In my culture, there is a superstitious belief that your ancestors will protect you if you or your family are good enough, and give up protection if you are too bad or “run out of time”. Well, I think I will play with this idea a little.
He watched him stepping on the bus. The bus was cramped with people. Just another bus that tried to stuff as many passengers as possible for extra money. It was not a surprise at all, even though the law strictly prohibited bus owners from getting more passengers above the bus’s limit. There were always loopholes in rules after all. From the look of it, he knew that this bus driver was going to be reckless like many other bus drivers in town, running as fast as possible just to gather more passengers and more money in the shortest time. This was going to be a rough ride.
But he knew he had nothing to really fear of. Not because that person who just stepped on the bus had known what a reckless bus looked like, but because he had seen worse. He had driven at night around a mountain pass, drove at full speed on the highway, walked into a dark alley in the middle of the night, all kinds of scary shit one could think of. And he was still standing there on a bus, ready for another risk. That fool was not aware of it, but the only reason he was still breathing was because his “ancestor” was with him 24/24. And this ancestor was looking at him right now, waiting for the bus to ride away.
This ancestor was a grandfather from the fifth generation up on the family tree. He had never met his great-great-great-great-great-grandson before (not while he was alive at least). He had never thought he would meet the grandson or even imagined who he would look like. He had never developed any emotional bond to the grandson, and he knew the grandson did not even know what he looked like either. Their connection was as close as the seabed to the sky. He was only there because of… duty? The entire family of the last generation had a heart of gold and did not mess with people, so they earn enough “fortune” for themselves and this generation. And it was his duty to make sure they were alive until old age.
Except that he was just tired of his grandson. He did not care for his family, they were too mediocre. The grandson was a pain in the ass though. He did not know if all of this was intentional or not, but the grandson just had a tendency to put himself in questionable situations that made people cringe when thinking of them. The worst thing was that he was always the one who took all the damage for his grandson. God, his grandson was mocking his great grandpa’s patience, consciously or not. And his grandpa was just a ghost, not some mighty god with super magic! And because the grandson never saw the consequence of what he did, he never learned anything. And he kept putting himself in danger again and again.
Trying to protect him was just like babysitting a kid in a kindergaten. You did not know who they were. You did not even love them. They could even be an asshole to you. Yet you had to make sure to take good care of them without question.
The bus was about to move when a man ran toward it in a hurry. He suddenly sensed something strange in the man. There was a dark aura flowing out from the man. That was a very bad sign. The man had run out of his life time on Earth, and in a few minutes he would have to die. He felt a sense of pity for the man. Some people roamed around pushing their luck while others were begging for just one more day to live.
The man got on the bus and stood next to the grandson.
How ironic, he thought, a person who was about to pass away was standing next to someone who threw his luck day by day without checking twice, like a beggar standing next to a millionaire. The millionaire could spare a bit of his fortune to the beggar. But luck just did not work that way. No one had any control over it. You were either a beggar or a millionaire.
Thought started running in his mind. Why could such a young man run out of time so quickly? Did his family do something wrong? Was he a bad person? The young man did not look like a bad person at all. He knew the rule of luck was that there was no rule. Sure, you could not tell who was bad just by looking at them, but from his observation, some people were just born with too little time. He could never understand the confusing rules of karma. It just felt like karma had no rule at all.
Nevertheless, the young man was destined to die, and there was nothing anyone could do for him.
Suddenly, he had an idea. It was not a moral idea, but it fitted the situation the way he saw it. If the young man was about to die, he could at least be happy that he did not have to suffer along. A beggar could take a little joy knowing that wealth did not stay forever. Luck was nothing like wealth, but at least no one deserved to be miserable all their life.
And beside, he had to teach someone a lesson too.
After all this bus did not care for its passengers right?
With that in mind, he watched the bus disappear, and floated away.
…
A man and a woman were waiting in a hospital. They came there immediately after hearing the news about a collision of a bus and a car. So far five people had died and several people were in critical condition. That bus was going to the bus stop near their house, and of course their son was on it.
They did not know about the condition of their son, they could not even see them. They only knew that their son was being operated on.
“Well, let’s hope the ancestors are with us this time.” The man said.
TJBM read it and thinks it’s a noir I don’t even know if it is :P Beside my hands are freezing. It’s getting too cold.