You probably already know but I just realized eneven though I read it some time ago.. Sagara has his own story, after he gets his heart broken : http://www.mangago.zone/read-manga/kiss_mo_dekinakatta/
... but I need to write it somewhere.
I found this manga in august 2016, a few weeks, maybe even few days, after my cat died, hit by a car.
It was really hard at first to read this, I cried a lot just looking at Haru, because my cat was similar to her.
I found her in the countryside in 2009, where I go every chances I get. She was a few months old when we found her, probably 3 month old or even less. My father was convinced that she was the only survivor of the litter, probably killed by humans. She may have been able to survive on her own, but she was so small... We lived then in an appartment in the suburbs of Paris, but quite a big one - it had a 2nd floor - and we used to go in the countryside every hollydays since both my grandparents lived there. So we decided to take her.
My father didn't want to take her at first, but he was vulnerable then, having divorced a month before, and I really, really wanted that cat - I was 15 and the divorce got me bad too, so I manage to convince him.
I think that this cat - we called her Hortie (Ortie = nettles), because when my sister found her for the first time, she got stung by nettles - was in love with my dad. She was a very playfull cat - with me, but always looked sullen and pissed off. She wasn't cuddly at all, she rarely purred (only when she was eating food) and never jump on laps to get cuddled.
Except with my dad. She spent hours on his laps, looking at him, waiting for something, or on a cushion beside him on the couch, to sleep or look at him some more. When we were to the countryside, she agreed to go outside only when my father were outside too.
She never knew my parents together, they already were divorced when we got her, but she may have feel the anger of my father for my mother because the few times I took her to my mother's while my father was away for buisness, my mother - who is very cat-friendly - could not approach her, Hortie kept spitting and caterwauling and stayed in my room except when it was time to eat or when my mother wasn't here.
It was a really strange cat, with a strong personnality, but it was the best cat you could hope for, and she was the cat we needed my dad and I to get over the divorce.
In French, we have a word to call the one plush that a kid can not let go and sleeps and lives with for as long as he can : we call that a doudou (doux means soft) (comforter or security blanket in english I think ?). Anyway, before I realized it, I called Hortie my doudou constantly, and that was what she was for me.
My parents got divorced in june 2009. We found her in august 2009, and she got hit by a car, in the countryside where she was born, in august 2016, exactly 7 years later.
By then, my father had bought a house in this same countryside, had met woman he fell in love with and was happy. I, I got my master degree in french litterature and was about to go to England for 8 months to be a french assistant in a school. My sister had finally forgiven my mother, and was in a steady relation after a few blurred years.
All of us had turn the divorce-page and other difficulties we might have had over.
I'm not religious at all. If I'm something, I would be an atheist.
But I couldn't help but think that she died right when our lives were back on tracks. I mean, the house is in a village in a middle of nowhere, if there are 3 cars passing by in a day, we have the feeling it's crowded. She litteraly was a scareddy cat, she never left the garden, even rarely went behind the porch anyway.
And this day, she decided suddenly to cross the road at the very same moment the only car of the last two hours passed by.
It has been really hard for me and my dad since then. When I found this manga, I was torn apart each time I read a chapter but I could not stop waiting for them. I thought then that I never ever wanted a cat, because I couldn't bear another inevitable seperation. It's way too painful. I still think so, and I still miss Hortie very much.
But I'm glad I have known her, she was the best cat I have ever seen, and I never regretted getting attached to her.
I loved her, and I still do.
i cread reading this （/TДT)/
you will be missed hotie-chan
(& rad this cricri )(&don't give up on cats ok stay strong!)
That's really sad! I'm sorry for your loss. Hortie sounds like a great cat, a dear friend and a very deeply loved member of ur family. I hope ur pain ease a little as time passes <3
Wow ! I didn't expect anyone to read this long monologue !
Thank you Alice and Risa95. 2 years and a half have passed now, I'm fine, it still hurts a bit, but I'm gratefull to Hortie and more glad than sad to have known her.
Thank you so much for your comforting words !!
Hortie (T^T)
This + The Manga = Me crying like a river.
It wasn't my purpose at all ! I'm sorry !┗( >﹏< )┛
I just needed to talk about her, and it did make me feel better..
She was a fantastic cat, even though she was moody and a little bit crazy now that I can think back about it (and a little bit overweighted)... that was what made her this fantastic actually !
Sad... ╥﹏╥ but what a nice relationship you had! Cats truly are wonderful! Hortie is a hero in cat-form!! Separation is hard especially for a pet that is family. I hope all wounds would heal and you'll be able to take care of a new cat. Hugs to both of you!
⊂(・﹏・⊂) ⊂(・﹏・⊂)
Sometimes life seems like there are people or animals just right there at the right moment. I'm happy for yoy that you got to have a kind of help after the divorce. Still sad that Hortie died too early...
A hero in cat-from, that probably is the best description ever !
Thank you very much for your kind words. You're all so sweet !
(needless to say that the cat on you picture is the fluffiest and cutest !!)
You're right, it definitly was this kind of feeling. It had to be her and no one else, and I'm glad I had the chance to meet her and keep her for this seven years.
All your words helped me a lot, even if it has been two years now, it's still painful and it's still helpful to get comfort from other people.
Thank you ! ٩(⁄●⁄'⁄◡⁄'⁄●⁄)۶
My 1st cat got hit by a car few years ago right in front of our house. He died at the age of 2 yro.
I was really heartbroken knowing that he died alone in that cold street where we found him already starting to get hard.
I was grieving for a whole month and didn't wanna have another cat.
He was the only friend that I had.
I hated the people that saying that I shouldn't grief over a pet, because they just animals and can be replaced by getting another pet.
I was really angry when they said that to me.
After that month of grieving a street kitten came into my life I didn't wanna have him, but somehow he warmed my heart and so I adopted him.
But unfortunately he to has left my side having a stroke at age of 2.
Yet again I was sad, but not as much as my 1st.
I didn't had cats for long time after that until my little dog found a kitten barely 20 days old in our garden. Very skinny.
I couldn't leave him alone. And nursed him after checking him up at the vet.
He's black and white fur shines more and more and belly grew round. He grew up nicely. But he's very naughty cat. My little prince is now 8 yro while my dog is almost 13 yro.
I hope both of my beloved "kids" would have a long life.
*his black and white fur
I understand what you mean...
I lost my pet, a grumpy 11 years old rabbit, exactly one year ago. I still miss him and always will, but all the memories I have of him are still with me.
The only difference with your story, it's that my grumpy little one did the opposite of your cat. He would be grumpy and snob all the other people but me. It always made my heart feel warm, also because he was not the type to stick close to people at all.
I'm so sorry, it must have been so hard to lost the first one, and get attached to another one even though you didn't want it at first, to finally lose him so fast. It was very brave of you to take the seconde and third one, instead of finding someone else to keep them and to love them.
But it is still a happy ending, and I hope that the three of you will live happily ever after !
Your grumpy rabbit must have had a very happy and peacefull life with you !
It's always such a warm feeling when a pet finally get attached to you, even though he still has trouble dealing with other people. You managed to make him feel safe, and that's the most important thing.
Hortie cuddled with my dad she was in love with, and went to me when she wanted to play. Even though she was already seven y.o, she still loved to hide and to play with my hands, so much that she sometimes forgot to be carefull and since I didn't care one bit, I still have some light scars.
Thanks you (=・ω・=)
I read it too, it certainly isn't too long, au contraire!
Ce chat a enrichi ta vie. Ces beaux souvenirs, c'est le cadeau qu'ils nous donnent pour le temps après qu'ils nous ont quitté...
J'ai lu ton "au contraire" avec l'accent anglais avant de comprendre que tu parlais français, et je me suis sentie vraiment bête !
C'est une très belle vision de la chose, que de voir les souvenirs comme un cadeau qu'ils nous laissent pour continuer sans eux. C'est vraiment à la fois poétique et consolant. Alors merci beaucoup pour tes mots !
De rien. Pardonne-moi de sauter comme ça d'une langue à l'autre; je me réalisais à moitié chemin que je parlais à une Française (qui écrit très bien l'Anglais, par ailleurs)
Alors moi, comme je suis Belge, ça me paraissait absurde de continuer en Anglais. (J'habite Ypres, la Ville des Chats).
Durant ma vie, j'ai eu une longue ribambelle de chats, qui chacun m'ont fait l'héritier de beaux souvenirs, pour lesquels je suis très reconnaissant. Ca sert à te consoler de leur disparition. Et à te convaincre d'adopter un nouveau chat!
I’m very sorry for your loss. Don’t forget to cherish the precious memories you have of her.
So sorry for your loss.
I know how sad it is to lose a cat. Those little creatures that become a part of your life and your family. It was very difficult for me to read this as well. My 13 year old cat died of cancer. He had surgery to extract a tumour and half a year later it came back and we had to euthanize him. It was one of the most difficult times of my life.
But now, every time I read this manga, i find myself smiling. Or even crying. Not only because it's beautiful and funny. But also because I can totally picture my cat thinking that.
This manga is a great medicine to all of us who have lost a furry piece in our lives.
T'as raison, c'eut été un peu stupide de continuer en anglais.
J'ai toujours rêvé d'avoir un chat, mais mes parents ne voulaient pas vu qu'on était en appartement. Je me suis toujours dis que grande, j'aurai toujours un chat. C'est pour ça que quand j'ai trouvé Hortie, j'ai honteusement profité de la faiblesse de mon père pour le convaincre de la garder. J'étais tellement contente.
Comme je disais, ça va faire deux ans et demi, la douleur commence à s'apaiser. Mais malgré la promesse que je m'étais faite petite, je suis toujours pas sûre de pouvoir reprendre un chat un jour, parce que c'est quand même bien trop douloureux... J'admire les gens qui sont capables de se concentrer sur les bons souvenirs !
Thank you very much for your kind words !
I do cherish them, I don't think a day goes by without me thinking of her or remembering something she used to do !
Tu fais trop focus sur leur mort, et pas assez sur leur vie. C'est une faute commise par beaucoup de gens: ils disent tous comme toi: "j'ai tellement eu de chagrin à sa mort, que ne n'en aurai plus jamais." Et en ce faisant, ils continuent de souffrir indéfiniment, sans se rendre compte que c'est bien la peur de souffrir qui les fait souffrir. Car ce n'est pas sa mort qui te fait si mal, mais le vide qu'elle a laissé dans ton coeur, dans ta vie. Et ce vide, il y restera jusqu'à ce qu'il se fera remplir par un autre chat!
Dans tous les refuges, des centaines de beaux chats attendent que quelqu'un de gentil vienne les chercher pour leur donner un petit panier bien douillet et un humain pour câliner. Et ils te récompenseront en faisant disparaître ton vide si douloureux.
Je te jure, il y a des gens qui gaspillent toute leur vie et des tonnes d'effort et même d'argent dans le culte du regret après la mort de leur chat ou chien: ils vont jusqu'à faire empailler leur dépouille ou le fair enterrer dans une tombe digne d'un roi, qui leur aura coûté des millions. Tout cette dévotion frôlant le ridicule, aurait pu être dépensé tellement mieux en donnant le bonheur à d'autres bonnes bêtes abandonnées, qui attendent tristement dans les refuges!
Je suis d'accord avec toi, sauf que si c'était si simple, il n'y aurait pas ce problème.
Je sais bien que je devrais me concentrer sur les bons moments, mais je n'y arrive pas. Autrement je le ferais. C'est sans doute parce que j'ai une très mauvaise mémoire, et que le passé est toujours très flou dans mon esprit, que ce soit par rapport à Hortie ou n'importe quelle autre partie de ma vie. C'est comme ça depuis toujours, j'ai très peu de souvenir de mon enfance/adolescence ; la douleur, elle, par contre, est vive et concrète.
J'ai passé des moments merveilleux avec Hortie, c'est vrai, mais ça a été d'autant plus douloureux que ces moments ont été merveilleux. Si je m'attache à un autre chat, ce sera avec la même dévotion et le même amour, pour la même souffrance quand il me quittera, ce qui arrivera inévitablement. Et je sais que c'est débile, et que se protéger de cette manière empêche beaucoup de truc, mais c'est plus fort que moi.
Ca fait deux ans, et la douleur commence peu à peu à s'apaiser. Peut-être que le temps finira par faire son travail, que mon processus de deuil est juste lent.
De toute manière je vis désormais dans Paris, dans un appartement nettement plus petit qu'avant, je ne peux pas prendre de chat. Et un chat en appartement, en soi, c'est quand même cruel.
Oh, I'm really sorry too. Having to euthanized your cat must be really terrible, to accept it must be so hard... !
It was brave of you to take this decision to relieve him from his suffering, even though it was painful for you.
I agree that this manga is a really great therapy ! I find myself smiling while reading it too. We need some sweet and fluff in our life, and this manga provides us with that !
Je ne sais pas... j'ai vécu avec deux chats dans un appartement menu, et ils étaient fort heureux, crois-moi. L'un était un réchappé d'une vie misérable de chat de bas-fonds, la peur, la maladie, le froid, la faim... Il se croyait au Paradis, le pauvre! Et l'autre, je l'avais depuis tout petit chaton, il n'avait aucune idée qu'il y avait une autre manière de vivre qu'en appartement. Ils avaient leur petite place au soleil sur le balcon, ils avaient leur arbre à gratter, leurs jouets, leur litière propre, les fauteuils à dormir dessus, leurs gamelles, l'ordinateur à dormir dessus (eh oui, tout comme cette petite chatte Haru dans la manga), et ils avaient l'un l'autre pour se bagarrer, jouer ensemble, et dormir dans les bras l'un de l'autre; et ils avaient leur maître qui rentrait le soir de son travail, et à qui ils faisaient la fête tous les soirs!
Et... non le moindre avantage: ils ne risquaient pas de se faire écraser sur les routes....
Alors, cruel? Non. Vraiment pas. Surtout pas avec deux chats; mais même un chat seul n'en souffre pas. Un chien, ça oui; je n'ai jamais eu de chien, par choix, même si j'adore les chiens tout autant que les chats; mais un chien sur un appartement, tout seul toute la journée avec un maître qui ne rentre que le soir... non. Il y a d'autres gens, avec d'autres styles de vie, qui seraient de meilleurs maîtres de chien que ça. Mais un chat, ce n'est pas un chien, ce n'est pas un humain non plus. Les chats sont animaux solitaires, c'est même le seul animal domestique du genre solitaire que nous ayons. Tous les autres sont du genre social, comme nous. Le chat, lui, n'est social que pendant son enfance -très bref- et après il devient animal solitaire. Il n'éprouve aucun besoin impératif de compagnie. Il s'en accomode, au pis aller; il aime bien, mais il n'en a pas besoin pour être heureux, contraire à nous et aux autres animaux.
Pour ce qui est de ton deuil, j'ai l'impression qu'il n'est pas tout à fait "normal", si je peux dire. Tu sembles pleurer ce chat comme si'l s'agissait d'un être humain; tu as peut-être investi trop d'émotions là-dedans, davantage qu'il n'est sage pour un animal dont tu devrais bien savoir que de toute façon il ne vivrait jamais plus longtemps que n'importe quel autre chat! Les animaux, ça ne vit pas si longtemps que les hommes, peut-être à l'exception des perroquets et des tortues... Leur mort fait partie de leur vie tout comme la nôtre. Nous savons tous qu'un jour nous aurons à enterrer nos parents, nous; quoique nous avons l'habitude d'effacer cette pensée de notre tête chaque fois que ça nous vient. Mais ça arrive inévitablement, on n'y échappe qu'en mourrant avant eux... Mon père vient de mourir il y a deux semaines. Il avait beau avoir 98 ans, c'était toujours mon père! Je savais que je ne pouvais guère exiger qui'l continuât à vivre encore trente ans... Mais ça n'epêche que ce n'est pas drôle, même si je m'y attendais déjà depuis quelques années.
Mais nous savons tous que ça arrivera, un jour ou l'autre. Que ce soit d'un accident, comme il est le cas pour les parents de ce pauvre jeune homme dont il est question dans cette manga bien charmante, ou après une loooongue vie satisfaisante mais qui finissait par devenir un fardeau, comme avec mon père à moi. On sait que ça viendra un jour. On n'a qu'à s'y faire.
La mort de nos animaux de compagnie, comme elle vient plus tôt que celle des membres de notre famille, peut nous apprendre ce que c'est d'accepter les inexorabilités de la vie; elle nous prépare pour les pertes plus douloureuses encore. C'est une des raisons pourquoi on dit qu'il est bénéficiaire pour les enfants d'avoir des animaux de compagnie dans leur vie: pour les préparer à la douleur naturelle qu'attend tout humain, tôt ou tard.
Mais chaque mort a sa façon de chagrin: j'ai l'impression, à lire la description du tien, que tu pleures, comme j'ai dit plus haut, cette chatte comme si tu ne t'attendais pas du tout à la possibilité que ça pouvait jamais arriver!
Alors, je suppose que tu dois prendre tout le temps qu'il te faut pour t'en défaire, mais si tu est sage, je te conseille d'être sévère vis-à-vis de la moitié émotionelle de ta personne, et de te faire une raison. Essaye de te réaliser si tu n'est pas en train de t'enfermer dans ce deuil par auto-pitié, ou que tu continues de te vautrer dans cette tristesse par habitude?
Car les gens font ça, tu sais, des fois. Sans s'en rendre compte. Mais il faut te remettre à vivre, ma chère!
Allez, ce n'est pas mon affaire, après tout. En tout cas, courage!
Je ne doute pas que tes chats sont heureux, et je ne critique aucunement les personnes qui ont des chats en appartement - je l'ai moi-même fait. Mais après avoir vu Hortie en appartement, et Hortie à la campagne, après avoir vu son bonheur d'être à l'extérieur, je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser qu'elle y était plus heureuse. Alors "cruel" n'est sans doute pas le bon terme, mais en tout cas, je ne ferai pas vivre un chat dans ce 40m2 sans balcon, sans rebord de fenêtre, dans lequel, à trois, on est déjà à l'étroit.
Oui, j'ai sans doute beaucoup trop investi Hortie, comme je le disais dans mon commentaire, c'est devenu mon "doudou". Le fait qu'elle soit morte dans un accident, et non pas de vieillesse ou de maladie, doit également jouer : le trauma, le choc, vient s'ajouter à la douleur de la perte. Je ne dis pas que c'est plus/moins douloureux. Je dis simplement que dans tout accident, par définition imprévisible, vient s'ajouter la stupeur et le déni, qui compliquent d'autant le processus de deuil.
Mais toujours est-il que oui, elle a joué un rôle essentiel dans ma vie à ce moment là, et que je l'ai sans doute "trop" aimée pour autant que ce soit possible. Et je sais qu'avec un autre chat, je referai probablement la même chose, parce que je suis pas capable de prendre cette distance de "il/elle mourra avant moi". Parce qu'aussi stupide que cela puisse être, aussi bête que cela puisse te sembler, c'est comme ça que je fonctionne, et si je savais/pouvais faire autrement, je l'aurai fait.
Ou peut-être que je suis capable de le faire, peut-être que je l'aurai fait, si elle était morte de vieillesse.
Elle avait 7 ans, non, je ne m'attendais pas à sa mort. Pas dans ces circonstances, pas si tôt. Si elle avait eu 13 ans, si elle avait été malade, si elle avait eu une faible constitution, j'aurai été terriblement triste, mais j'aurai pu m'y préparer. Là, non.
Mon deuil est fait. Je pense encore à Hortie, mais plus tant avec douleur qu'avec attendrissement. Si j'en ai parlé longuement dans ce commentaire, c'est parce que j'ai ressenti le besoin d'en parler, une dernière fois, parce que le page était déjà tournée. Quelques semaines et même mois après l'accident, jamais je n'aurai pu rédiger un tel commentaire. Là, j'avais juste besoin de parler de mon chat, de dire à quel point elle avait été merveilleuse et comme elle m'avait aidée. C'était pas de l'auto-apitoiement, je ne me vautre pas dans la tristesse, je pense même au contraire que c'était une façon de dire au revoir et la remercier une dernière fois.
En tout cas, toutes mes condoléances pour la mort de ton père. Parce que quand bien même il avait 98 ans, comme tu dis, ça reste la seule personne que tu auras appelé "papa". Je suis vraiment désolée et je te souhaite plein de courage et de force !
Merci, Cricri.
Même un homme comme moi qui a déjà l'âge d'être grand-père moi-même, ça fait quand-même bizarre de n'avoir plus de papa. Mais comme je l'ai dit: il faut bien passer par là, à moins qu'on ne choisisse de mourir avant ses parents, et leur faire à eux ce chagrin autrement plus cuisant parce qu'il n'est pas ressenti comme naturel, que de perdre son enfant.
Tu auras aimé cette chatte comme une soeur, ou une amante, non pas comme la plupart des gens qui partagent la vie avec un chat l'aiment. Et à grand amour il faut grand chagrin. C'est ton droit, et chaqun aime selon son charactère.
Je suis content que tu te rendes compte que tu es en train de t'en remettre; ainsi nous n'aurons pas à nous tracasser à ton sujet...
Alors, pour ton avenir, je te souhaite encore bien du bonheur :-)
I've lost 2 cats to cars, one was 4 and my parents found her around noon the next day, but people tell me they think it happened around 3 in the morning :( then the cat I got after her I had for almost 5 yrs when he was hit by a car right in front of me. I actually picked him up from the street. He was still alive, but didn't live much longer. Then I've lost 2, they just went out and never came back. 1 of the ones I lost had been a start I fed and one day he came w/ a broken paw. The doctor took out a bullet fragment :( then about 3 yrs ago one of my other cats came back with blood in her mouth and my cousin found her dying already. I don't know exactly what happened to her. Then there were 2 strays. One my mom fed then he went missing for months as when we saw him again he was a sight to behold. After looking for a shelter to take him and not finding any I took him to vet and found out he was FIV possitive. About a month later I had to euthanize him. He started sneezing blood and not eating. It was sad. Then later a cat began hanging out under a neighbors car. About a month later he began sleeping by my back door. He had obvious signs of scabies and I made an appointment to the vet for him, unfortunately he was hit by a car. All the cats and ocasional dog I've picked out from the street after being hit have been intact, but this cat was in pieces when I took him out of the road. I still cannot explain how he ended there, since for months he didn't really move. I hope it was not someone throwing him out into the street.
Right now, I currently have 7 cats. Three of them are from the same litter. Their mom gave birth by our back door, them she moved them to a hole in our laundry room, then after that hideout was found she moved them across the yard behind some trash can my neighbors keep for their recycleables. The neighbors scared the mom away and she took her babies under a car where they ran the risk of getting ran over, so we took the babies. They were 5, but 1 of them didn't make it and we gave another one away. They are turning 3 this June.
RIP
Ikki
Kyo
Kiba
Grayson
Cabezon
Scaby
Felix
Goyo (aka Haineko)
Wow. That's a long list of cat disasters.
Unfortunately, that's what happens when cats go out and there's a road nearby where the cars drive too fast. When I was going to and from my job on a motorbike, I saw hundreds of animals crashed on that road, and many were cats. I always felt glad my own cats couldn't get out and didn't risk a horrible untimely death. They often say it's cruel not to let a cat go out and roam the countryside free, and I sometimes wondered whether I should feel guilty, but that guilt faded away fast after the next dead puss lying on the side of the road with his gut splattered out of him. I didn't feel guilty anymore after that, I can tell you!
I hope your 7 cats are doing fine today and give you lots of happiness (づ￣ ³￣)づ
During this last chapter, I couldn't help but think of a french song that goes : "I don't understand why you worry when you gain weight / For me, it's better, that only makes more of you" (or something like that, I'm not good at translating songs).
I know that it's not the point but... My cousin is working in the kitchen, or rather she is learning to be a waitress. She's in a really good school and during her scolarity, she had to do some training in some high-class french restaurants. Since she is really good at what she's doing, one of her teacher managed to get her the best restaurant they had partnership with, a three stars restaurant (3 stars out of 3). It was meant as a reward.
She had to work there for 4 months.
It took her almost a year to tell me that it has been an absolute hell for 4 months.
I don't know how it is elsewhere, but in France, working in the kitchen is really hard. You get yelled at every minute, insulted, humiliated. Everyone knows that, but that's how it has been for ages so no one really cares. But on top of that, as a woman, my cousin (as well as all the women working there) has been sexually harrassed for 4 month. She was 19 years old, she was working in a three-stars restaurant, she was kind of a representative of her school, she had no idea how to react. And she was so ashamed that she couldn't talk.
Now, when I read mangas taking place in kitchen, when one of the character has been trained in France and when the mangaka describes that as something to be really proud of, as a French, I'm deeply ashamed. It should be like that, it should be something to be proud of because we do have a deep culinary tradition, and we do have some really good chefs. But the reality is disgusting, it's just a few men with a little bit of power abusing all the people working for them just because they can.
And that sucks.
When I see an update for this manga, I'm even more exited at the idea of reading the comments at the end than to read the chapter itself.
Don't get me wrong, I love this manga and love to read new chapters... But the comments are always so hilarious !!!
You guys make my day everytime !
Just... move away. Move to the other side of Earth, take Woojin with you (or not, he'll find you anyway) and just move to another country and start over... Everybody is just so fucked up here.. !
I know that no one care, but I'm named after one of the character from this novel so...
http://www.mangago.zone/read-manga/keijijou_na_bokura/an/v01/c005/pg-8/
It's not "Bolis Vian" but "Boris Vian" a french writer (as well as a singer, trumpet player, poet, lyricist and jazz lover) who wrote "L'écume des jours" (literally "The Froth of days") in 1947, in which the girl the main character is in love with is dying from a lung cancer, describes as a nenuphar growing in her lung...
Boris Vian was a great man, I loved this beautiful novel/tale, and I'm really glad to see his name in a manga !
which name?
Momo? (〜￣△￣)〜
Boris Vian's name !
Sorry...i didn't read the rest
It makes me think of Fruit Basket a lot... is it just me ?
Yes. But Fruit's basket was annoying to no end. I hope this one is better...
Actually is the same as Nekoka Danshi No Shitsukekata, even the beast form of main charakter is the same. Reading this story I have total deja vu. But I still be waiting for next chapters(⌒▽⌒)
http://www.mangago.zone/read-manga/nekoka_danshi_no_shitsukekata/
Nekoka was fun, I mean they were sexy and didn't take itself too seriously. But Fruit's basket man... Just remembering it gives me painful memories.A normal person living with bunch or weirdos and having a crush on the badass member/lone wolf member. Weak normal uke/girl solving all the problems by being strong from within? .... Cheesy and over used if you ask me. I hope this one wont go this way
Well, I cant say anything about fruit's basket because i can't get it to the end, because this was so wrong. I think that this story might be bad in some moment because the boy, he could be an ancestor of this Master and when they start to love each other, they break the law.
Fruits Basket was the shit when I was in middle school. I rented the DVDs from Blockbuster and read the manga and AkixOC fanfiction. I actually didn't care about the main characters. I just liked psycho androgynous Aki.
The me now would have never watched that show.
I really liked this manga. I always read the comments before the manga, to check if it's worth reading or not, and I hesitated with this one because the comments weren't very good and that's why it was important for me to leave a comment. In my opinion, it was a very good manga. Quite slow-paced, that's true, but like slices of life stories are. It was quite melancholic, really touching, very... human. So if you read comments before mangas but if you like this genre (slice of life), you definitly should read it !
I tend to just dive into the story when comments vary or when they hate it (cause it makes me want to prove it myself) hahaha you're right tho, it's a good read. Especially since it tackles with pressure when it comes to homosexual love