Shiraishi Kageyuki - “Hidden Feelings” Short Story

While I was doing my daily routine of observing stray cats, I had a sudden thought.

That cat with a collar on it looked like a domesticated cat.

(What’s her name again ....... I forgot.)

I am curious as to why she was collared and why she "understands" Adonis, the terrorist.

What in the world is hidden in such an ordinary girl? My intellectual curiosity is tingling in its own way.

But it doesn't affect me if I don't remember her name.

If there is a reason, such as if I have to know the name to do my job, then it will be input into my mind on its own. Otherwise, names have no meaning.

It is a symbol for individual recognition.

If that is the case, I think a number is sufficient.

“Hm? You ...... have been very sweet lately. When I first met you, you used to run away as soon as you saw my face.“

With a wry smile, I picked up the stray cat in front of me.

The way it rumbles and purrs in its throat calms my heart.

Since they are stray cats, they should not be accustomed to people like this.

If they lose their guard, it will only lower their chances of survival.

...... Yes. If you let your mind get used to something, that's how much you forget how you should be living.

(Well, that's not really my thing.)

The most important thing for me has always been the same.

It would be foolish to lose sight of my true self by shaking my mind.

I'm not sure I've ever been able to find a way to do that. ......

But deep down in my faint sense of self-consciousness, I also felt a strange sense of anticipation.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the new world is not just about the old one, but about the new one as well. What color would that new landscape be?

“Well. I'm going to go now, number 8. I'm going to go now. ...... You, too, do your best not to die.”

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