Chapter 5 Of Sour Droplets!

Chapter 5 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 5 - Unamed Melody X]

An wasn’t sure if she could classify her dream as a “dream”, or an unpleasant nightmare. She was awake enough to remember part of it, and even though it wasn’t Kanade’s song, her was still as emotion-stirring as the heart-gripping melody that made her cry. For An had dreamt of being hugged by Nagi in her sleep, something she really missed her doing.

And when An woke up she felt more rested than before, but her heart was throbbing with pain that seemed to be vying for her attention. However she ignored it, instead pulling out her phone to text her dad that she was alright, while the faint clicking of a mouse could be heard in the background. 

Yet as she glanced at the screen in her hand, she could see that it was riddled with cracks, making her inwardly curse at herself. It had probably gotten damaged when she fell, meaning that not only could she not text anyone, but that her dad would have to buy her a new phone. She felt her frustration boil inside of her. Why did she have to continue causing trouble for other people? 

An exhaled a deep breath out of her nose, her anger feeling like it was gripping her heart. 

However, this attracted Kanade’s attention, which was evident when she turned her head to look at An.

“Oh you’re awake again? How do you feel?” Kanade asked, the ends of her hair resting in the seat of her chair.

“Mmgh.. how long have I slept?” An asked, putting her phone away and rubbing her eyes.

“Well its August 27 2024…” Kanade started, her hands in her lap now.

“…!” An sucked in a breath. 

She had visited Aunt Nagis grave on the 25th before passing out, which likely means when she woke up again that it was the 26th. Then, she fell asleep again and woke up on the 27th, which meant she had been away from home for three days!

An opened her mouth, about to apologize and head home when her stomach spoke for her, letting out a growl that demanded sustenance. 

“I apologize An. I was so concerned about how you felt I didn’t get an opportunity to grab something for you to eat.” Kanade apologized, her gaze softening. “I don’t have much, but would you like to eat some minute ramen? I apologize I don’t have something else to offer you, but that’s all I have.”

An didn’t have ramen a lot, but the idea of eating something warm was too tempting to resist, even though she’d been sleeping on a warm bed for all this time.

“Yes please…” Was all An could manage and Kanade just grabbed one of her many unopened cups of ramen around the room and left, closing the door behind her as she went to heat up the ramen.

As bad as An felt for making Kanade do all of this, her heart warmed at the girls kindness. She knew that after this, she was definitely indebted to Kanade now, especially since An had cried infront of her. She new she had been a bother it Kanade, but she couldn’t help but find a part of her wanting to be friends with the introverted girl. She didn’t just want to leave someone who had done this much for her behind and forget about her, she wanted to keep in touch and somehow repay Kanade with the same generosity she showed her.

It didn’t take long for Kanade to come back in with the ramen, containing a shiny silver fork. She handed it to An who accepted it with a grateful smile before she sat down at her desk chair again, continuing to work on her song.

An was surprised that Kanade hadn’t asked about her mental breakdown, or why she seemed so mopey. But at the same time she was glad that Kanade hadn’t pushed it, as that would likely only have made things worse. Still, a part of An felt compelled to tell her. Even though she was basically a complete stranger An met barely three days ago. 

An wrapped her hands around the cup and stared into the murky water as it warmed her hands. Finally, after a moment, she had gained enough courage and broke the silence.

“Hey Kanade… can I tell you something?”

“Hm?”

And that was all it took for An to start confessing. She was surprised that a part of her had stirred her onwards to this moment. After all she had Kohane and everyone to support her right? So why did she feel so… so… so hopeless and alone?

But Kanade listened to her story quietly, managing eye contact with An the whole time to show that she was listening. 

“I think I understand the pain you’re going through.” Kanade said after An finished, surprising her.

The final game [Part 4] 🌸

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After being shoved in the police car the heartbroken screen appeared in front of her. She saw the reset week button and she decided, to try again. But when she pressed reset, everything was new except the demon behind the tree. No one remembered her at all. Of course the world was still identical to the original, but it felt a bit off.

She saw Osana talking to Sempai and Ayano wanted to get Osana away from sempai so bad. But, there were to many witnesses around. It turns out, that there were way to many witnesses around Osana that’s Ayano couldn’t do anything! As the days went by and the confession day finally arrived, Osana still was going to confess! She couldn’t lose her sempai to Osana! So she could only think of one way to eliminate her. Have the spider demon eliminate Osana.

When the spider demon successfully eliminated Osana, Ayanos was so relieved. And since all of the rivals never could be eliminated because of the witnesses Ayano had the spider demon help her. When Ayanos confession day came Ayano was overjoyed. SHE finally got to stand under the cherry blossom tree with sempai. SHE finally got to confess. And she wouldn’t let anybody. or. anything. ruin. it. Finally when the time came, Ayano left the note in her sempais locker and rushed to the cherry blossom tree.

When Ayanos sempai arrived Ayano came out from behind the cherry blossom tree and confessed her love. When Ayanos sempai said that he loved her too and embraced her in his warm, welcoming, arms Ayano was overwhelmed with happiness and love. She had finally got her happy ending.

The end

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The title of this card is, “The Calm Admist the Storm”, where it features Akito cameo! This card will come with an outfit, but here’s the talent:

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My first PJSK fanfic! Sour Droplets!

This is my 1st fanfic of Pjsk, which means it’s also my first time writing about VBS! This event story is supposed to happen after the Kohane focus story, “On Your Feet”. If you haven’t read a bit before that, there may be some spoilers for previous events, or things won’t make sense.

As events do, I’ll be making my own Pjsk cards and event titles! Note that the fanfic and event are called something completely different so I can distinguish between the two (the event is called Melody of Infinite Horizons.) But in fact, this event has a song too! It’s a j-pop song called Lemon by Kenshi Yonezu, and I would definitely recommend giving it a listen.

And with all that stuff said, I hope you enjoy the story!

Ps: Orange is the closest thing I could get to yellow. 😭

[Chapter 1 - Time Takes its Course]

An stood there, eyes wide as she was frozen in place. She clutched her shirt tightly and her eyes welled up with tears. 

Laying in front of her was Aunt Nagis grave, a mound of unmarked dirt. The city had been so determined to not let An know about Nagis death that they didn’t do the bare courtesy of marking her grave. However everyone had know about Nagis death. Everyone, except An.

The single lily An had brought slipped out of her hand, falling on to the ground.

And with that, came the tears.

Sitting in front of the grave, An let her tears roll down her face as she let out a wail of despair. Aunt Nagi was gone - never to come back. 

As the grass poked at her legs, An’s vision became blurry. She knew she’d never forget Nagi, but it was still hard to live life without her. To go through her day to day routines without her aunt there to guide her.

Sometimes An still thought about her too. Her gentle smile, her flowing hair…

As if on cue, memories of her and Nagi began flashing through her head. For Nagi had been there during An’s lowest lows and her highest highs. The thought that she wouldn’t be there for her and by her side anymore…

All of a sudden An’s heart started to race, and she felt immense pressure everywhere on her skin, alike to the sensation of walls closing in. She felt lightheaded and began to hyperventilate as she gripped at her chest. An couldn’t take it anymore, she knew she had to get out of here.

So with her blurry vision, she began to run away from the grave, leaving the lily at the base of it. The grief was to suffocating to stay there, so An ran. She ran even though she didn’t know where she was going, she just needed to escape. But there would be no running from the desperation that clawed at her heart. The pure, raw feeling that demanded to be unleashed.

The night didn’t help An’s vision, instead helping the colors in her vision blend smoothly, as if they were melting into each other. She ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until she couldn’t even tell what was around her. She’s topped and put her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Sure, she practiced staying in shape with Kohane and the others, but the training she had done couldn’t hold a candle to running around aimlessly.

A feeling of hopelessness gripped An again and she knew she had to keep running. Not only to get away from this place, but to head home. If she wasn’t home soon, her father would likely worry. I mean, she couldn’t have been running for less than a hour, but under the blanket of stars telling time was like trying to do open heart surgery with a hammer - impossible. Nevertheless, she  had to get home, and maybe calm down with a cup of hot tea after her arrival.

So An stood up and began to spur her legs forward, intending to run home even though she was still suffering from the remnants of her panic attack. But no matter how screwed her vision was, An could see the ground getting rapidly closer to her face. And the pure, pitch black color of darkness as it enveloped her vision, snuffing out the light of the moonlight above her.

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“Mayaaaaaaa.” You hear faintly while your tucked away deeply, into a soft sleep state. “Mayaaaaaa.” The voice gradually gets louder, but still unidentifiable by who might be saying it. As your starting to wake up slowly from the beckoning tug of the voice, a light blue light which you know was filtered in from your windows, is visible in your closed eyelids. “Mayaaaaaa!” The voice calls loudly all of a sudden, breaking from its slow increase in volume. Your eyelids flutter open and shut as your trying to wake up while being blasted by sunlight from the curtains you left open. You sit up in your bed rubbing your eyelids as you can feel them connect with your eye sockets and your bangs tickle the outside of them. As your waking up though, your homey bed breaks from where you were sitting, the wooden bed frame shattering, where you once sat. You fall to the hard wooden floor fast and even though your not that high up from the ground you land hard, and fall backwards, knocking all the air out of you.

“Mayaaaa! You have to head to school now!” Your mom yells up the stairs, knowing your awake since she heard you graceful awaking. You wheeze trying to cough out a response, but your too out of breath and in pain to choke out a response. You take a second to catch your breath and for the pain to stop, then you leave your now broken bed to get ready for school. Your bare feet, pounding on the wood floor. First you head to your closet, while small it’s in a corner of your room and hasn’t been touched by your older sister, Paige, luckily. It’s not like the clothes would fit her anyway, you think as you toss your long soft fluffy blonde locks behind you while putting on your school uniform. Your uniform consists of a comfy and roomy dark blue top, a medium length soft white skirt with dark blue checkered lines, snug white knee socks, and smooth black clogs. As your yawning and slowly putting your school uniform on, still recovering from this morning, your cat, Squeaker gently pushes the door open. Her black and white fur shines in the light from your open window as she bobbles her way toward you, her tale straight up. Your cat Squeaker who is a chubby black and white cat, rubs against your skirt, pressing the soft cotton fabric inwards as she purrs while her back is now against your leg. You smile after you finish putting the rest of your school uniform on and inhale some slightly stuffy air through your nose, before exhaling it through your nostrils like your taking a deep breath. You put your hand on Squeakers smooth, soft, and silky fur, running you hand down her back as she continues to vibrate with purrs all the same. You always had some special connection with animals, big and small, hairy or scaly. They always loved you a lot, even if they hadn’t met you. And you always loved them too. Or tried too-. As your lost in your thoughts your mom yells up the stairs again, her voice echoing through the small corridor that was your narrow hallway but transformed into a speaker for your moms voice, making you regret not responding after you got the air warmed by the sunlight, in your lungs. “MAYAAAAA BE GRATEFUL THAT WE HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO GET YOU ENROLLED IN SCHOOL NOW GET YOUR BUTT UP AND GET READY. AT THIS POINT YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL, DONT MAKE ME MAKE YOUR SISTER COME IN THERE!” You fall backwards on the hard covered with splinters wood floor on your butt from the force of your moms voice, echoing down the corridor.

“IM COMING DOWN STAIRS NOW MOM!” You yell at the top of your lungs, spreading your fingers on the wood floor, wincing from a sudden sharp pain you feel. Squeaker darts under what remains of your bed frame as you slowly draw yourself up from the floor. You leave your room, and head down the hallway, the railing of the stair case lining a small part of the hallway. You try to rush your way down the stairs of your stair case, trying not to trip on any of the steps, since you guys were poor, there was only so much money you could put in the stairs. As your descending down the stairs you glance at your sisters room door through the bars of the stair case railing. Closed. Hm, she’s probably still asleep in her warm bed, you think to yourself as you walk down the remaining creaky steps of your stair case. Since your family wasn’t… well let’s say, that well off financially they could only afford to send one of you guys to school, and they chose you, since you were the youngest, and sadly always will be. But too you anyone who looked down on you for being young could go jump in a lake for all you care, you think too yourself, letting out an angry sigh as you try to be as graceful as you can while fumbling down the rest of your stairs.

“Thereeee you are.” Your mom says, extending her there into a sigh that falls down in volume. “We only had one egg, so I made you some warm sunny side up eggs for breakfast.” She finishes while flipping her hot black copper pan as an egg with a circular bright yellow yolk and it’s egg white under it in a paint splatter shape does a flip in the air. Noticing the continuation of a twinge of pain, you look down at your hand and notice some medium faint traces of slightly dried red lines on your hand. You bring it up by your nose to sniff it, as it gives off a copper smell, and you inhale some dust. You have smelled this smell a million times before. The smell of blood. You rotate your hand till you can’t see the back of your hand and your palm faces you. You trace all the blood stains on your hand back to one certain area on your finger near the top. You noticed a shred of broken wood from your bed frame is logged deep within your skin, the bottom covered with dry crusted blood. You wince a bit and slowly shuffle your feet over to the drawer you keep your medical stuff in, your long blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight flying around you. Your hand that isn’t injured brushes against the wooden drawer, warmed by the sunlight, smooth, and made out of dark oak. While you still have your injured hand in the same spot, your other hand proceeds to open the square drawer with tan wood lining the inside with various medical supplies in all shapes and sizes over it. While your eyes scan the various bottles of medicine, bandaids, and antibacterials, your eyes latch on too your injuries enemy. Tweezers. You grab them by the handle, feeling their cold grip in your hand as you bring it up to your hand. You bring it up and pinch them slightly around the wood, wincing a bit as you wiggle it loose, pieces of dried blood falling from the wound. Finally you pull it out, throwing the wood piece away into the trash can the cold hard metal grey lid falling shut with a shoosh! as you lazily toss the old tweezers back in the medical drawer, shutting it.

You had been so zoned in on removing the deeply wedged broken rough splinter that you didn’t realize your mom had already put the egg she made for you on a shiny smooth white dish and put grey as shiny silverware by it. “Come on, eat it before your brain gets colder than it first. Are you trying to visually eat it?” Your mom interjects, obviously tired with how long your taking to go to school. “Sit down and eat, your gonna be late.” Tired of your moms nagging you lazily moving your feet across your smooth wood kitchen floor, be vigilant since you just took care of a splinter issue. When you get to your chair you sit down, and like normal you grab the silverware in your right hand, avoiding the area of your injury. You quickly gobble down the egg as the yolk splits open and oozes down your throat and the dry egg white follows shortly after, making you want a drink to quench your thirst. Sadly, you don’t have time for that as you quickly get up, scooting the chair back and toss the silverware and plate in the sink as fast but delicate as you can. “Thanks for the breakfast Ma!” You say as you bend over, grab your school clogs, and work on rapidly pulling them up your foot. “Your welcome! Just don’t be late!” Your mom replies, knowing your going to take your sweet time as soon as you get out the door. You stop one of your feet on the ground, finally get your shoe adjusted. “I won’t!” You yell to your mom, pushing yourself out the door and into the bright sunlight of a beautiful clear sky day.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you do what you usually do, despite your promise. Hey, you never said when you would do it am I right? But as you are leaving the house and walking on foot, you realize you are still thirsty from the egg you had this morning. But up a bit further on the pavement you spot something grey, round, and shiny, as the sun glints off its flat surface. Could it be? It’s a quarter! You bend down picking it up as quickly as you can off the hot pavement, trying not to burn yourself. You drop the warm quarter into a palm of your hand and clench your hand into a fist, knowing that there’s a vending machine, just up ahead. You know these city streets well, for you have lazy walked them many times, much to your mothers anger.

As you get closer to the dark green vending machine, you see a radio on a table behind it with chairs propped up on either side, likely a dining seat area for a restaurant. It looked to be turned on, and you could hear various static noises as you were approaching. At least I’ll be updated on what’s happening before I go to school, you think to yourself, right in front of the vending machine. You push the coin in through the narrow black plastic slot, hearing it fall to the ground with a clink, clunk! You get up from your bent down position and move your eyes along the rows of drinks, scanning them for the right one to quench your thirst. As your eyes are scanning, sunlight glints off probably the fanciest soda there. It’s bright yellow, with different colored gems wrapped in a ring around the top and bottom. You look wince your eyes, looking into the glare, closer noticing the drink is called smite, the title outlined in purple. Though it has no title anywhere that says of what the flavors were in this concocted drink, the outside looked certainly intriguing, so you push the smooth hard button that corresponds to the number for the drink in the aisle, while the machine in the refrigerated inside proceeds to reach forward and push it down into the hard dark murky depths of the vending machine box, so you could get your drink. As it’s pushing your drink, confirming your order, the narrow green screen shows eight bright green words. Ordering Smite (Lime, lemon, and orange juice edition). Orange juice, ey? Well hopefully it will taste like some fruit punch soda, you think to yourself, hoping it doesn’t taste as awful or even the worse as your concept of the rather weird concoction in your head.

TUNK TUNK! The soda makes as graceful as a landing as you did this morning, but this time heading in a different area, into the box at the bottom of the hard walled vending machine. A delicate smile crosses your face as you bend down adding mediocre force as you push you hand through the black flap at the bottom. Finally, something to quench your thirst, you think to yourself as your hand finally grasps the cold, circular beverage. You then stand up in the hot sunlight, as the sleek turquoise radio continues playing the annoying sound of static like it has been this whole time. As the hot sun keeps beating down on you, you start enviously eyeing the roof above the radio, pouring down a rectangular shape of shade on the area the radio is bequeathed to. I mean, mom would rather have me not be a red hot sunburnt tomato then go to school, right? You think to yourself, already planning a various stashes of excuses for your mom and your teacher. As soon as you are under the cool shade from the roof, and on the cold smooth pavement an instant relief washes over you, as your overheated body loses thermal temperature, slowly but surely, cooling you off. The only things occupying the same shade space as you were the radio on the table and two chairs. Well, the only “entertaining” things. You take a seat in the firm but beautiful chair, leaning over to mess with the little metal stick on the top, pointing it every which way hoping you could get at least a bit of signal.

After a while you give up, crossing your arms and laying the right side of your head on your right arm. You watch the road for a while with no passing on it, as a breeze sways the trees and you can hear a far off metal wind chime in the distance. You sigh, knowing that as much as you want to stay here, another tardy is something your mother really doesn’t want to hear at the long boring teachers conference. So you get up with your cold can of Smite, and begun walking out of the stage onto the road as your eye lids feel heavy. Drooping down on your glistening eyes every once and a while. As you get to the edge of the comfy little plaza you just left the radio finally starts making noise. And what it says makes you freeze in place, dropping your can of Smite. Krrrk Melliya, Sarah, Izzy, Natalie, and KRRRRKKK have gone missing. If you have info please share it with CKCKCC at ZZZZZZZZ. The radio spits out, before going back to its all to familiar episode of radio static.

To be continued…

Forever lasting peace? [Part 3] 🌸

These stories are old, having been done in 2022.

Midori was walking through the halls of akademi when she heard something. So she stopped and peaked around the corner. Ayanos boyfriend was kissing Osana! Midori snapped a picture of them and then ran to Ayano.

She caught up to her as she was walking around and helping people one floor above osana and her boyfriend. She ran right up to Ayano and skidded to a stop. Panting, she held out her phone with the picture of Ayanos boyfriend cheating.

As soon as Ayano saw the picture her head started to creapily twitch. The school world turned black and white and the music playing in school got creepy. Ayano was really scary all of a sudden. And her footsteps from walking down the hallway seemed to sound like thunder.

After being intensely scared and worried Midori headed downstairs. As soon as she got at the bottom of the stairs she heard a weird noise. So she sneaked up to the corner close to the sound and couldn’t believe what she saw. Osana was bleeding in a corner, dead. And Ayano was stabbing her boyfriend over and over blood splattering everywhere.

Midori almost shrieked but she put her hand over her mouth. Then she quietly ran to the highest floor and called the police. Soon they arrived and arrested Ayano. As soon as Midori saw Ayano shoved in the police car her shoulders sagged in relief. But the relief wouldn’t last for long. She would be let out of jail in a couple of years.

And the school would not be the symbol of cherry blossoms anymore. It would be, the symbol of blood.

The end