the last letter. (in his pants pockets, to be dropped off downstairs)
*on red stationary decorated with blue and yellow stars, crumpled in a small ball*
Dear Mom,
I guess it's been a while since I've written.
Maybe not so long when you think about it-- a couple days. Six now, I guess. It's seemed like a long time. A lot of things have happened.
Too many *large scribble*
I guess, I just wanted to say goodbye. I hadn't figured that when I left for camp last week it'd be the last time I'd see you. Would've tried to be more awake at breakfast, yanno? I still wish my last real meal hadn't been natto though, I mean geez, just because Dad likes it doesn't mean dammit, what is this crap? come on, kuwahara, these are your last words? shit.
It's hard to know what to write. This's probably all a moot point, wonder if the boss-guy will even send these to you. Maybe you've already said your goodbye, they said they told you I was 'dead' almost a week ago. I messed up the letter last time, on the-- in the room. Things were different then, I was NO, no, Mom does not need to know this shit. Please. Thank you.
Fuck.
*a fresh sheet of paper, this one yellow with red and blue stars*
Dear Marui,
How's the afterlife? You may be wondering, why do you write someone who's dead? I mean, I guess I could just talk to you, seeing as you're right here, but that'd be disturbing. Besides, I don't wanna wake Buchou up. I mean... I don't wanna talk bad about Buchou or anything, but... But geez, my head really hurts. He could've at least warned me, yanno? Too bad you weren't alive, you could've warned me.
Of course, if you'd been alive, none of this would've happened.
*something illegible, possibly scratched out* But I'm done with that, yanno?
It's gonna be a beautiful day today. Wonder if you can see it.
Um, one last thing... If things had been different, if we hadn't ended up in the Program, would *the rest of the sentence is blackened out beyond recognition* Huh, that's too stupid to even put in a letter to a dead guy. ...Guess I'll be seeing you soon enough, so.
Take care of Buchou, will you?
I miss you.
Jackal
*on blue paper with red and yellow stars, placed under Marui's shoulder so it wouldn't blow away*
Buchou --
Good morning. I'm just running downstairs for a bit. I wrote a letter to my mom, and wanna leave it someplace in the hopes that it'll get back to her. I was afraid didn't want to disturb you, but I shouldn't be gone too long.
Just rest some, okay? I'll see if I can find some food or something.
Jackal
*on the last piece of paper in the pack, which is oddly pale green and scalloped and doesn't match the others at all*
Dear Mom,
Don't worry. It's going to be all right. I love you.
Good luck with Dad.
I'll look out for you-- you know, if I can.
Love, your son.
Dear Mom,
I guess it's been a while since I've written.
Maybe not so long when you think about it-- a couple days. Six now, I guess. It's seemed like a long time. A lot of things have happened.
Too many *large scribble*
I guess, I just wanted to say goodbye. I hadn't figured that when I left for camp last week it'd be the last time I'd see you. Would've tried to be more awake at breakfast, yanno? I still wish my last real meal hadn't been natto though, I mean geez, just because Dad likes it doesn't mean dammit, what is this crap? come on, kuwahara, these are your last words? shit.
It's hard to know what to write. This's probably all a moot point, wonder if the boss-guy will even send these to you. Maybe you've already said your goodbye, they said they told you I was 'dead' almost a week ago. I messed up the letter last time, on the-- in the room. Things were different then, I was NO, no, Mom does not need to know this shit. Please. Thank you.
Fuck.
*a fresh sheet of paper, this one yellow with red and blue stars*
Dear Marui,
How's the afterlife? You may be wondering, why do you write someone who's dead? I mean, I guess I could just talk to you, seeing as you're right here, but that'd be disturbing. Besides, I don't wanna wake Buchou up. I mean... I don't wanna talk bad about Buchou or anything, but... But geez, my head really hurts. He could've at least warned me, yanno? Too bad you weren't alive, you could've warned me.
Of course, if you'd been alive, none of this would've happened.
*something illegible, possibly scratched out* But I'm done with that, yanno?
It's gonna be a beautiful day today. Wonder if you can see it.
Um, one last thing... If things had been different, if we hadn't ended up in the Program, would *the rest of the sentence is blackened out beyond recognition* Huh, that's too stupid to even put in a letter to a dead guy. ...Guess I'll be seeing you soon enough, so.
Take care of Buchou, will you?
I miss you.
Jackal
*on blue paper with red and yellow stars, placed under Marui's shoulder so it wouldn't blow away*
Buchou --
Good morning. I'm just running downstairs for a bit. I wrote a letter to my mom, and wanna leave it someplace in the hopes that it'll get back to her. I was afraid didn't want to disturb you, but I shouldn't be gone too long.
Just rest some, okay? I'll see if I can find some food or something.
Jackal
*on the last piece of paper in the pack, which is oddly pale green and scalloped and doesn't match the others at all*
Dear Mom,
Don't worry. It's going to be all right. I love you.
Good luck with Dad.
I'll look out for you-- you know, if I can.
Love, your son.