some gossips and debatably juicy materials. 

“Thank you for the food,” Kanji said, loud enough for his mother to overhear but small enough to keep the motherhood’s conversation between his mother and the beloved sister to flow. And then the usual things, cleaning his own dishes, taking the pills for his mother, reminding he will come home late,... [i]Another year is coming. Another year will soon go by. [/i] Kenji thinks before he said goodbye to his mother, who is growing older by the years. [i] She used to be able to accompany him to his first-day school [/i], Kanji thinks before giving his mother a final wave. That humble soul, withering away as time passed on, is still observing him and her from afar, fulfilling her long-promised oath. 

And out of his hearing range, Kenji's mother whispered before slowly closing the door, "Have a nice day." 

[hider= The Dream]
“Mother, would you ever leave us?” A soft voice broke out in the night, following the sound of something sobbing at the night. The woman darted to the lamp and turn on the light, fear of what happened to her son. Kenji, rubbing his eyes, remained to ask her the same question as she begins to check if he got hurt. 
“Why did you ask?” The mother asked him back, before rubbing his back and getting him another cup of warm water. 

“I'm scared.”

“Oh come on, baby. Don't be. Did you have a nightmare?” The woman said to him before wiping another tear from his faces. Her expensive nightdress, now soaked with the little infant's sweat and tears, continued to be used as a napkin to take away her son's fears. 

The little boy didn't say much, but his soft nod was enough to inform her. And his sister, after hearing from their mother, felt comfort in such loving had fallen back to her sleep of Doraemon and Shin-chan. But the boy, still painted with fears from his dreams, hugged her tight and refused to set her free from him. 

“I will always be with you.” She said, before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Now, would you like another bedtime story? I'll make this a secret if you promised.” The woman pulled out a collectible of Grimm stories, gleefully watching her son’s streams of tears began to dry. 

“Once upon the time..." [/hider]