Itami No Chikara's
Talking to You Others

Surprise and distrust. The instantaneous pressure was felt on the organs of life in spirited shackles. As if it didn't produce any movement, that's what Ian Kurozuki now looks like.

The net can only be stretched and show emptiness. While Sintya repeatedly exhaled because of his high-pitched speech.

"Huh .. hah .. hah …."

Leaning back on the sofa, that's what Sintya did afterwards. No more words were spoken. There is only silence. Nobody left and no conversation.

Eventually one of the two opened the word.

"Sorry, Sintya."

Yes, it is certain who spoke and now, the words are resumed by him.

"I'm .. I won't do it."

"Quick go ...," sneered Sintya in a tone that remained cold.

Ian moved straight out of his seat. Not thinking about what would happen next, he began to step out of the room. Until he got to the door, his footsteps stopped.

"I'm not the Ian Kurozuki you know today, and I'm …."

The sound of the door closing was heard. Ian had come out, along with unfinished words. Sintya took out a clear grain from his eyes. Letting the void be the end of Ian's sentence.

"Afians …."

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Even the night comes with anxiety. Curiosity and interest that come together. Adding the real answer is being traced further.

I'm not an Afian! I'm Ian! Ian's! Don't think yourself Afian!

The sound of the door being knocked is heard. Three beats in one second made Ian open his eyes. Wh who? Ask in silence.

He began to wake up and leave his room. A wall clock shows at eight p.m. It feels a bit strange that someone visited, let alone—

"Let's talk for a second, Ian Kurozuki."

Stuck up, that's what happened. The door just opened. His eyes immediately looked lower than his usual direction of view. Staring at the sharp black eyes shown by the figure of the girl in front of him.

The girl who is certainly Sintya.

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There is no rising word for the moon, let alone setting. Sometimes, the sight immediately saw him already there. Upper space that does not start parallel. Despite the fact, it is of no interest to think about it.

The living room felt silent, but it pierced the heart. The girl with dark black eyes, but shone a sharp purple light. Black hair that can be said to be long.

His small-looking Net gave off an intimidating impression. A smile could not be seen on her beautiful face. White and a little pale.

"You look weird today. What was? What other plans do you want to do?" sintya asked, the girl with a cold expression started the conversation.

His eyes remained focused on the red iris of the man before him. A man with black hair whose length equals the length of his hair. So too with her slightly pale white skin.

Only the gender and color of the iris in the eye, as well as the shape of the face. That's the difference if from the physical.

"I-I mean, g-gimana, huh? I-it .. I don't understand," replied Ian, the man with a smile trying to make up for the jitters.

"Sia! I can talk right first! Why am I so nervous! Feels bad! Is bad! Aaaa!"

Yes, that was what was spoken inwardly by Ian with an irregular facial expression. Irregular in the sense of not being able to control negative feelings in yourself.

"Hm. I see, huh?" Sintya ended his gaze and turned to the cup of tea Ian had prepared beforehand.

Take and drink a little tea, then put it back on the table. Ian only looked on with an uncomfortable condition. While Sintya began to look at other objects around, until another sentence came out of his mouth.

"Snack."

The heart rate cannot beat normally. Vibration is created after the word Sintya is recorded in the memory of the brain. Ian began to realize the discomfort within him.

"S-Sintya—"

"Dead."

The sound of gunfire passed next to Ian's ear. Sticky wet splashes immediately felt after. An abnormal sound of pain was clearly heard behind his back.

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Wh-what's this?

Room's changed. Darkness covers. But he still exists here. Sure, there's no word of his own. There is Sintya who is now standing.

Behind her.

"Shine's."

The screams sounded loud. Lightning seemed to strike with a thunderous voice. The red color became the light in the darkness that became the background of this time. The breath that began to disappear slowly awakened this.

Ian resuscitated. He was still sitting on the sofa with Sintya who was also in front of him. Sit down and drink the tea quietly.

"Hm? What's up?"

"W-uh! Nandemonai!"

"uh? Is this Japanese? Speak properly!"

"Well!"

Aaaargha! Again like this! Why the hell are you anyway, Sintya! Your tone sounds like the old me!

The sound of the cup being placed sounded. The light of the lamp still makes the atmosphere quiet until this moment. Ian tried to calm himself and himself. While Sintya again gave a look that turned off the spirit of life.

"Defians."

Eh?

"You killed him, didn't you? Afian Ika Pratama .. that man!" sternly Sintya displayed a purple light that now shone brightly in his eyes.

The light came straight through Ian's vision. Make the brain lock the body so it does not move. Ian certainly widened his eyes. However, he did not know what to do now.

"Killer, murderer, murderer!" Sintya moved from his seat. Get rid of the table and make the tablecloth and cup fall to the floor.

Ian's not believing. Especially when he saw a knife in the hand of the girl named Sintya. The real girl he always noticed in his time was Afian.

"Yeah!" High tone and deadly movement, Sintya had pointed the knife in her hand at Ian's face. However, a black hand instantly stopped the near-future death.

The black hand which then removed the purple light in the girl's eyes and made her fall. Ian immediately felt his body return. His breath was instantly irregular.

Even though he immediately got up and sat on the floor to check on the girl's condition.

"Sintya!" Ian almost touched Sintya's shoulder, but the blade of the blade directly pointed right at his neck.

"Touching me means dying forever" Sintya said coldly as she slowly got up and stood up.

His eyes still pointed sharply at Ian who was just speechless. The knife he put in his clothes. His eyes looked the other way. Staring sharply at the red-eyed black figure that Sintya was aiming for.

"Now explain, who occupies this body, Yian!"

Distrust returns. Ian remained seated on the floor, but his eyes noticed clearly the red-eyed black figure. A black figure named Yian who is now in front of him and also Sintya.

"Huh, your instincts are really sharp, yes, Nai," said Yian could only give up and let out a long sigh. "But unfortunately, you can't figure it out right now."

A thumping sound suddenly rang out enveloping the entire room. Everything seemed gray for a moment, then returned to normalcy. However, Sintya's consciousness instantly disappeared.

The girl immediately fell backwards and Ian held her back. Of course, his feelings could not be explained right now. Between surprise and confusion, and curiosity.

Everything made him speechless.

"Heh, you can die if you hold it," Yian said in a mocking tone. Ian, however, seemed unconcerned.

His eyes opened wide and looked at the focus in silence. Staring at the face of Sayu Sintya who has been closed and is now in the deck.

"I .. can't talk" Ian's inner eyes began to lose signs of life.

Empty, that was what was clearly visible in his red eyes. Along with the blood that suddenly flowed out from his neck and hit Sintya's cheek.

"Huh, what a drama! Get up and take her to her house!" firmly Yian gave the order without asking about the current condition.

Conditions that can be regarded as emptiness in the sense of no rules.

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Why withyou? What the hell is going on with you? How can you do this?

You're Sintya, right? Then why?

Why do you look like me?

Are you really the Sintya I know?

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"Haha."

"Did?"

"Haha! Ahaha!"

Distrust is obvious. Yian widened his eyes. While Ian began to drip clear circles from his eyes. Along with the laughter that he was laughing at.

"I ... What exactly is it to you? Are you doing this for me, Sintya?" ian slowly turned his laughter into sadness.

Crying without any abnormality and slowly starting to hug the girl who looked unconscious.

I'm sorry, Sintya.