Itami No Chikara's
Home To Home Origin(?)

Is it not enough walking? Your house is close to school! Why take public transport!

That's how the mind is created with a little upset emotion. However, the facial expression seemed to agree with what the woman said. The woman named Sintya Bella.

Ian Kurozuki, the man who became a transfer student from Japan, fell silent. There's no more words to say. Until the awareness of something comes to his mind.

Yes, though it's not about how he got out of the house without knowing where his house is. But it still has to do with that.

"Tadi ... How did I go, huh? I don't remember my new home," Inner Ian began to feel discomfort.

He glanced at Sintya, but a sharp air was emitted from the girl.

"Hm?"

"W-uh! N-nothing, not nothing!" A small, made-up laugh was made to cover up the fear.

I-I have to get off where this is! He just didn't get off at the stop near the road to his house!

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"I-I got off first, yeah, Sintya."

"Yes." Yeah."

The bus door closed, followed by the sound of the engine and a little smoke from the exhaust. The bus had moved, Ian waved his hand and saw the bus depart. Now, he sighed. Remembering that he got off at the old stop.

A stop near the road to his home.

"Haaah .. very bad. I'm not an Afian," Ian's inner self with an ignorant resignation must be flanked.

"Do I have to ... check my parents' condition? Or didn't?"

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

The mind thinks thoughts that were previously unthinkable. Just a mind that is spoken just like that. Although there was no end result there.

"Well! I don't know anymore!"

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Eh? Whatisthis? Why .... My eyes are numb?

"A-aakh!"

Falling in a sitting position. Both her calves became the buttress of her thighs. With one hand covering one eye, disbelief returned.

The environment that originally contained asphalt roads and surrounding house buildings changed. There are no trees or buildings. The ground in the form of asphalt turned into cracked sand.

The blue sky changed as well. It becomes red hot. However, the entire body even felt a chilling, piercing and inexpressible chill.

"A-what ...this?"

Heartbeats instantly rumbled. Make the other hand powerless to hold the chest. Can only refrain from sitting by pushing the hot sand soil.

Ahhhh!

The pain slowly churned. The organs in the body feel shaken. Starting from a heart that beats without rules and others vibrate. Turning the purpose of life into death.

Hard cracks become an introduction to the continuation. A wet, but fishy taste accepted by the hands. The numbness of one red eye gives unacceptable results calmly. Shouts of misery are still being echoed in this place of torture.

"Rarghhhhahaaaaaarrh!"

Red liquid smells fishy pungent. Provides an inevitable wet feel. The liquid called blood came out from the eye that had been covered with hands. Red eyes dripping red blood, it was really painful!

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"Basic, killer man!"

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The dark black smoke re-flowered, expanded and spread out from his back. Together with the red blood that kept coming out incessantly. Drip and imprint in this sandy soil.

Pain that no longer needs to be explained. Everything was not camouflaged even though the black smoke from the back had become a fog. Covering and covering the blood-eyed self.

What's this! Why is it suddenly like this! It really hurts!

Yes, those are the only words that can be expressed in the mind. Holding the blood from his unceasing eyes, along with the indistinct smoke from his back. Whether it was smoke or not, but it felt completely inexplicable how painful it was.

"Aaaaakhh!"

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The incendiary red painting in the sky has disappeared. Along with footrests based on brown color produced pointylistically. Sirna and go, disappear also can not be returned just like that.

Because the black color of the view melting gas has fused with its scope. Turn everything black by changing itself. Split and split into smoke and shadows.

Covering the sky and the colored ground into a luminous black. Although the red color remains on top of this dark ceramic. Inundating the darkness and making self-reflection apparent.

Although in every second there will come droplets of blood that obscure the reflection.

"Aah ... What .. do I do?"

What's wrong with me? Why am I like this?

His left eye opened with a slight sense of no wear. His right eye was covered with his hand and not opened. However, the red blood with its pungent fishy smell remained out. Adding to the scope of the pool of blood that was right in front of his one-eyed gaze.

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"Why, Son …! Why did you have to leave mom!"

Eh?

"Already, Mom. Just let it go …."

"How can you be sincere, Dad! Our child's body does not exist! Just his stuff!"

The sound of crying was heard from the mother. There were no words he could say. Can only cry sobbing endlessly because of remembering the death of his son.

The father just kept quiet. Trying to hold back the tears she couldn't hide at the end of her eyes. Staring with the mother the grave of the child with a tombstone reads: Afian Ika Pratama.

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Surprise and distrust are created. Although based only on the reflection of the pool of eye blood, the picture is clearly visible. A picture of a mother and father crying over the child's grave.

A little blurry indeed, it also looks vibrating like a blurry television. But now, no more images were seen in the pool of his blood, except his own face. His current face that was holding back the poignant tears of blood on his right self.

A cry sounded. Clear water comes out of the left eye, while the right still produces red blood.

"Mother ... Father …."

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"Goddessa …."

Again and again.

Get up and sit down, then turn to the light outside the window. A golden white light shone on the room space that was almost completely dark. Blink once, twice, then sigh in silence.

"Did I fall asleep after I got home? My head felt dizzy," Ian murmured with a hint of curiosity and confusion.

Akhs!

Both hands hold the head. The pain felt piercingly felt without pause. Even after a moment of time passed, the pain also disappeared.

"Nr …! My head …!"

I better get some more sleep!

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Yeah, that's how it happened. Just need to adjust to the things that have been described, then the pieces will be resolved. Now, the vision of the past is resolved. So that the eyes of the world choose to see one other figure.

One character who now sits alone in the living room is not lighted. His light was deliberately turned off and chose to rely on the candle in front. The figure that a girl knew was sitting with a sharp look.

Leads to a candle whose fire is moved because the air is running. Luminous purple eyes, white hair with a long half back, or perhaps it could be called a shoulder. His pale-looking white skin seemed to glow from the flames from the candle.

"They and .. Afian." The words were spoken by the girl of about fourteen years old.

His upper lip slightly he rubbed with his tongue. Then, one dialogue is again spoken out in a clean manner. However, in a sharp and cold tone.

"Are you the same person?"