Flashback
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To love someone is to be recognized, but why? Why was I ignored by Iguro-san? Why was he always with her? Why?
Kanroji stared at the two slayers walking together after a long mission. Her gaze following [First Name] who has been laughing at whatever Iguro was trying to say while they walked towards the butterfly estate. It wasn't the first time that she saw the duo like this, as it has been their usual routine to always be together on a mission as Oyakata-sama was informed at how well they fit each other's fighting technique.
How is it easy for [First Name] to have the life she's been craving?
"Iguro-san!" Kanroji called, it was late in the afternoon where her co-slayer would go for another mission with his partner. Yet she couldn't help herself but call the boy this time.
"I see [Last Name]-chan isn't with you, are you going to be alone in this mission perhaps?"
The boy stopped in his tracks for a moment, Iguro slightly turn around to face Kanroji blankly. A simply thought crossed his mind, was it her business? Why does she care? Yet again, Mitsuri is known to be kind and friendly towards others. So her attitude does not surprise him even a bit.
Iguro had a curious gaze when Mitsuri decided to walk towards his direction "Are you listening to me, Iguro-san?"
His mouth opened for a bit, but closed once he heard a familiar voice calling him from his thoughts.
"Obanai!" [First Name] called as she ran towards the boy "Oyakata-sama wanted us to patrol down the east, something has been bothering the villagers there. It might be a demon."
"Iguro-san?" Kanroji called out again, a bit desperate this time. Yet the other slayer could only smile at the girl.
[First Name] had herself wrapped in a blanket full of love, that's what Kanroji saw in her point of view. She can sense how the snake boy loves to be around the other one, Mitsuri found it admirable at how eager Obanai is to be partnered up with the other female slayer. Yet she felt jealous that it wasn't her who's experiencing such a thing.
When will it be my turn? I admire Iguro-san and [Last Name]'s friendship so much, how can I befriend them?
Would befriending them a right choice? Not really, Kanroji wants to have Iguro for her own. But she can't just take him away from his long time friend, can she? Would [First Name] be mad? She won't be mad, maybe the girl will understand her thoughts and support her idea. After all, girls look out for each other more than anything in this world.
Kanroji just couldn't accept how cruel the world is to her, she didn't understand that. Especially when she hasn't done anything before, should she blame her past self for this? But she doesn't even know if there was a life before hers, or if another Kanroji existed a long way back.
"I'm afraid I have to take my partner for a moment Kanroji-san" [First Name] called Kanroji out of her thoughts, a warm smile was plastered on her lips to show courtesy towards the other girl. "Please tell Rengoku-san my regards."
[First Name] looked sweet, her gaze shifting towards Iguro for a moment as she gave him a slight nudge. She was teasing him for something, yet the boy didn't even budge at his friend's attempt. Instead, he pulls [First Name] away from the scene. Not even bothering to look back at Kanroji who's left behind.
"What meal would you want after the patrol, Iguro-san? Would you like to eat soba?" Kanroji could hear them talk "But we'd be finished by dawn, so a good breakfast would be great."
The now faint voice of Iguro replied to her suggestions, entertaining [First Name] as the duo was finally out of Kanroji's sight.
She wanted to have that, but how?
They're always together, those two will never separate from each other. Won't they?

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Scars Of Love | Iguro Obanai
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