Itami No Chikara's
You're Already None

The Afian Ika Pratama. He used to be an ordinary male student. Short hair and normal eyes, no abnormalities whatsoever from it. Even so, the event full of discomfort became the wheel of fate for him.

Starting from his fatigue during formality. Although in fact he was just not strong in the face of that impromptu shortness of breath. Well, it also goes into fatigue.

Fatigue because all this time did not think the possibility of it happening.

"Why ... me, can it be like this?"

Actually, what happened anyway!

Only speech sounds and hollow sounds were issued. The expression of the face remains on the feeling. Surprised and not knowing what to say but questions.

The Afian Ika Pratama. Now, he has changed. Only because the incident of public transport that has not been completed at all is explained. A new existence and perhaps, a new identity.

His normal self is gone. Replacing with a new body with its characteristic that is none other than red eyes. Long black hair? Of course it's still normal.

It is normal to say that she is a woman. But unfortunately, he was a man and rarely had long-haired men.

"Red eye …. Why this?" Afian again questioned his condition.

The room nuanced male room became where he was. Sitting on the bed with eyes looking at the mirror.

He doesn't know what else to do.

"Hey, Ian!"

Eh? Wh who?

Changing views. The two-meter-long mirror was left staring, as if looking the other way. Look and try to find the origin of the familiar voice.

"Dam! Look at the mirror, bego!"

The arrow of imagination managed to stick in the chest, making the heartbeat sound loud for a moment. Immediately, a direct look back at the mirror. Deflecting his eyes, it was the events that followed that made him that way.

"K-ka-you!" Afian said in a high tone, shock still enveloping his words.

The mirror that was supposed to show a shadow of self instantly darkened. A black figure came out from there, forming the silhouette of a familiar male figure. Black air enveloped the black figure.

"Hey, Iaaan! It seems you're okay, huh?" asked the black figure with a grinning grin on his dark face.

"You! What are you doing to me! Why am I like you!" Afian asked with overflowing emotions.

The black figure just scratched his head. His form is becoming more apparent. Like the figure of a male silhouette with the posture of a twelfth grade teenager. Long hair and red eyes are the difference.

The black figure was of course the red-eyed man, the Itami No Chikara who made Afian what he is today.

Now, it is Afian who has a human form. The red-eyed man became a black silhouette. Of course all his body turned black, except for his eyes that remained red.

"Well, I think I can go."

Oi!

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Night, here's the setting. This dark colored space painting looks the same. A bunch of black cotton was visible on one side, while the galaxy's flashing lights shone on the other.

There is no certainty of the setting. The interest lies only in the main character.

Now, it centers on one of the buildings in which it is located. The explanation time had passed before. Afian's talk with the red-eyed black figure has come to its core.

"Well, as I explained. You're not Afian Ika Pratama now. Your old self .. is dead."

The crack created a sense of shock. The red-eyed black figure repeated his words. Even so, Afian simply flabbergasted without an answer. His changed face had been covered in a gloomy shadow.

"Huh?" Question is shown in black. Afian remains in a sense of gloom.

"So .. I, I'm dead, huh?"

"Yes …! Why is your expression like that?"

Afian stopped looking down. He began to look at the black figure. Although he had a moment to wipe his red netra.

"Em,"-Afian shakes - "forget it."

After all, this was his destiny.

"uh? Whatever." The words were uttered by a black figure.

Hearing the words of Afian that seemed to harbor all feelings, made the black figure feel uncomfortable. It feels like saying something, but unfortunately it does not fit his identity.

The black figure turned into mist, moving around the room. Then again set foot next to the Afian who is now laying down.

"What's wrong? You're not happy, are you?"

"Let me alone. Please …!" pinta Afian hides herself with a blanket.

Slewing without knowing the answer, the black figure started to leave. Leaving one sentence before it turned into a fog and disappeared.

"Do what you're supposed to. This is the world you belong to, you should know .. where you are now."

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The setting was allowed to pass. It flows like water, but not as bright as light. Darkness, that's what it feels like. Space painting balancing between clouds and stars. The main character could only be silent.

I don't know what to do now, except to assume it doesn't exist.

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"Quick learning! Being told to learn is hard! His mind kept playing! I hit you if you don't want to learn!"

Such were the hard words that still had not entered rudeness. A father scolded his seven-year-old son. Even so, the look on the child's face looks unnatural.

Between fear and disbelief with the father's treatment, the two feelings were mixed in his expression.

"This help oh!" The child shouted loudly, no less loudly with the father.

Creating one hard slap on the study table. "That's really asking for her help!" the father was filled with anger.

The silence occurred in the other room. To be exact, next to the room where the child and the father were.

"Why ... why am I so afraid now! I'm not the wrong one!" a teenage boy was trembling with fear.

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Whatisthis? Where am I?

"Hoo! You're the one in there!"

Eh?

"Yes! Comehere! Robot milk!"

The sound of screaming howled like a wolf. Along with a white vacuum that becomes glass fragments.

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"Eh, Fian."

"Huh?"

"You're done with the job, aren't you? Give it to me, hurry!"

Heart rate seems to want to stop, warm saliva swallowed by force.

"Fast love, Babu!"

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"Aaaaaaarrhhh! Why-why-why!"

"Why should I feel this pain!"

Male figure, background in the form of arid land. There was another figure besides the man, but the figure lay with blood on itself. Making a howl of regret kept coming out of the man's mouth.

"Yi .. an. To-long .. accept, that pain."

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"Oh!" Eyes open, random dreams gone. Although other voices began to sound.

"latest news. Public transport is suddenly devoured by the red boy. The exact cause is unknown, but the identity of the victim is known.

There were two victims, one the driver and the other a teenage student named Afian Ika Pratama."

The essence of life produces turmoil. Hearing stimulates vision and the mind to move. Go leave the room named room and look at another room.

"uh? I'm aware, aren't I?"