Hello, lovely readers! How have you been?
The beginning of the end has arrived. Prepare your hearts.
It's nor really a long chapter, but I thought that there was nothing else I could add or I would've to split it into two parts and I didn't want that. The next ones have to be focused on one subject only.
I will be referring to Kite as they in the future, but for the next three chapters after this one I won't use much pronouns for them and I think you'll understand why when you read it, and if I mention pre-reincarnation Kite it'll be used he/him as in canon. In this specific chapter, however, I wanted to show the contrast between his reincarnated self and the self that Dhea knew so I opted to use she/her. It will not happen again.
This is my last chapter before I enter hiatus. Yeah. I'm kinda sad to announce this. I will really miss interacting with you guys, you're all so sweet to me and this story :') As I told you before, I will continue to write while I'm away, and maybe, just maybe, I might drop a new chapter if I feel comfortable enough with my progress and my life's situation before I officially come back. And, believe me, the next chapters I have ready are truly... Interesting. So wait for me, please!
Thanks to all of you who have supported Cataclysm since the beginning. I hope to see you soon :)
Until then, farewell.
—Cherry🍒
"Hi... Do I... Know you?" Medea asked, slightly confused.
The girl said nothing, staring so deeply into her eyes that Medea felt apprehensive. "It's been a while." She said, at last.
"Um, I'm sorry, but—"
"Heard you've gotten yourself into a pickle lately... Nothing new, I suppose." She took a grape to her mouth and chewed it calmly. "But, honestly, I didn't expect to meet you so soon. And specially not here."
"Wait, do you know each other?" Gon asked, as confused as Medea.
"Cool shirt." The girl pointed at Medea's shirt instead, ignoring the question.
"Oh, thanks." She smiled.
"Gray doesn't suit you, though. You look like shit."
Medea blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Should've gone for black instead." She added.
"What the hell?" Medea approached her, face contorted with indignation, and pointed a pointy red nail at her. "Just so you know—"
"Not every color suits you."
Medea scoffed. "Of course, it does, Ki—" She stopped herself from saying that little four-lettered name at the last second, eyes wide.
The redhead raised a brow, as if waiting for something.
"Of course it does." She repeated, smiling smugly.
The teen ran a hand through her face. "You never change. Unbelievable."
"I'm simply divine. Why would I bother to change anything about myself?"
"You still don't know how to accept a contrary opinion, do you?" She continued.
She rose from her seat abruptly, eyes gleaming with something that resembled sorrow. But why?
The other teenagers mimicked her, startled by the sudden change in mood of the previously calm girl. Gon seemed even more confused than Medea while trying to understand the unusual situation.
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