Skyscrapers and tall buildings surrounded the city’s center. Towering amongst these buildings was a particular building that stood out… or rather looked down upon all the other buildings.
With a huge letter A, this building represented the gigantic gaming behemoth company that had and controlled mostly everything that was related to games.
Agnes.
Situated in the 5th floor of the building, the advertisement division ruled supreme.
In a certain cool air-conditioned floor, a hectic scene was occurring: a battlefield.
“oy OY OY! THIS IS TOTALLY THE WRONG CAPSULE ISN’T?”
“EEK! I’M EXTREMELY SORRY FOR OUR ERROR!” Several men yelled out in apology while sitting on their knees.
The man glared at the 4 men who were about to spill tears and spat out a sigh. “Oy you brats. We only have A FEW MORE HOURS… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ******* DOING?”
Sitting behind his desk, the man known as the division head was secretly in despair. The dead line was constantly approaching but time was not an ally. The project that they were all working on had no room for error…yet these guys managed to screw something up.
How do you mess up the three dimensional portrayal of differing capsules?!
Such an elementary error, yet it was repeated constantly.
Tension was high and morality was low: it was truly a battlefield.
… Just yesterday a couple of men even resigned due to stress. Well, the advertisement division was not necessarily paid well, so no one could blame their resignation.
“Ahh- Ah!” The section chief lamented in despair. “How do accomplish the dead line now?”
“Quickly! Fix these images and send them over to HQ for approval. SAKEDA! DON’T JUST SIT THERE COWERING. Think of a slogan for our new game-targeting kids in particular. QUICKLY. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS STILL DOING HERE?”
With his roaring, the other staff quickly ran out of his office. After his office was cleared, it was quite obvious that the section chief was in depression. His arms were wrapped around his head, which was laid on his desk.
If he failed this advertisement, the promotion that he yearned for would go down the drain. At the budding age of 40, he considered himself to be at the prime of his life. This man built up a reputation at the company and his division as a Spartan who stopped at nothing to accomplish goals.
But, unfortunately he face was worn down by imminent defeat.
There was no chance.
We have failed.
“Hey Makunchi you need any help?”
…
“IF YOU GUYS STILL HAVE ANY SPARE TIM—“….
Finally raising his head, the Section chief Makunchi stopped speaking. He recognized the bright voiced, cheery dispositional young man man. In other words, his savior.
Immediately jumping out of his seat and grasping the hands of his savior, Makunchi had glittery eyes from relief.
“Nato!!!”
“MY SAVIOR! PLEASE HELP!”
“There, there” The man known as Nato consoled the section chief. “I just helped the software division with finishing the final touches on the patch that’s going to release tonight and I’m here to help.”
…
The man known as Nato was certainly a hero. He was capable of doing what normal people could not; even under stress, his performance was remarkable. Combined with his optimistic personality, not even one person in the company hated him and by helping out others when they needed help, he was held in high regards with everyone.
“I basically got the gist of the situation. The heads want the final edition of the advertisement project in front of them before tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t worry about it! I’ll handle some of the burden.”
True to his words, Nato indeed handled the burden. In fact, he actually shouldered most of the work that was due. Aired advertisements that were supposed to be shown after a set amount of time during favored dramas, Advertisements on the cover of magazines and advertisements viewed by the people in general were dealt with one by one with Nato’s help.
Like a breath of fresh air, Nato was truly like a glimmer of light that was seen after a storm. Nato was well liked in all the other divisions.
Even the scary software division liked him and admired his hard working trait.
However, being a trainee, his training period was almost at its end. It was almost time for the bosses to decide whether or not to hire this individual; but almost everyone had predicted that it was going to this astounding young man.
--***---
“Sorry, unfortunately you are not the right fit for our company.”
“haah.” Nato spat out a sigh while remembering what the president of Agnes had said a bit earlier.
Clutching an envelope, Nato crossed the street.
While others in the same company were celebrating, Nato was super depressed. This was the third company that rejected him after a training period.
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It was payday: a day of celebration and drinking. However, only Nato was depressed. The coworkers that enjoyed his company just previously, now looked away and avoided him.
Receiving looks of pity from those he knew, Nato walked over to the nearby ATM and deposited the check.
“Ah~Ah.”
“Looks like I can survive at least a year or so with this.”
Looking at the cold numbers that was displayed on the ATM, Nato was super depressed. Knowing that he might be yet again unemployed, Nato frugally saved up everything that he could. He spent only a bit of the money that he received from his paycheck and from working overtime, which helped him discover a new hobby of his.
Withdrawing a couple of bills and glancing at his watch, Nato’s face scrunched up. “I have to hurry.”
It was already evening.
The shadows of the looming buildings slowly expanded its territory.
“Guess I’ll indulge myself again this time around.”
Walking over to another building, Nato pulled out his wallet.
That’s right.
He was heading towards the Red Lig—Toy district.
A few hours later, the young man exited the building with only five bags. He couldn’t indulge too much otherwise his survival might be endangered. In the bag were various books and different mecha models from all the anime that he watched.
Including wire slide cutters and x-acto knives, Nato had modeling paints, brushes as well as sand paper that can smooth different parts out. Starting with the smallest size available, Nato slowly but surely entered the world of Mecha Modeling.
With these tools in his hands, Nato could be considered a novice in the world of plastic model creations.
Discovering the joy of plastic mecha models, Nato had a small smile on his face despite the feeling of unemployment.
On his breaks and during holidays, Nato was immersed in the world of Fundam, Tengen Botta Burren Flagan, and light novels that featured Mechas. Well anything that featured Mechas in general really.
With one hand holding onto both bags and with his free hand propping up his glasses, Nato cheekily yelled out loud: “My drill is the drill that pierces the heavens!”
…
If Nato were in front of a store counter rather then on the street, the clerk would have reported the incident to the police due to suspicious behavior.
Noticing the weird stares and points coming from people, Nato hurriedly tried to cross the street. Grabbing his headphones out of his backpack, Nato rose the volume and continued walking. Fortunately these overhead headphones were noise canceling. His cheeks were still dyed pink from embarrassment.
“That was bad.” Nato scratched his head. “That anime was really too good! I almost lost myself for a second there.”
Feeling more stares on his back, Nato quickened his pace.
Fortunately his apartment was in close proximity to the toy district, as well as his ‘recently’ hir---fired job.
Still wearing a smile, Nato crossed the street obviously not seeing the looks of horror on a couple of people on the sidewalk.
Three different engines roared.
Beeping frantically, a truck driver tried to alert this young man who was crossing the street.
Despite the glaring headlights in front of him, Nato was ignorantly still walking forward while humming out a tune.
“To~oku hanareteru hodo ni ~~ chi kaku ni kanjiteru~”
(Authors note: Erm Gundam Seed- Reason)
Feeling a chill down his back, Nato finally looked to his left.
It was too late.
In the end Nato was too late and could not avoid the truck nor get out of the way in time. Resulting in a collision with Nato with his newly purchased materials and the truck. Nato, a charming young youth, brutally got ran over.
(Ara-Ara. I was going to buy that new master grade fundam model that was going to come out in a few months. I just bought--)
Pain.
Then there was nothing.
No flashbacks of memories, No dramatically meaningless, just brief emotions.
And with that, Nato Kurazaki no longer existed.
--***---
Somewhere, someone turned on the television.
Bzzt!
"Disrupting regular broadcasts!:
—Breaking news!
Around 9:45 P.M. tonight, a businessman known by the name of Nato Kurazaki died in a tragic accident with a truck belonging to Agnes! The victim was a businessman by the name mentioned before Nato Kurazaki (25).
…
According to recent updates! Paramedics were unable to save the victim.---”
Bzzt!
“Tch. How annoying. They canceled my football game for this horse sh---!?”
“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”
“Ara-ara. How pitiful. A young man in his prime died just like that.”