Chapter 11: Watermelon Sugar

* Where are you now... you are no more. Strange, cruel words that do not fit into the mind. That's why my heart ached and ached so much. How it knows by what invisible threads people are connected, how this communication of souls takes place... Incomprehensible, eternal, strange. Closeness, pain, love, tenderness, bitter regret, emptiness, despair… All this is life.*

— Thoughts and feelings of the God-Emperor. Diary.

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— * Sip* — Sasuke enjoyed the fragrant caffeine. He made coffee using Sakura's supplies. The aroma of coffee is sweet, rich and heavy. It tastes like red grapes. The light chocolate flavor gave it a sense of completeness. It's like drinking something alive and liquid.

Sasuke could feel the pleasant sensations spreading through his body. The blood began to flow faster through the veins. My stomach clenched, eliminating the immediate need for food. The lungs contracted, the heart accelerated its beating. The brain beat furiously, accelerating consciousness. He felt more alive and more resilient. It was like drinking an elixir of endurance.

Sasuke sighed loudly and exhaled into his chest: — The divine taste of coffee has become better in this universe. I wish you could drink this coffee with me, my Sweet.

He looked sadly ahead, plunging into memories. Remembering the day it all started.

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He remembers that he was seven years old then. He and his sister went to school for the first time. Their parents accompanied them at first, and then they were left on their own. The sister was very afraid and clung to him all the way. Fortunately, they studied in the same class. Classmates made friends with them themselves, so my sister stopped being afraid. She was happy to be friends with so many people. She was an active and cheerful girl. And he is on the contrary: Gloomy and distrustful paranoid. I was born this way. But that didn't stop him from winning friends. They had a fun first day at school. The last bell rang. It's time to leave. Having gathered, the brother and sister happily chatted about their new friends, walked forward. The brother was a handsome boy with long hair, and the sister was a dark-haired little beauty. They formed an attractive atmosphere around themselves, because of which everyone wanted to be friends with them.

— Princess! — a happy father's voice called out to his sister from the other side of the road. He was waiting for them in his car.

— Ah, — the sister happily blinked her eyes. — Catch up, Watermelon! — she ran forward — to her father.

— Wait, Doll! My brother raised his hand, hoping to stop her with a gesture.

But the sister had already reached the middle of the road. Time stopped in his eyes. In front of my brother, my sister was crushed by a car that was driving madly forward. Her body exploded in her blood like watermelon sugar. As it seemed to him.

The brother stepped back, stunned. His face expressed disbelief and sadness. My heart sank. The eternal fear of death settled in him.

— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Their father's mournful roar expressed their feelings.

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Years passed. He is already eighteen years old. He graduated from high school, and did not go to university. Considering it a useless occupation. He does not need the profession of a slave. He wanted to freely pursue his dream of becoming a writer.

After the death of his sister, his father, who loved her madly, got drunk. He drank and drank, behaving inappropriately, which caused his son's aversion to alcohol. Therefore, he grew up healthy and without bad habits. The irony of fate.

The mother, who loved her sister no less than her father, plunged into depression, and blamed him for her sister's death.

You had to save her. You're her brother. You had to keep an eye on her: She constantly threw such accusations at him.

A little boy, such an attitude of his parents, brought him to the edge. Many times he tried to commit suicide. But it's useless. He was saved every time. He never learned how to commit suicide properly, leaving himself no chance of survival. That's why he lived.

Out of desperation, he fled to Paris. He collected all the money accumulated over ten years, and ran away. In Paris, he got a job as a driver for a rich family in order to have enough money for a free life, so that he had time to write his book. He never forgot his dream.

One day it's time to take the daughter of a rich family to an elite university for the rich. He drove the car, and she got into the car.

He remembers that wonderful moment as yesterday. Her lush blonde hair reached to the fifth point. Coffee-brown eyes, covered with glasses. She had an unhealthily thin figure. And a beautiful face.

"To the university..." she said the name of the university.

He drove off in silence. Carefully and carefully. That's why he was entrusted with such an important role.

— You are not an accommodating young man, — she awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

— Where it is possible to do with silence, I am silent, — he answered dryly.

Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

— Maturity is a rare quality for men of your age.

"My age?" No, not only that. Hardly many men in their thirties can be called mature.

The girl giggled melodiously.

— It's true. Many men have remained children in adult bodies.

— I have heard that in Japan they are called * Hikikomori*.

Her pretty face twisted in disgust.

— Japan... a disgusting country of pedophiles.

— Yeah.

They fell silent.

— What's your name? — she asked, wanting to get to know him better.

—Watermelon,— he replied, sharing her desire.

— Yes, my father also said that. That's what got him hooked on you when he was choosing a driver. But it's not a human name. We think this is how you want to hide your real name.

— The government and my parents and relatives know my real name. I tell them everything honestly. But I prefer to call myself Watermelon. And I want everyone to call me that too.

- why?

"My sister used to call me that. And I called her a Doll.

"And where is your sister now?"

"She's dead. She was crushed by a car in front of my eyes when we were seven years old. We were twins.

— Oh...

The maiden looked at him sympathetically.

— I have a younger sister with whom I am very friendly. I can't even imagine how I would feel if she was hit by a car.

— Watermelon sugar.

- what?

— Her body exploded like watermelon sugar. This scene is always replayed in my head. Day after day, time after time, his body was shaking.

She frowned, puzzled. Thinking that it is better not to touch his injury. He's suffered enough.

— Good Watermelon. Then you call me from now on — Candy, — the girl smiled sweetly.

— Sweet yes ... it sounds beautiful, — through a sweaty face, he smiled wanly.

A romantic atmosphere formed between them.

They still had no idea what their relationship would eventually lead to.…