Mayoi Neko Overrun! - Prologue
TL, ED: Pascal’s Wager
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The soft sunlight of early summer.
The sound of birds singing.
Takumi took a deep breath as he walked along the familiar road to school.
Some kind of sweet scent tickles his nostrils.
「It’s wonderful to be alive.」
There was a reason for his happiness.
Yesterday, he was in mortal danger.
Takumi Tsuzuki has a dream.
It is an ordinary life.
A single-family house with a pretty garden.
A wife who doesn’t have to be beautiful, and a honest and naughty child.
If possible, he’d like to have at least two. (TL: children, I guess. Not said.)
……Of course, this is far in the future for him, a high school student.
But at this point, he didn’t feel very close to that kind of thing.
He was not blessed with much peace.
「What are you talking about? Baka.」
A beautiful girl was walking next to him.
She looked moody and disgusted.
He was walking directly ahead with his back straight.
With such a beautiful girl walking next to him, it’s only natural that he would feel happy.
If it were『normal』.
Unfortunately, his happiness had nothing to do with her.
Also, Takumi knew very well that this girl was far from the normal category.
The beautiful girl gave Takumi a cold stare.
「Are you baka？If you’re so happy to carry my luggage, I’ll let you do it every day from now on.」
Speaking of which, Takumi was carrying two student bags.
He had even forgotten about that fact.
「Or do you want to make up for it more? Baka.」
Neatly groomed hair down to the waist. Large eyes on a face that seemed to have been sculpted in a special manner by God.
Her chest was well-developed for a 15 year old, and her waist looked like it would fit perfectly if the fingers of both hands were spread out in a ring.
If it were only about looks, she would get 232 out of 100 points, but the words that came out of her mouth were three times as stupid.
Takumi was so used to it that he naturally shrugged it off. She was in a bad mood, so it couldn’t be helped.
Normally. But on this day, for some reason, he felt like stepping on the wolf’s tail.
「I respectfully decline. I mean, why should I, the owner’s younger brother, be forced to deal with a part timer like you’s crude manner? There is nothing wrong with what I did yesterday……」
The beautiful girl didn’t listen to the end of Takumi’s excuse.
She stared at Takumi with cold, fierce eyes as if she were shooting at him with them.
「Okay. Then, I’ll quit my job. You’ll have to pay me for my part-time work until today.」
If he was calm, he would have put the matter to rest at this point.
However, he lost his usual cautiousness due to his happiness for being alive.
「Hahaha. What are you talking about, Fumino Serizawa? You and I are childhood friends, and we live next door to each other.
If you think about it, we’re as good as married! Did you know? Lending and borrowing between husband and wife is called……」
Before he could finish, Fumino started moving.
Her long hair arced gently, scattering the sweet scent Takumi smelled when he took a deep breath earlier.
The reason why he thought it was beautiful must have been because of yesterday’s breakdown of his ability to detect danger.
At the same time she spoke, her engulfing right hook blew his entire body away.
Takumi Tsuzuki. He was 15 years old.
He snorted cutely as he fainted with a healthy sleeping face suitable for a refreshing morning.
Leaving him alone, Fumino Serizawa started walking off in a bad mood.
Anyone who knew her would have said to himself or herself, “Giving Fumino Serizawa an opinion is like holding your hand in front of a hungry wolf.”
Gu, wasshan! (TL: This isn’t in quotes, and I have no idea what it means. I guess “go, washer?” Still really strange)
The lack of lag between “gu” and “wasshan” was amazing.
While the familiar screams of overkill echoed in the air, Tamaki opened the door and entered the classroom.
He managed to recover from fainting and get to the classroom before being late, only to be greeted by the roaring sound he heard at the beginning. And then, the familiar line of dialogue.
It was her speaking habit.「Die twice.」 There probably wasn’t a less appropriate line for a beautiful girl to use. The moment he sighed, a desk flew at him. Right into his face.
「Whoa!! Stop, Fumino! You’ll hit someone！」
He dodged and shouted without checking who threw it. The ruined desk made a sound behind him.
Of course, he knew of only one person in the classroom other than Fumino Serizawa who would throw a desk as opposed to a pillow.
「Hey, did you avoid it?！Don’t move, Kikuchi!!」
「Shut up！I’m just telling you the truth！」
Takumi managed to get between the two arguing with each other.
One was Fumino Serizawa, who had come to school with him earlier and knocked him out.
The other was Ieyasu Kikichi, Takumi’s best or perhaps worst friend.
Appearance wise, he was a young man with thin, shiny glasses and nervous lips.
He was an unhealthy young man with a scent of a so-called otaku.
This boy, whose tongue is like a disaster wearing clothes, had the worst compatibility with Fumino.
「Hmm……what are you doing today？Ieyasu.」
「You weren’t here, so I asked Serizawa、『What’s wrong？Is it the end of your lovey-dovey schooling with your childhood friend？Well, that’s right. It’s a law that such things must not exist in the third dimension, but only in gal games！Serves you right!』, then she snapped at me. I witnessed the strains on today’s youth！」
*Gogogo*……Takumi heard a rumbling sound. The voltage of Fumino’s anger could almost be seen rising. (TL: Gogogo = rumbling sfx)
「Mhm. Fumino, I’ll leave this to you.」
I had no problem presenting Ieyasu to Fumino.
「Wait, Takumi, aren’t we still friends?」
「It’s not fair to tease your friend and expect him to help you.」
「Taーkuーmiー！If I die, I can’t lend you that late-night anime you forgot to record last week！Can you hold out a few months until the DVD comes out?! If it’s a godly work, the Internet will freak out！」
「Oh, Fumino-kun. I’m the owner’s younger brother, so I’ll spare this one from you……」
「You’re a jerk！」
*dosu* With the spring of a knee, an angled gazelle punch exploded into Takumi’s body. (TL: Dosu = punching sfx)
I saw a slender leg swing up over me as I collapsed on my stomach.
「Why do I have to be told I have lovey-dovey schooling with Takumi? Also, what am I going to say when people laugh at me and say『Breakup? Real life childhood friends are so fragile.』Huh?」
*ga* *ga* *ga* Fumino’s kick explodes into Takumi’s back. (TL: ga = hitting sfx)
「It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Fumino! Ieyasu said that, not me.」
「Because of you, I’m being humiliated! You should at least discipline your friends！You’re too cocky for your own good!」
「Ādadadadadada―――――you’re hurting me, Fumino!」(TL: adadadadada – maybe you’ve heard this in anime, but I’m pretty sure it’s a sound people make when they’re in pain.)
「You should know the anger I felt alone in an empty store!」
The point of anger had suddenly changed. This was a dangerous sign.
「Youーknーowー, there’s a reason for what happened yesterday……I was」
「Circumstances, of course you have circumstances. But you know what?」
*ga* *ga* *ga* *ga* *ga* ……
The kick was delivered with a tremendous piston.
「Didn’t you think about how I felt when I was left alone for half a day without being told what was going on? With no cake to sell and no owner, what did you expect me, a part-time sales clerk, to do? I had no choice but to wait.」
「Apologies aren’t going to make yesterday come back! Why couldn’t you just call me?」
「It was my fault, I already said it was my fault! I’m sorry to have worried you.」
「*shi* *shi* *shi* I was worried about you!?」(TL: shi = sfx for touching gently or maybe kicking more gently, I guess. Maybe it’s due to her becoming embarrassed that she “hits” him softer)
Her complexion changed. After turning blue immediately, it turned bright red.
Just when Takumi realized he was in trouble, he found himself having already signed his death warrant.
「*shi* Who was worried?――――――――！Die twice！Die!!」
*dogashi*！A full-bodied stomp showed Fumino had been holding back until now. (TL: SFX for kicking)
「I’m just angry that I waited for no reason！Valuable time was wasted！My precious time！I’m glad you’re still alive！」(TL: The last sentence is sarcastic, and maybe is referring to Takumi’s random comment about how it was “wonderful to be alive.”)
Fumino said angrily, recalling her condition in technical terms. This is essential knowledge for Fumino researchers.
In times like these, you shouldn’t go against the grain, Takumi thought as he regained his composure.
However, it is Ieyasu himself who says unnecessary things at such times.
「If you didn’t have anything to sell, then there’s no point in waiting around. You should have just left.」
Fumino breathed at Ieyasu’s casual and harsh tsukkomi.
「Ku…I want to kill you too……」
A threatening phrase that sounded like it was coming from the depths of hell.
Takumi sighed inwardly.
Fumino is not honest. She isn’t honest at all. She isn’t straightforward at all.
She looks cute, but that’s only a small part of her DNA.
Most of the rest is made up of embarrassment, violence, and sharp-tongued bad language.
The explanation for her early morning moodiness goes as follows.
A cake shop with nothing to sell……in other words, Takumi’s house and Fumino’s place of work『Stray Cats』had neither Takumi’s sister, the owner, nor Takumi, the clerk, there.
Perhaps she was waiting for them. She was waiting for them to return to the empty store.
This was how it was interpreted by everyone except Fumino.「I was worried about you」she said.
But, Fumino was not honest. She can’t honestly say she was worried.
The reason is that she was not straightforward.
Fumino’s childhood friend, Takumi, may be the only one who understands that about her.
He decided to tell her what he had been hiding from her, saying he had no choice but to do so.
「Well, okay……I’ll explain it, properly. But in a place like this……」
「You can’t give me my time back, you know?」
In other words, explain. Facial expressions are the key to understanding Fumino.
He understood it from his long experience. But, there are some who don’t understand.
「You know, Serizawa」
ieyasu interrupted Takumi. Takumi tried to make eye contact from his slumped position.
Shut up, don’t open your mouth. But, Ieyasu’s gaze is so fixed on one point that he doesn’t even notice.
Then, he said some deadly words.
「Since a while ago, every time you’ve stepped on Takumi, your skirt rolled up.」
「e……？」(TL: Pronounced similar to “eh”, basically some kind of “huh”)
When your skirt was rolled up, it exposed the sensitive parts of your lower body……Takumi slightly regretted his decision to chicken out and take the prone position.
He thought, maybe I should’ve seen the panties in exchange for my life……no, I’m kidding.
「White and blue stripes……Striped panties are an item that only 2D girls are allowed to wear. I demand that you stop using them！」
Sometimes, Takumi was confused as to whether he should respect Ieyasu or play him for a fool, even now.
「Die a hundred times―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――！」
With Fumino’s furious voice, the violence raged.
As a result, Takumi didn’t get to see the panties.
Takumi didn’t think he’d pass out twice in one day.
And she was in a bad mood all day.
She was too scary for a beautiful girl.
No one was able to talk to Fumino that day.
As you can see, Takumi Tsuzuki lives a daily life where he wishes for a peaceful life, but cannot get it.
But, even this is just a peaceful event compared to what will happen.
Whether this is a blessing or curse, even he does not know.