Itami No Chikara's
Re-Ending Who This Self Is

"Haaahs. I ... so lazy to go out,"- turn off the television-"when .. The black silhouette is coming!"

"Tch."

He's?

"What look-look? Afian Ika Pratama—"

A loud sound is created and it sounds painful. The location is in the living room or maybe, it can be called the middle room. Previously, Afian or it could be called Ian was sitting leaning on the sofa. Watching a television show that he finds uninteresting.

He had complained for a moment, until Yian came with a black form like a silhouette. Ian who had previously talked about Yian in his complaint immediately turned his head.

Giving a sharp look with her red eyes that instantly made Yian stop talking. Although both of them had red eyes, somehow Yian was silent.

"Explain quickly!" adamant Ian with a completely new tone. Cold and threatening.

Although Yian concluded a mysterious smile a moment after Ian said so.

"Heh. Shall?"

"Ck." Ian could not speak anymore.

"Next time if you want to talk that's the real thing! Explain what try?" Yian said in Ian's tone when complaining.

Ian narrowed his eyes and still showed an intimidating look, "i was so lazy to say it after hearing your words."

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"So, that's all?"

"He?"

"Hm?"

"That's all you said!"

Regret created. Now, it was a few minutes away from the previous incident. Stories of mistrust experienced have also been told. Ian and Yian, both of them were sitting opposite each other in the living room.

Seconds of annoyance passed after Ian exhaled a rough breath.

"Easy! Explain quickly! Why, could, like, this!" Ian said with an irritated emotion that could no longer beat the fatigue.

Ian leaned himself against the sofa violently, while Yian smiled obliquely. The answer began to be revealed by Yian afterwards.

"Well, the point is, anyway .. I, want to, you, find out, sen-di-ri! Sayonara!"

"H-hoi!" Ian shouted, but that didn't change anything.

Yian has gone. Disappearing into a fog and making Ian see the disturbing black color.

Goddamnit! ian returned to frustration.

It was getting hot and now Ian was shaking in silence. Not knowing what to do, Ian looked around again. Check each corner and think about the possibility of a secret room.

Although finally, he chose to get out of the house with the money in his room desk drawer. His intention is only one.

Buy some fried noodles and then come back.

Such was the sentence that Ian said inwardly in a lazy tone. He was already preparing to open the fence, but another figure had opened it from the outside. The figure of the woman who covered her hair with a hood from her purple sweater.

His net was sharp black with an alluring cold aura. Although to Ian, it gave off a sense of shock that was truly pounding.

"Where are you going?" asked the figure of the woman with a cold hook that was plastered clearly.

Ian returned the woman's gaze despite having to lower his gaze. Naturally, the gaze given by him was not the same as that of the female.

"I-I want to buy noodle—"

"Hm." Without further ado, the female figure instantly grasped Ian's wrist tightly. Interesting and makes Ian must follow his footsteps.

Ian was shocked and could not fight back. The fence of the house is immediately closed along with the hand grips given to it. The woman's figure pulled him. He took her to the house next to his.

"H-hey, Sintya—"

"Needs."

The heart starts to harden. It produces vibrations that produce shock. Again and again, Ian was speechless after hearing the words of the female figure who turned out to be Sintya Bella.

S-since when does Sintya speak Japanese?

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Time does not travel, but the earth moves. The sun seems to be circling this world. Even so, there is no definite interest in any of it. Except for the condition of Ian who is currently sitting waiting at Sintya's house.

Yes, the house where Sintya lives.

"Eh?"

"Hm?"

"A-ah, u-for me?"

The heart rate is back to sounding hard. Warm salivae are forced to be swallowed with a sense of resignation. Ian began to eat the food that was in front of him. Though doubt remains in him.

Now, the dining room becomes the backdrop. Ian Kurozuki and Sintya Bella were there. The two sat facing. However, there is one clear difference. Ian sat down with the food.

While Sintya was sitting with a sharp look directed at Ian.

"Ugh ... I can't stand …!" inner Ian tried as calmly as possible to face the sharp gaze from Sintya.

Until finally the sound of a chair being shifted was heard. Ian felt an oddity as Sintya moved on and left. Although it gave a calmness that was not obtained before.

Eh? Wanna go where?

"It's none of your business" Sintya muttered as he walked away.

Ian certainly widened his eyes. Surprised and in disbelief heard Sintya's murmuring which still sounded clear.

He's?

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"It's over?"

"A-ah .. y-yeah."

"Hm. Quick go."

Eh?

The mistrust is back. Ian had just finished eating the food Sintya had made. He also just approached the girl. But unfortunately, the girl who is still sitting on the sofa even kicked him out.

Without even a single speck of looking towards him.

"P-go?"

"yeah. Hurry back to your house, Ian Kurozuki."

"Yes!"

"Hng?" Sintya turned his head. Looking at and staring at the solemn expression that Ian had shown.

"Yes. I'm not leaving until you answer me." Ian said in a pretty serious tone. Even so ….

"Well, I answered your words. So, go, Killer!"

"Why do you call me a murderer, Sintya!"

Yes, I thought that something like that would happen, Ian thought after imagining the premonition that would happen after he finished eating.

"Yes, in fact I was told to sit here daaan, stared at and looked at him." Ian nodded again. But now, he is entrenched by feeling back his current condition.

The condition of her who was sitting face to face in the living room with Sintya. A sharp look was given to him. The similarity of the living room becomes something that is not ignored for now.

"B-h …." Ian opened the conversation, but with a word that was quite disturbing to Sintya.

Thus creating a silence that increasingly becomes due to the indifference of Sintya. Yeah, that girl doesn't care at all.

"I-i …."

"Just tell me, a liar whose job is killing people!" Sintya spoke amidst the void Ian said. Adding to the sense of saliva that was again swallowed by this teenage boy.

Your words make me unable to speak! ian could neither speak nor do anything more.

He chose silence and had no intention of saying anything. Letting the sharp black netra of Sintya continue to stare at him without even once switching. There was no smile on the girl's face.

There is only a lip roll that finally makes a breath out of the mouth.

"You never understand, yes ... Afian."

Eh?

"It feels .. this feeling of mine."

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"W-what are you saying, Sintya?" Ian asked after a soft murmur was heard clearly in his hearing.

The words voiced softly by Sintya really sounded clear to him.

"Hm? Whatchu mean?"

"Eh? N-not that you said all—"

"I didn't say anything and don't pretend to be innocent!" sternly Sintya displayed another color from his eyes that sliced black.

Color purple. That was what was clearly visible in Ian's red eyes after Sintya increased the sharpness of the gaze.

"Don't think just because I live in this house because my parents left me to you, you can do anything as freely as you!" sintya continued to raise her voice and it made Ian's eyes wide open.

Along with the heartbeat that immediately brings unexpected things.