People are really goddamn cruel, now that I think about it. No matter what beginnings you originate from, everyone is cruel. Even the best person that you know is cruel from another person's point of view. What comes along with that is the fact that this world is cruel, since humans are what make up our world. Even the animals that live in the jungles, savannahs, and forests are rooted deeply in cruelty. Hell, even I'm cruel, if I'm being honest. I would even go as far as to say that being born into this pathetic world is cruel and unfair. All that's waiting for you in life is pain and suffering, nothing more. I know, I probably sound like some goddamn crazy-ass philosopher saying this.
I hate philosophy, if you want to know the truth. It's utterly useless in the grand scheme of the universe. I mean, sure it will make you sound smart or whatever, but it's not going to actually change the way you live. All that certain philosophies will do is make you think about how changing your life in such a way would be better. Most people do not truly believe in philosophy. They simply pretend they believe in it. I can respect a select few philosophies, though, as long as they're more about how the world actually functions, such as Ludwig Wittgenstein's beliefs.
I mean, nothing matters in the first place, so why the hell should I go deep into finding a meaning when there is none? What the hell is even the point of living? That's probably another goddamn reason I hate philosophy; It makes me think too much.
But that's not completely true, if I'm being honest. I mean, life is utterly meaningless, but you can't do anything about it. Fate is what truly pulls all the strings of the universe, you know. My only purpose in this goddamn world is to go along with what fate tells me too, if you want to know the truth. Even if you think you're resisting fate, you're really not.
I was hit in the face with a brutal punch. It was probably swung faster than a jet flies in the sky. The punch nearly knocked me all the way onto the low ground, but I managed to force myself to remain standing.
The punch had, of course, been thrown by my goddamn brother, Satou. I mean, I had just challenged him to a fight after all. But geez, that punch really did hurt like hell, if I'm being honest. I think that I must've forgotten how goddamn strong he was, because his strength was incredibly surprising to me.
I could taste a lot of blood in my mouth, a taste that I'm familiar with because of similar situations like this. Which are always with the same person I'm fighting right now, of course.
Next thing I knew, he was already coming right back at me. I tried to stop him by throwing a weak, little punch. But it obviously did nothing, since he continued to run at me like some angry bull. That's a pretty appropriate description of him, if I were to say so myself. He's just some bull with a flame of anger filling his pupils every second of the goddamn day. That's of course why he always chooses to hurt people and such, rather than just leaving them alone.
Since the punch didn't work, I tried to parry as he continued to run at me. It stopped him a little, but still wasn't enough to stop the inevitable from happening.
He threw another goddamn punch which went straight to my face. The recoil of the hit sent me back a little, which gave him time to immediately close the space between us once again. Then another punch collided with me, followed by another hit, which was a goddamn uppercut. It hurt like hell, trust me when I tell you that. This was some of the most unbearable pain I had ever experienced at the hands of Satou.
"Jesus, man! What the hell is your problem?" I said, while on all fours, with my lip bleeding as well as my face all bruised up.
"My problem? You're the one that fucking started it."
The employees were, at this point, ushering everyone else out of the bumper cars attraction, yet didn't even bother to try to stop the ongoing fight. I mean, I probably wouldn't either, so I can't totally blame them. Goddamnit, this whole thing is probably gonna get me banned from this place. I certainly didn't plan for that to happen. I mean, I actually enjoy coming here with Chyna. Can my day get any worse?
I think talking to Satou may have calmed him down a little, so I seized the opportunity to take him down. I threw a punch straight at his dumb face, and it connected. He backed up a little and put his hands to his face.
"Agh! What the hell, man?" he said, lowering his hands from his face.
I took the opportunity to go for another swing, and it nearly hit him square in his stupid, goddamn face. But unfortunately for me, he had grabbed the punch with his bare hands. Shit, this is probably it for me, isn't it?
At first his face looked dark and emotionless, which confused me a little. But then, as I expected, his expression got all angry. He looked as if he would explode into a thousand bits any second now. That isn't even some crazy exaggeration either. Though I did sort of wish that he would explode like I had imagined.
Out of nowhere, his knee shot up into my stomach. It hurt like hell. I couldn't breathe at all. I really couldn't. Each breath I took hurt like hell, if I'm being honest. I felt like I was drowning in the goddamn ocean or something.
Then, once again, a punch flew directly into my face. By this point, my nose was bleeding profusely. I mean, it may have been bleeding earlier, as well, but I definitely hadn't noticed it until now. I felt like a few more hits could probably knock me out of this fight.
Geez, what in the world was I thinking? Starting a fight with my goddamn brother, I'm such an idiot. Why did I expect to win this time? This is why I hate whenever I get determined. Shit like this always happens. It pisses me off. It makes my goddamn blood boil, if you want to know the truth.
Next thing I knew, he hit me with a punch to the stomach. It hurt slightly less than the knee, but still hurt like hell. I really thought my lungs were going to pop at any second. Like, maybe my lungs would just totally burst or something, then that would be the end of everything. That's a pretty shitty ending, if you were to ask me at least. But, I suppose it is kind of a fitting ending for me, if I'm being honest.
Then another punch connected with my face, followed by two more after that. Now it felt like my whole body was on fire. I just wanted this to be over. I mean, why can't he just stop? This fight is already basically over.
I wanted to go back in time. All I wanted was to be back in elementary school, if I'm being honest. I wanted to play with kites and run around in open fields with my little sister. In my dream world, nothing would ever change. It would all just continue on endlessly. I don't think I would ever even get tired of it or anything like that.
Speaking of Chyna, I wonder where the hell she is right now. I hope she's doing alright. I really do. I would be mad as hell if she didn't exit the attraction with everyone else. I mean, what's wrong with me wanting my little sister to be safe? She just doesn't get it. It pisses me off a bit, if you want to know the truth. I suppose better words would be frustrated. It doesn't exactly piss me off.
Sometimes I have a dream where I'm in my dream world. It makes me happy when I have that dream. It makes me feel overwhelmed with happiness, which I think is a good thing. I'm not sure, though. Maybe things like that aren't supposed to make people happy or something. But that doesn't exactly apply to me. I mean, fate has decided that I'll differ from the rest of the cattle. The best way to describe me is like a black sheep.
Yeah, you know what? Maybe my dream world would have a bunch of black sheep in the fields, and they would play with us and all. Chyna and I would just have the greatest time with all of those black sheep. We would play and play until our legs would give out. Then, once our legs gave out, we would get to lie down on the grass and look up at the beautiful night sky. That would be nice. I hope it comes true, I really do. In that world, I would never get pissed off either. Everything would make me happy. I mean, the only thing that could get me frustrated would be Chyna. But even if she did make me mad, I wouldn't really be mad.
I felt some tears rising up in my goddamn eye. Geez, am I really about to cry over this stupid beating? Why the hell do you care what all of these people think, Yasunari? You've never cared about them before, so why the hell would you care about what they think now? Or maybe I was about to cry because of the beating I was receiving. No, that's not quite right. I was about to cry from thinking about my dream world, as well as the past. Geez, I really am pathetic.
Then, another punch collided with my face. This time it sent me flying, then I landed on the ground, of course. I don't think I can stand up anymore. It hurts way too badly. I don't even think that I want to stand up anymore, if you want to know the truth.
Then, just to make things even worse, Satou jumped on top of me. I knew I was about to be in for pain, so much pain that I wouldn't even mind it anymore. So much pain to where a bee sting would probably feel good.
"Get the help off of me, man!" I said desperately.
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm your goddamn brother! That's why."
"You're no brother of mine."
Ouch. That stung a little, if you want to know the truth. But it was also sort of relieving. I mean, hearing the words that I had been thinking for so long finally getting said felt pretty good. Too bad it was coming from his goddamn mouth instead of mine.
Then he continued on with his little hate speech about me, or whatever. "You're just a puny little worm that leeches off of other people. You're also like a vampire, but instead of sucking blood, you suck out people's happiness and throw it into the trash."
At this point, I was full on crying. I mean, who wouldn't be bawling their eyes out in this situation? I'm not some goddamn hero from an anime that always swoops in and saves the day. I'm just a goddamn kid. I'm a kid who knows the true struggles of the world from first-hand experience.
"Get the hell off of me, man! You stink. I mean, you really smell awful." I was just trying to distract him, if I'm being honest. In fact, he didn't smell bad at all. I can't be too sure, though. I couldn't completely concentrate on his scent.
Unfortunately, he immediately disregarded the insult. He probably knew that I was just pulling his leg. He's not new when it comes to this type of stuff. I mean, he's just about the biggest bully I know.
At this point, I was full on sobbing. I mean, I was bawling like some little baby that just had his pacifier taken from him, or something.
"C'mon man, get the hell off of me!" I pleaded desperately.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I knew you were a little bitch, but you must've gotten a bunch more bitchy since the last time I've given you a good beating."
"Shut up and get the hell off of me!"
"Wow, someone's feisty."
This continued on for the next 15 hours or so. We kept going back and forth. I would tell him to get the hell off me and he would tell me to shut up while holding my wrists to the ground, that way I couldn't move.
After those 15 or so hours passed, he must've gotten pretty goddamn bored.
"Alright, I guess I should end this pathetic little fight now," he said monotonal. If there's one thing that I like about Satou, it's the fact that he's pretty honest, most of the time at least.
Then he stopped holding down my goddamn wrists. I took the opportunity to try to gain back control of the fight. I didn't want to keep fighting, but I didn't want to lose either.
Sadly for me, my counterattack didn't quite go as planned. I mean, I sure did land a couple of hits, but they were pretty goddamn weak, if you want to know the truth.
Then he balled his hands up into fists and started hitting me a bunch, right in the goddamn face.
I could feel my vision getting all blurry. It was pretty goddamn scary, if I'm being honest. I also started getting all light-headed and dreary as I faded out of consciousness. The next thing I knew, I was out cold.