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"ah, what a beautiful day. the sun is shinning, the birds are chirping, bitches are crying and complaining.. truly a perfect day for sleepi-"
the doors burst open violently, making the girl jump in her place and look at the intruder...
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JUNE 30, 2005 i m a u s h i h o s h i k o
whoever it was that was in charge of my reincarnation, must be toying with me and laughing at my misery. fifteen years have passed since i was born in this world, since my biggest dream yet my cruellest nightmare came true. never in my life had i wanted to be isekaid into tokyo revengers..and the reason was simple. while it seems all fun and games, a world were you can truly enjoy your youth, that quickly changes once your favourite characters get killed one after another.
throughout those years that i lived in this world, i quickly realised that this was my hell. a perfect world for a terrible person like me to suffer for the sins i've committed in my past life. kazenikura ho never got used to good things..after all, everything went to shit for her whenever she relaxed. and that was something that i carried with me to this world as well. no matter how much this life seemed perfect, i couldn't relax.
despite sleep and naps being one of my favourite activities, insomnia quickly caught up to me. my mind ran wild in the evenings, when i was all alone. nightmares tortured me whenever i chose to close my eyes. but i didn't dream of my previous life. no, kazenikura ho and her suffering seemed like a mere dream to me. i got used to this world rather quickly, perhaps even too quickly. it was worry, that was caused by knowing too much about this world. it was the deaths, that i wanted to prevent.
the more i thought about them, the more i dreamt of those deaths...the faster i begun losing my memories of the future. many events were mere mist in my mind. i wrote down important facts in a notebook, that i kept hidden. names, of the people that will die, dates, when they will die, their killers and the way they're killed. for example, if everything goes according to plan and the plot didn't change too much because of my existence, dragon boy will survive the first murder attempt, however he passed away in the future. at least, that's what i wrote down in my notebook. i can't remember anything about that day anymore.
shinichiro-nii was the first one on the list. i spent days without sleep and without leaving my room, debating on what to do. of course, i didn't want him to die...but what if saving him changed the future drastically? what if it will cause even more deaths, that i won't know about? that idea frightened me. and in the end, i decided to let it go. to let him die. at least, that's what my brain decided. but as that day came, i realised that i've adapted to this world too much. that i was no longer kazenikura ho, but imaushi hoshiko. that night, my body moved on it's own. it was controlled by instincts and they blocked out my brain completely.
that night, i bashed that motorcycle shop's windows, jumping in and shocking the three males. well, two of them, because the third was too focused on the bat on his hands and wanting to kill the owner of the shop. i ran in...and i don't even remember what i did. they said i suffered from shock. but i realised what happened as i sat in the ambulance and was being taken to the hospital. shinichiro was unconscious, with a head injury, but he wasn't dead. apparently, i tried to grab the bat, got my hand broken in the process. the bat still hit his head, but missed a vital spot. the older male fell into a coma, but he was alive.
