Kuro Neko

The 8th suicide of the lucky black cat %^ and (

Here are some strange stories that are very familiar in this world : )

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The 8th Suicide of the Lucky Black Cat

“Why is it like this?” I asked Sykes, who was sitting dozing in the classroom while the teacher was teaching at the front of the class. He was still asleep with a blank expression on his face. I poked him several times before he woke up...damn it.

“Kuroo-kun. He tried to commit suicide again.” Said replied. Kuro-kun is Said's pet cat. That's weird, isn't it? How can a cat commit suicide? But I've been talking about it for about three months now. It was a joke that wasn't taken seriously. I think he's a strange person. Everyone thinks like that.

Sikes often says things that other people don't understand. Has an impenetrable sense of humor For example, 'Peter has a brain size 8.

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Or, 'The Mona Lisa might have a birthmark on her ass,' something like that. He usually sits quietly and writes something down in his notebook or plays.

PSP

Winning is mostly an activity like any other man but doesn't associate with anyone. Looks like a nerd. But it looks weirder than nerd.

“Again... how did he try to commit suicide?” I asked, as Syke sat up from his slumber.

“He locked himself in the laundry bin last night. But luckily, he doesn't know how to turn on the washing machine.” My god, Psychic Fantasy!~ A cat commits suicide by washing itself in the laundry tub. You can imagine. He has a lot of funny jokes about cats. Sometimes I wonder if he's addicted to marijuana or something. What were you thinking about that number?

“He might want to take a shower,” I replied, as if it were a situation for a person like me.

“Miss Herlene, can you give me an example of one of Shakespeare's works that you like?” Professor Duke's voice stabbed me in the middle of my stomach, causing blood to flow to my ankles...

"Uh..." I hesitated to answer. Feeling hot, I looked at the front of the class. The teacher was looking through his square-rimmed glasses with an expectant, half-emotional look in his eyes. The truth is, it's not that I've never read any of Shakespeare's works. But why do you have to ask me? From time immemorial, I was not good at saying things like this in front of many people.

“Macbeth.” Why me? No, everyone, stop looking at me!!

"And you ? Mr. Danworth.” This time Master Duke switched his sights to Sykes instead. Sykes looked at the front of the class with unawakened eyes. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, and even yawned in an extremely obvious way.

“What did you ask just now?” asked Syke. Oh my god, Syke!! Mr. Brave!!

“I said, give me an example of one of Shakespeare's works that you like,” the professor asked almost through gritted teeth.

“Macbeth.”

“Why do you like it? Please explain.”

“Then you can change it to Othello.”

“Then let me explain something.”

"What's a good story to take... Hutchai!!!” Sait sneezed loudly and loudly. You startled me. After a moment, he raised the back of his hand and rubbed his nose. He didn't seem to have the nerve to answer Master Duke's question at all.

“Just one story, Mr. Denwerch.”

“So Macbeth. I like it because it's good... I don't like Shakespeare that much. If I'm telling the truth, I'm indifferent to all things Shakespeare. But if I had to choose only Shakespeare, I would probably choose Macbeth. That's it,” Sykes replied. After that, the two of them looked at each other, silent for a long time. I mean Master Duke and Sykes, who blinked first and lost?

After class ended, I followed behind Syed because he had forgotten to zip up his backpack. Sykes was ordered to write an essay on Shakespeare's literature. He must be very annoyed.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” I followed until I saw a picture of the bag zipped shut and returned it to Sikes. He turned to look at me for a moment, then returned to staring at the screen.

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His bike can walk while playing games, cross the road, eat, watch movies, sit and study for exams at the same time as playing games. Can you believe it? And he will hear everything that matters. Emphasize that only important matters Even though he wears headphones all the time.

“Do you know how to say thank you?” I think it was because he was just playing a game.

“Yes, thank you,” Sykes replied curtly. I was very annoyed by his behavior. Sometimes I think he's strange and interesting. He's a pretty good-looking guy. You can still consider him handsome. Handsome but not very conscious, can you imagine that? And because of this level of carelessness about the world He has no friends or women. There's nothing.

Even I myself could not accept his disinterest in the world. I really feel sorry for this man's handsomeness.

I stopped following him. And he continued walking without paying attention. So I parted ways with him there to catch the bus home. If you go back home I thought I'd go look at some of Shakespeare's books and see if it might help. Actually, this person is not very helpful at all.

02 : 40 (Two forty minutes)

The phone vibrated next to my ear. Who was calling to wake me up at a time like this? When I fumbled with my phone and saw the incoming call, I was a little excited. Admittedly, I'm a little interested in Cy, like he's cute. But it's also annoying. Can you imagine? I answered the phone even though I was angry when I saw it was 2:40 a.m. on the phone.

“Hello Kate!! Are you awake!?” Said shouted until his ears nearly burst. Has Adam's apple fallen out? Is it true, your father? So I pointed the microphone close-up at my mouth, took a deep breath until my lungs were tight, and then…

“Then why are you yelling!!!?” He called it a thorn and had to use a thorn. Let the earwax fall back into the brain. Good, you deserve it.

“Kuro-kun committed suicide again! This is the 7th time!!” Yes, this is the 7th time you've called to wake me up about my cat committing suicide. If I'm not mistaken, the last time you called was at 4:00 a.m. and said your cat tried to jump out of the juniper tree to commit suicide... What's so crazy about Juniper?

Is it your own bonsai pot in the back of your house? Is this marijuana here?!?

“You should go to sleep. It's already 3 a.m..” How much composure do I need to say this, think about it?

“What should I do, Kate?! It's dead again. It's the 7th time it's died... you! Can you come help me? I can't watch this alone. Tonight, it will definitely be the 8th time he commits suicide!!” He shouted loudly.

“Huh!?” Wait, if I'm not mistaken, Sykes was calling to wake me up to tell me to come to his house at 2:40 in the morning, right? About the cat trying to commit suicide. As far as I can remember, Sikes said he was home alone. So does that mean that if I go out to see him, it will be just me and him? What a risky and precarious offer!

“I don't know who to call but you.” His voice was soft, but listening to it I felt my heart pounding.

“I know it's strange. But can you please come out?” What should I do? Or not? Even though I secretly like him a little, wouldn't it be a bit tempting to come out to his house late at night? Just a few minutes ago I was still sleeping soundly. I dreamed of dipping my toes in the water in Florida. And now what is this when I wake up?

“Street 6, house number 144 Yellow Green Park Village. I'll wait to hear the bell.” Those were the last words before Syke cut off the phone and dumped 1,000 tons of atmosphere on top of me, causing me to struggle to death.

03 : 50 (3:50 a.m.)

I push my bicycle through the village streets. Until I reached house number 144. I couldn't believe I had gotten here. The road was dim, there were some village road lights, but it was still dark. I tightened my scarf a little to escape the cold. before ringing the bell I must be going crazy

For about a minute, everything was quiet. I'm dying of cold. So I rang the bell again. God damn it!

"Excuse me." The door opened suddenly. Sykes gasped, his body ragged, his face covered in black dust, and he appeared to be covered in sweat in the cold weather.

“What are you doing?” I wondered seriously.

“Catch Kuro-kun. Come in first,” he said, opening the door for me. Oh god, Cyke. My heart is pounding like a choice in the game between

Yes

with

No

So, isn't it? Sykes was still panting at the door. He wore a white t-shirt and long pajama pants. It's an unfamiliar picture. He usually wears a hoodie over a t-shirt. I walked past him into the house. It's much warmer inside.

“I still haven't caught Kuro-kun,” he said, then closed the door and walked away, not caring that I was still standing. No matter what time or time, you are always like this. You never paid attention to me standing here...

I followed behind into the main room of the house and oh my god!! He was ducking his head into the fireplace. And it looked like he was trying to climb into the chimney! The firewood in the fireplace was still smoldering. I assumed it was splashed with water because there was a can of water rolling on the floor of the room. And the olive vine patterned carpet was soaked. I shouted.

He dragged him out of the chimney. I think he needs to see a doctor and get treatment to come off the drugs or he might have a nervous breakdown. Or should I call the police if he gets crazy and what do I do?

“What are you doing!?” Said shouted loudly in the chimney. Meanwhile, I tried to pull on his shirt and drag him back out of the chimney. His arms had scrapes and burn marks on his feet. Even though he was wearing sneakers, the pant legs still had burn marks that penetrated the skin. At first I didn't notice at all. But now it's clear with both eyes.

Pok!

“Ouch!.. What is wrong with you!?” Sykes shouted loudly because I dragged him out. And it was a bit of a coincidence that his head hit the edge of the fireplace opening. What will fit like that... He stood there scratching his head and looking at me. His face didn't look like a drunk person at all.

“So what did you do? It's dangerous, you know!?”

“I told you I was following Kuro-kun. Have you even listened to this?” Kuro-kun, again, where do cats go to commit suicide? And why would it go into the chimney? Even if it were you, this would be too strange!

“You didn't take anything, right?” I decided to ask directly.

“.......” He fell silent. The eyes that stared at me were so silent that I felt cold...and this was Death Air... After he didn't answer anything. He turned back to the chimney. and dipped my head into the fireplace again. Lord Syke, what should I do? Sykes had never looked at me like that before. No matter how he ignored the world, his gaze just now was like being pierced through his heart by an old, rusty knife.

What Sykes was thinking, I can only guess. I don't even dare to touch him again. Just stood there still.

What happened to Syke...and...what happened to me?

The sound of crackling wood in the fireplace Sikes stood on the hot wood. I was afraid. I didn't know what I was afraid of, but I was very afraid. This was not at all like I thought. While staring, I heard a sound.

Cat sound!

A moment later he moved his head out of the chimney of the fireplace. In his arms he held a large, ragged-looking black cat. I was stunned at least he didn't lie about the cat in the fireplace. But I wonder if it really committed suicide!

“You would say that...”

“Let it be,” he said curtly again. But why did I feel heavy this time, like I was carrying something? It was very heavy. I looked at him as he limped to sit on the sofa, and a fat black cat lay motionless in his arms. It made a moaning noise in its throat. There was blood flowing from Syke's ankle. Not sure if it was a stick or a burn.

“What happened?” I asked, looking at him.

“This is the 8th time…” Said said while looking at him. I'm trying to find space in my brain. and expand it to receive site information Maybe a person with brain 8

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Maybe not Peter But it's me.

“You mean that Kuro-kun committed suicide?” I asked. I must be crazy....

“I wasn't drunk or anything. If you don't understand, it's not strange. Because I don't understand it either,” he said. It was beginning to not be funny. I couldn't tell if he was making cat jokes like he always did or if he was being serious. I can't see his face. Because he lowered his head and kept stroking Kuro-kun's head.

In my heart I could only shout out: Stop it, Syke, please stop making jokes.

“Kuro-kun...stop it. Don't do this." Said's voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like he was crying... I stand and look at him from here. The man was hugging a black cat and started crying inside. There were no tears, but he made me feel like he was about to die. I walked closer, crouched down and sat down on the ground in front of him. The bike's face doesn't look good at all. It squeezes my heart.

Now I don't know what he's sad about. The fat black cat lay still. It didn't look too injured. Without speaking, I gently placed my hand on his knee. Now it was like there was a very large rock stuck in my throat. It hurts so much that I can't say anything.

“What happened, Sir? I... I don't understand. You said that Kuro-kun tried to commit suicide, but...” But how could a cat commit suicide? It's an animal.

“Do you believe in curses?” Sikes said.

05 : 00 (Five o'clock)

I'm sitting on the floor The scoop had Syke's feet resting on it. It was wrapped in a clean white bandage. He was still sitting on the sofa and hugging Kuro-kun. Said told me that he had received Kuro-kun from a Japanese priest when he was a child. It's a lucky black cat. The priest told him that Kuro-kun would bring good luck when his nine lives were over.

This means that Kuro-kun can die 9 times, and the 9th time he will die permanently, so Kuro-kun's 8th death will be his final resurrection.

“But I don't understand. And why did he have to attempt suicide?” I asked. Zike's story confused me like he'd been hit in the head with a baseball bat, everything mixed together to the point where I couldn't tell if I was crazy. Or is he telling the truth? His story sounded like a hollow legend from a creepypasta website. Nonsense, can't be trusted

But even so, the attitude he displayed Makes me feel like it's true. I'm going crazy like Sykes, I'm going crazy, without a doubt.

“Because it's a lucky cat,” he replied.

“What does that mean?”

“Father Komura said that It will bring good luck when it expires. It is a lucky cat that has a very long lifespan. He has never been sick in the past 17 years. No cat can live this long. He was a young cat for 17 years but recently he started trying to commit suicide... Yes, to bring me luck.”

Sykes said and moved up from the sofa. He limped out of the room, still holding Kuro-kun. So I got up and followed him. I don't know why I followed him. There aren't any signs. And he didn't even call out. After following the bike out of the living room He continued walking down the narrow path.

and turned the corner next to the bathroom. I saw him stop and look out the window. So I followed him outside that window. I keep my eye on... A juniper tree about 10 meters tall stands tall in the lush garden of Yellow Green Park Village. That reminds me of the night he called to tell me that Kuro-kun had tried to commit suicide by jumping out of a juniper tree...it really did.

...I don't know anymore which stories are true and which ones are lies. Or what's the joke?

“But I still don't understand that. What kind of luck would it bring if you were hurt like this?” I asked, looking out at the calm juniper. Try to imagine Kuro-kun soaring down from the treetops. Plummeting to the ground... The sky was beginning to turn faintly pink and the sun was about to peek over the horizon.

“What about you?” I turned to look at him. And he looked back at me as well.

Kuro-kun commits suicide for the 8th time by throwing himself into a chimney. I stood in front of the craziest man in the world. It was now 5:10, nineteen minutes after Kuro-kun passed away... He just fell asleep in his arms and didn't wake up the ninth or 10th time. Sykes told me he was trying to hold back his breath.

He knew it the whole time he held it in his arms. It was the 9th time he tried to commit suicide, so he said, 'Kuro-kun.. Stop it. Don't do this.'

The two of us went out to the garden of Yellow Green Park Village. It's five thirty-nine minutes. Kuro-kun's body was enveloped by the earth. Together we buried it under a juniper tree. Pink light painted the sky The air was so cold that our bodies ached. I lightly touched Sykes' shoulder, just wanting him to know that I was still standing.

His face was free of tears. But I know it's flowing inside

It's five fifty-nine minutes. Everything is quiet. This world is so vast and empty. We are just a speck of dust in an endless expanse... A faint light shines all over the area. The sun shone brightly under the clouds and everything became a soft blue. Steamy and pink Sykes gently held my arm.

We stood looking at each other without speaking. He used those sad eyes to ask me a question and I said yes without a word. We let our bodies talk. Under the silence, sorrow, sadness and cold... His warmth moved closer, their warm lips pressed together. I'm floating far away

Kuro-kun...

She is undoubtedly the lucky cat. Is it just that you bring me luck? No one can know this.

Kuro-kun...

From now on, I will come and visit you here. As often as I can...

Hey!

Lucky cat who sacrificed for love

- Cat