The Future 2

This airheaded teacher guides me to her house as the sky darkens. I don't really mind when I get home, as the most I do is cook then go to sleep. Doing the same thing thousands of times before engraves it into your bones at some point, so homework or anything similar is a non-issue. I wish I could celebrate though, since me and my comrade have initiated our plan more forwardly. I can't wait to see what Sango has in store to 'flip the script'.

'Maybe I should explain more in-depth the whole 'key' thing. It's probably fine, if I did explain everything, I think Satoru would have passed due to old age.'

Maybe I should think more carefully about my time, after-all this is some sort of hiccup in the script that might not be able to be replicated in a future repeat.

What Sango is doing, it will have to be done in earnest. That reminds me, I'll have to ask the specifics of her plan. But for now, I must do everything in my power to keep Satoru alive. This repeat must continue.

Arriving at Mrs. Yuki's house, she looks back at me with her brown eyes and she tilts her head,

"What wrong?"

"Sorry, I must have been deep in thought."

I guess in the moment I must stop thinking as hard, otherwise people will think I'm strange.

Entering the house, it's just the same as it was yesterday. It's very strange to see her office compared to her house. Here, everything is tidy and neat. I wonder why there is such a contrast.

"Yuki-san, your house is so clean."

Feeling a newfound feeling of pride, Mrs. Yuki puffed out her chest.

"But your office is so messy."

Mrs. Yuki deflated and looked at me with sad eyes.

"Let's listen to your music now. You can't wait to play, right. So, let's go."

I hurry her to her studio before she could start pouting. Honestly, she feels more like a little sister than a grown adult, and more-so my teacher. Regardless, here we are.

Entering her studio, its hasn't changed much. I relax; however, my vigilance is still high. Even a domesticated animal keeps its instinct intact. Like the prey I usually am, in this tiger's den I look for every possible escape route and jot it down in my mind.

'Sometimes I feel like Robin from Batman.'

I absentmindedly think while eyeing the unlocked window.

Brrrr--

Mrs. Yuki's amp comes to life as she sets up her guitar.

'Or, maybe, I'm like Batman."

I turn my gaze by to Mrs. Yuki who's holding the guitar with a pick in her hand ready to play. Her eyes meet mine, and I nod as if to let her know I am acknowledging her performance.

Mrs. Yuki blushes a little bit.

I look at her without much response in return.

'What are you blushing at me for? Have you regressed back to being a high-school girl? The droids you are looking for are not here!'

I silently scrutinize her in my head.

Even then, what is love besides fornication? At-least, from what I have observed from Satoru, that seems to be the only goal. Yet, Satoru nor I have lived long enough to see what lies beyond copulation. Babies, definitely babies. But even then, they say seeing is believing; I would like to one day see this mythical creature: the Baby. Apparently, I was one at one point. If so, then does that mean I have parents?

Mrs. Yuki begins playing before I could continue down that thought process

It wasn't the same song from before, but it was still breath taking. I don't play guitar so I can't give a proper analysis of her technique, but the feelings that were being conveyed could be fully appreciated by me. It felt melancholic but hopeful.

"How did you like it- eh!?"

I guess I lost track of time, it was a good song. Why is she looking at me like that? I must have forgotten to clap.

"Why are you crying?"

Mrs. Yuki worriedly asked.

"Eh?"

My cheeks were streaming with tears.

'How did this-? Darn body, even after all these years together, why can't I control you?'

But an interesting though came to mind. What if I told Mrs. Yuki about this world? Would she understand?

Do I want her to understand?