A glimpse of a girl's journey for happiness in a familiar, yet unfamiliar world, working to help a family of exorcists come together as a family.
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"𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗...
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I've tried being nice. But I just don't think I can do it anymore.
I'm sick of you. I'm sick of everything. I'm sick of trying and I don't want to be called selfish for ending it all.
I'm sorry, so you better be too.
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"Have we met before, Tsukasa?" You stood in front of Yashiro, Yashiro feeling shocked from seeing the raven-hair supernatural again.
"Y-You're- Hanako's twin brother?" Yashiro yelped, a light dizziness filling her head.
"No, I don't think so... I just know a lot about you, that's all, especially with-"
"-Enough, Tsukasa." You heard the elegant lady, Sakura, speak again with a sharp, patient tone. She stepped toward you and held up your arm. It looked faded, for sure, but there wasn't any blood. She gently bandaged it up so that the so-called cuts were unnoticeable.
"Even Aito forgot that he only brought my soul here... aha." You mumbled, feeling irritated. Especially at the lemur-eyed boy who was staring at you intently yet curiously.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, he sat on top of your head.
"Want me to tell you what really went on?" There was an ominous smile on his face. Sakura sighed while turning over to Natsuhiko, who gave her a seductive look. But she just plainly ignored him.
"Tsukasa. Make sure not to overstep her boundaries." And the two walked away in silence, leaving you, Tsukasa, Mistuba, and Yashiro all alone.
You'd forgot Mitsuba had existed. But when he had looked at you with such a disgusted and judging look after glancing once at your dress, you forced out a sigh as if you had expected nothing more from him.
"Well, you know that tall boy? I agreed to do something with him...a ritual!" He exclaimed cheerfully.
"The ritual. To bring my soul here?"
"Yep! In short..." He grinned creepily, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes always looked dark with no remorse, but this. Was absolutely malicious looking.
"...I know everything about you."
"You do know everything, don't you."
He only had a mischevious glint in his eyes, his fake innocence coming back. "And I know you know everything about me, and the others." He whispered into your ears and pinched your cheeks. Sweat run down your forehead as you tried to contain your emotions. "Anyway. The ritual!"
