Kagerou Project fanfics [TakaHaru-HiyoHibi mash up]

The End

No, you left him to die, you heartless monster.

The day after that, I died.

Or so I thought.

I opened my eyes to the dull white ceiling. I sat up and looked around: my room was quite clean and neat. The books are completely organized in a floor-to-ceiling shelf. Then I heard a call.

“Hiyori!! Lunch is ready!” a girl called.

I stood and went down the stairs that leads to the living room and to the left is the kitchen and dining room. It was a fairly large dining room with a door to the north connected to the kitchen. The table was round with 3 seats meant for the three of us. There was a chandelier above. Plates and other things were in a cabinet to the right.

“Dear, mom made white spaghetti for dinner. How’s that sound? You liked them, right?”

Said a middle aged woman, that was my mom, as she peek into the dining room where I was, and brought in a large bowl of white spaghetti into the room and down on the table.

“Come here, sit with me. Mom has so many things I wanted to tell you.”

I sat down. She seemed nice, with the same blue eyes I have, with an aura of pure coolness and calmness like the sea. And her smile kind of brings you to an ease so that you don’t feel awkwardness in her presence. I don’t mind that you’re my mom, or that my name is Hiyori. It’s nice, but it seems to have that old feeling to it, but I don’t mind. I don’t remember anything, but it seems alright.

“You know, you’ve grown so pretty, like mom.” She said with a shy laugh as you serve both our plates.

“That’s enough, please, I might not be able to finish if you put anymore.” I said. My voice sounds kinda hoarse.

“Well then,” as she sat herself back down and serve her portion. “Why don’t you invite Hibiya for dinner? If it’s ok with his parents and all. Aren’t you going to meet him again across the street? You seem to have developed and intimate relationship. I mean, I’m glad for the both of you. Especially you, dear, you made a friend already.”

She said quite invitingly and so welcome that I actually don’t mind Hibiya, whoever he is, to come to dinner. We finished after quite a long time, and bath then, with another set of pajamas, went across the street into the empty park. The swing seems to be the most used of all, and I don’t really mind swinging myself for awhile while waiting for him.

“Hey,” said a boy as he approached a moment later. His eyes were also so bright. Brown and all. He stood still looking quite perplexed, tilting your head quite a little. Then he smirked with that silly face.

“Hey, how come we’re changing seating arrangements today? Ahaha, ouh well, I don’t mind.” And sat at the swing to my right, which is also the middle of the 3 swings.

“So how was your day? Green pajamas I see. Feeling all nature-friendly, are we?” he said, looking up at the tree to our left, swaying with the breeze, smiling to himself.