When the line between reality and fiction overlapped, Aozaki Levent wakes up and finds himself in a completely different reality. 'YouZitsu', the story he picked up many years ago comes to life, forcing him to adapt to his new reality. With the know...
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Miyamura was crying.
Of all the things I expected from tonight, that wasn't one of them.
She had once told me very clearly, with those sharp violet eyes of hers, that if she ever got the chance, she would kill me herself without hesitation.
I believed her. Honestly, I still do.
And yet here she was, kneeling in the snow beside me. Tears running down her face for a man she claimed to have despised.
It was almost funny.
[You're going to ruin your uniform.] I said.
"Shut up."
[The snow is soaking through. You'll catch a cold.]
"I said shut up!" Her voice cracked on the last word.
She pressed harder on the wound in my stomach, as if she could hold me together through sheer stubbornness alone. Maybe she could? She was always unreasonably stubborn.
I let her. It didn't hurt anymore. So letting her have this last bit of hope cost me nothing.
I watched the moonlight catch the silver in her hair and thought that this was quite a strange thing to spend my last minutes doing. Watching Miyamura cry.
[Hmm...]
An obscenely bright full moon hung over us. The snowfall had stopped a while ago, and now the sky was clear and merciless. I didn't have enough strength to even be poetic about anything. It's so bright that it's annoying.
I closed my eyes and remembered what had happened.
It had started like any other disasters in my life. Completely unexpected and unprovoked. The hooded figure hadn't even introduced himself. If I was being honest, that was the part that bothered me, not the fact that he had stabbed me in the chest. He even had the audacity to just stand there looking philosophical about it.
The moonlight revealed the loose bandages coming out of his collar. His skin was pale, as if he was deathly sick.
"It is unfortunate." he'd said as he watched me fold to the ground the way all men do when they get stabbed in their bowl. "I really wish we had met under better circumstances."
[.....]
I was unimpressed. If you're gonna kill me, at least be bold about it. Why give such half assed response?
He crouched slightly... not to help, obviously. He just wanted to be closer to my eye level. His deathly pale face hovered in front of my dying vision.
"May the fate be with you, [GRAY]."
I blankly stared at him response. What else was I supposed to do in that situation?
After saying his piece, he just walked off out of the alleyway without looking back. I was left there bleeding out on a very cold street.
