I got into my bumper car, which was this one where the base color was green and it had five or so white stripes. I didn't actually count, so it's more of an estimate, if I'm being honest. I feel like I recognized this car a lot. I don't remember coming here much when I was little, but I feel like I may have been in this car, or maybe someone else I know was in this specific car.
My sister, on the other hand, got into this red car which, if I had to assume, had roughly the same amount of stripes. However, instead of the stripes being white, they were black stripes. Not actually an important fact at all. I just found it interesting for some odd reason.
I must have been a little zoned out, too focused on the cars, if I had to assume. Since I hadn't even noticed that they had started up the bumper cars. Some asshole had alerted me to that fact by ramming into me. He must've had some sort of hatred for me, which is a normal occurrence for me, if I'm being honest.
Geez, I gotta stop overthinking things. If I don't snap out of this, then I'm gonna ruin my own goddamn day. If I went through all of this hard-work just for me to sabotage my own doings, I'm gonna be pissed off like I've never been before.
Actually, I suppose that is a little inaccurate since it wouldn't be the first time this has happened. I guess that I just have a thing for naturally ruining my day and such. I'm not sure why, if I'm being honest. Maybe I'm just overly optimistic, or something like that.
I turned my car around in order to get revenge on whoever had rammed into me. A pretty terrifying sight greeted me. I could only see the guy's goddamn back, but he looked pretty damn scary, if I'm being honest. The worst part was the fact that the dude was in a school uniform, and he looked a couple goddamn years older than me. This probably meant that he attended my school. Shit, no wonder he ran into me.
I turned back in the opposite direction. I didn't want to escalate the goddamn situation very much, if you want to know the truth. I set my sights on this white tourist guy in an orange car instead of that big kid. This guy looked like a much easier target. I mean, he was probably just here on some trip with his goddamn granddaughter or something. I'm sure he was a nice guy as well, which didn't make me feel any worse since he was probably just thinking of this as a game. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't care about this at all, but people ramming into me just annoys the hell out of me, if I'm being honest.
I rammed my car into the side of his. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind very much. In fact, he was actually laughing and having a good time, which made me feel a little goddamn envious, if you want to know the truth. I mean, it's not that I wasn't having any fun. It's just I wish I could have as much fun as that guy was having at any goddamn point in my life. But that wasn't the only reason, if I'm being honest. I envied him a bit because of the fact that he was from America, at least I think he was.
I always see videos of America online. I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it, it looks fun as hell. Everyone there looks like they have such a careless attitude, similar to me, I suppose. I guess they call it the land of the free for a reason since everyone looks so goddamn free there. It pisses me off that I can't have as much freedom as them, if I'm being honest. If I believed in God, I would constantly be praying to get randomly teleported there and be able to start a fresh life, completely leaving my Japanese roots in the past.
I hate almost everything about where I was born, which is Japan, of course. I mean, it's just so goddamn strict. Like, how the hell am I supposed to have any sort of fun with all these goddamn rules? Luckily, my dad hasn't been very strict, allowing me a bit more freedom. That would probably be completely different if my mom were still alive right now.
I mean, I don't hate my mom at all, probably since I don't have many memories of her, good or bad, so I don't really have a reason to hate her, apart from her bringing me into this goddamn family. I haven't thought very much about how different it would be if she were alive today. I've always just assumed things might be better if she were alive, but would they be? I would probably lose many of my current freedoms, like I just expressed. It's just that I wonder how different I would be. I mean, my current self would probably hate what type of person I would be if my mother were alive. One of the worst-case scenarios I could think of would be me turning out like my older brother, since he was a bit older than me when she was alive.
All of a sudden, someone rammed straight into the side of my car. I immediately maneuvered my car around to target them, but then I realized that the person in the other car was Chyna.
I felt somewhat better once I saw Chyna in that other car, laughing and enjoying herself. I mean, it especially made me happy since it was such a drastic change from how she was before we got into the bumper cars. She must have crazy mood swings, since I feel like she's constantly going from happy to sad, then back to happy. I personally wish that she could just stay happy. I think it would be much better for the both of us.
"Hehehe!" Chyna giggled as she attempted to escape from the wrath of my bumper car.
"Get over here!" I exclaimed, hoping to keep this bright mood ongoing.
I rammed my car into hers and then quickly spun around in order to try to escape getting her by her. Even I was laughing and having fun for once, it made me happy as hell just thinking about it. I turned my head around while laughing to see Chyna giggling while pursuing me. I let out a surprised noise to entertain her, but in my clumsy moment of enjoying myself, I failed to pay attention to my surroundings and rammed straight into another guy at full speed.
I was hoping, as well as assuming, that he would just let me off the hook. I mean, this is just bumper cars after all. Why wouldn't you expect to get ran into by other people?
I had hit his car with so much force that it sent me back into Chyna, and pushed her off into some other people. By the time I turned my head back around to face the guy rather than Chyna, he was already heading directly for me.
It was at that despicable moment when I realized who I had just run into. The second I realized it was him, I knew it was over for me. I had just incurred the wrath of the devil, no, a wrath far worse than the devil. If anyone else were in my shoes, they probably would just turn the other direction as fast as they could and attempt to get away. But I'm not like ordinary people, so I decided to run straight into him.
The person whom I was about to ram into, both of us at full speed, was my older brother.
Despite the fact that my entire body was filled to the brim with fear, I still planned on facing him head on. Even if it would get me killed later, I wanted to feel good and actually stand up to him for once. Not just semi-standup for myself, but instead I would completely stand up to him. I didn't care what the consequences were anymore. I was going to finally win in one of our engagements. I mean, it's not as if I had cared about the consequences before, though. It's just that I wasn't trying as hard, that's the reason for him always beating me up and such. Not the reason why he does it, but the reason he succeeds in it.
I felt as if the world slowed down for a few moments as the two cars prepared for head on collusion. He had this crazy look in his goddamn eyes. It looked as if he was planning on killing me. I wouldn't be surprised if that's what his real plan was either, if I'm being honest.
The two cars finally collided together, as it felt the world had returned to normal speed. The collision had been so violent that it felt as though it had shaken my entire skeleton and all the body systems within it. I didn't even know a collision between bumper cars could be that hard, if I'm being honest.
My brother still had that terrifying, awful expression plastered on his face that I despise with all of my being. He continued ramming his car into mine, over and over again.
How the hell had I not seen him in the goddamn line? I was probably too focused on Chyna's little meltdown about me lying to realize he was there. Goddamnit, I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings, don't I? I'm going to keep standing up to him, I don't care what happens to me, I just wanna protect my little sister who I adore.
Time felt as though each second was an eternity. I'm not sure how much longer we had on the bumper cars, but I sure as hell wanted it to be soon. My brother made this murderous grin and stared deep into my soul. It terrified the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth.
"Oh... Yasunari~" he said through his stupid-ass grin.
"Leave me the hell alone, Satou!" I responded in return to his creepy-ass way of saying my name.
"What if I don't?" he said before taking a brief pause. "What are you gonna do, beat me up?" he said while snickering.
"Yeah, I just might."
I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, as well as a lighter, in order to have a quick smoke before continuing this whole thing. I just wanted a quick break, that's all. Then I quickly took a puff before flicking it onto the floor.
"Aww, did you steal those too?" he said snarkily.
"No, actually, I bought them myself." I said in response.
"Yeah, right. All you are is some puny delinquent, so why the hell do you expect me to believe that you actually 'bought' them?"
"Would you shut the hell up?" I said, getting increasingly frustrated.
Satou was really beginning to get on my goddamn nerves now. I really might jump out of my bumper car and start going at him, I swear, I really might.
I contemplated it for a couple of seconds, then fully decided that I was fed up with him.
I was really about to fight my goddamn brother in a theme park of all places. Man, what the hell am I thinking? Whatever, this has been predetermined by fate, therefore this is nothing that I can do about it. This moment has been waiting for me my entire life!
I hopped out of my car and began walking towards his. He had a smirk on his face that was really pissing me off at that moment. I could hear the workers, or whoever, yelling at me to get back into the car. But I didn't listen. I was about determined to fight my brother.