Bisa

As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, it had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. 

As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed.
But wasn't it the afternoon already?

The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. 
"Eto....hi." He tried in English.

If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find to hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct. 

- an excerpt from Amara's Diary.

Amara's Diary

A rather disgusting name for a band, but their music had a similar feel.


The sound was electrifying, their grimey sound filled you with a sensation akin to repulsion but oddly in an awe-striking way.


I was walking by one of the practice rooms when I witnessed their performance one day.


Tanjiro on guitar, a pair of dirty blonde-haired twins one with beauty marks on opposite sides looking symmetrical with an unexpectedly focused Shirai going away at drums.


Its heavy-hitting sound was different once heard live, I felt goosebumps on my skin, I could feel the sound reverberating throughout my body, I felt dirty like I might drown in a pit of mud.


Tanjiro and the weird Shirai... as well as everyone else in their band... how extremely talented.


Before I knew it my feet were rooted to the spot and I felt a fear creeping up in my throat.


Why can't I perform this well? I play it correctly, I support the band but I feel as if I'm barely there... like something's not right... it's been so long, I can't even remember my own original sound... not that it matters. It doesn't matter since I'm just a fill in but...


I nearly forgot where I was for a second.


"Hurry up and get your ass in here!" Seeing how annoyed she was I must've been standing here for too long.


Their practice had also ended and I could feel eyes on me from the other side.


What's the most frustrating is that I'm the only one who seems to have noticed it.


Satoshi-san paid our group a visit that day, sitting with Hanabusa-san he listened to our practice with knitted brows.


And yet once we were finished, he gave Hanabusa-san the nod.


On our way out, Satoshi-san said to me.


His sunglasses were a darker shade than Hagihara's making it impossible to read him. He left.


I felt fixed to the spot with fear, I wanted to run after him and ask but when I finally had it was too late.


He had already gotten into a car and was pulling away.


Mange