The Big Book Of Amaguji

Shinguji and Amami Triverse Through Their Ruined Worlds P2

New and old

That's what it felt like

The feeling of Rantaro's hand in his was new and old. Foreign but comfortable enough, it felt nice. Korekiyo shook his head.

Who was he kidding, this isn't special. 'It's just someone holding your hand. What's so special about that? Making a big deal out of every slight interaction to make it seem like you care when you just acknowledged his looks at first.'

His body was telling him this, he ignored the prominent feeling anyways, besides it was too early to discuss such things when he was just relieved of a very traumatic experience regarding family.

Family... It left a bad taste in his mouth, there was no one he could trust anymore.

Family: Dead

Friends: Dead

Himself: Dead

Dead and gone, that's where the memories went. There was nothing he could do anymore, just walk and reflect until he could rest in peace.

There were multiple things amiss though, Rantaro being the star suspect for some of them. How was he able to suck up that light? Why didn't he lose his memories? How can he escape the void? He was panicking, surely and silently.

'Breath with the lungs you don't have, calm down with the control you've lost, fight the feeling with the strength you've surrendered for years.'

A strange mantra at least but it was fitting, there was no reason to fight the truth. He is dead and no one will care, it's just the truth.

Rantaro looked over at Korekiyo, he was silent, eyes unfocused and wavering like he was in a deep conversation he didn't care about. Maybe it was the effect of ReFliction, going into your own memories must have some type of toll on your wellbeing.

He wanted to do anything to make sure he was alright, shouting, shaking or at least tapping his shoulder but he didn't want to be annoying. 'What's the worst that could happen?'

Him hating me

Abandoning me

Leaving our questions unanswered

'I take that back.' Walking through a redemption nerve does take some time, longer than he anticipated this time. He looked at Korekiyo again, 'looking forward, slightly alert but not fully, hands softly grasping mine.'

There was a lot of room to maneuver through the nerve but there wasn't much to see, just the ever dividing black and white forces that made up the sightseeing extravaganza in the void. Rantaro still had a longing to just run away and find any small, insignificant thing he could.

Not for a reminder for his humanity, but for good luck maybe.

'That'll be nice, but friends come first.' Rantaro sighed, the cold feeling was annoying though he wasn't bothered. No disease, no numbing, no limbs freezing and falling off, no worries.

Death... Death has already met him and decided his fate. The walk from the living plane to the void was comfortable and confusing, "No Heaven or Hell? I've never heard of the void, is it part of some sort of forgotten religion?" Around that time he silenced Rantaro, highly annoyed.

Annoyed... Ugh, he was going on and on about a word with no important meaning regarding their dilemma, that's what he liked about Korekiyo. He always talked on and on about certain folklore he liked, he even picked out a tale that'll fit the person he's talking to.

They'll always leave before the best part.

Rantaro stopped walking abruptly, jerking Korekiyo forward and bringing him back to reality, Rantaro released his hand from his and sat down under the blatant white ground, Korekiyo sat next to him leaning on his shoulder.

"Are we taking a break? I was indeed tired."

"I was wondering if you could tell that one tale about the 1-inch boy who travels."

"Of course, there once was an old couple..."