Itami No Chikara's
Dreams In Dreams

Silence, this is what happened. There are no words. There is no change, only silence. Two Kurai were still on the side, as well as the red-eyed black figure that remained here.

Eh?

"Well! Let's just go!"

"Yes! He's mostly a dream!"

"H-hey! Don't go you!" A high-pitched command sentence was issued, creating Kurai's widened black eyes.

Stiff, immobile and produces distrust. The two Kurai instantly fell silent. It does not move and does not produce sound. All of their dark limbs had stopped producing movement.

In fact, the flying tail that became a leg for the two Kurai also produced no movement.

"A-apa—"

"Wlee!"

"Wlee!"

A strange, sinister voice was immediately uttered by the two Kurai. Both of them instantly showed the face of the creator of gloom. Creating truly excessive results.

Not only was the protagonist wide-eyed, the main character was no longer able to express himself properly. His face was instantly pale, his net was wide open, his body trembling. Slowly, he walked back to the floor.

The laughter of satisfaction was issued by the two Kurai. The emotion of evil and its mocking expression created fear for the beholder. Except for the black-eyed red figure who even focused on looking at Ian, the main character.

"Dam! Be aware!" The black figure instantly held onto both of Ian's shoulders, but he instantly let go after feeling the heat.

The taste of heat exceeds that of a human hand touching hot metal.

"Hey! What are you two doing!" ask the black figure in a high and gripping tone.

Gravitational pressure seems to increase, making vibrations that almost equal the shift of the plate. However, the two Kurai figures looked unaffected. The mocking expression was increasingly shown by the two.

"Haha! Just make him realize, that high expressiveness is useless!"

"Well.. hahaha! Scaring her too .. hihi, included in that!"

"Your spirits have no sense! If he's scared like that, then—"

Unwillingness occurs. Ian Kurozuki or maybe Ian. His real name is Afian Ika Pratama.

Now, his self that had sunk into fear began to feel strength. The strength in his discomfort.

"Rarghhhhahaaaaaarrh!"

The screams were issued by Ian. A black figure was immediately cornered on the wall, away from where Ian was sitting.

"Noooo!"

"Aakhs!"

The two Kurai who had previously laughed were now gone. It disappeared instantly as a black shadow engulfed the two. Yes, the black shadow that came out of Ian's body was the cause.

The black shadow that now began to draw closer to the black figure of red eyes.

"Damn it!" the inner black figure could not avoid the black shadow that began to form sharp hoofed hands.

Although at last, the black shadow instantly vanished like a broken glass. Giving the impression of disbelief for a black figure. A look was directed at Ian who had lost his consciousness in his open eyes.

"Damn! I have to do something before it's too late!"

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"Huh."

Whatisthis? Where am I?

Darkness, empty, no one. A dark place that can still be seen by the eyes. I don't know where the light came from. The self remains in this hollow blackness.

"H-hey, where am I?"

Eh? Isn't that my voice?

The look for the origin of the same sound. Look left and right until you end up behind. Large wide screen with blue border, while other colors decorate the middle.

A hologram screen that emits video, this was the beginning. The beginning of this distrust of self. Starting from the incident before running to the bus in the form of a transfer student.

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"W-what's this? Why is everything black? Hey!" Ian shouted to the black-eyed red figure. However, there is no answer at all.

The black figure lowered his head. His face is invisible. His body began to be shrouded in a darkness that illuminated itself. The black background of voidness did not make his black self vanish.

"Tch."

Eh? Ian nodded with discomfort.

"You .. must understand, how it hurts, Ian!" firmly a black figure with a high tone and a given eye gaze.

The blood-like red netra created an irregular heartbeat for Ian. The red eyes of the black figure made Ian's heartbeat change functions. From the giver of life is instantly transformed into the giver of death.

"Rarghhhhahaaaaaarrh!"

The heart rate further filters out the sound. He brought out a sword that suddenly pierced his back. Bloody chains appeared on both sides. Tied his hands and made himself sit down.

Fresh blood came out of Ian's mouth after he could no longer be restrained. The pain cannot be expressed any more than by shouting. The black sword that pierced his back was already unavoidable. Increase and continue to add to the pain.

The first bar is pierced from behind with the aim of the organs in the abdomen. The second blade pierced in the same area, then the other blades came irregularly. All stuck at points close to each other.

Produces the last blade leading to the lungs and heart.

"Rarghhhhahaaaaaarrh!"

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A-what ...this?

Ian widened his eyes, he began to walk backwards. A strange feeling enveloped him after seeing what the hologram screen displayed.

The view was diverted, but another hologram screen was already there. Another recording was forced to be viewed by Ian. The tape that elicits distrust.

"Khaa …!"

Surprise becomes-so. Ian turned himself over and ran. Destroy the hologram screen that has died and move away from another hologram screen.

Stay away from the hologram screen that now raises the barbed black hand.

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"You won't be able to run …!"

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"You are nobody!"

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"Haha!"

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"Don't beat him, kasian …! Ahaha! Babu!"

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"Didn …! Coolest boy! Diem deh you!"

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"You all heaaaaa .. am."

Consciousness slowly disappears. A sense of impurity felt before. Creating yourself that falls into the darkness.

Ian tumbling. His eyes began to close. His mind could no longer speak. He could only feel the darkness that was the place of his fall, as well as the place where he was.

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I don't get it.

I don't know.

I don't want to understand.

I don't want to care.

Everything stays the same.

Just always.

Everything's sickening.

Just always.

Never mind.

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Eyes open, trust gathered. One line of light from the window became a generating beam. Ian Kurozuki, himself now realizes that he just really woke up now.

His eyes were staring at himself. The glass mirror showed his destiny. He is not Afian Ika Pratama. He who now can only sigh.

A little pain enveloped, but all were considered indifferent. Diverted and used as a burden for the brain, the body that feels uncomfortable is no longer a problem.

"Waking up in a dream, is so crazy, anyway ..."-getting to the side-"week day, great …! Just continue to sleep!"

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Yes, after that, the dream of losing consciousness in school came. In this way, the fleeting story of the past was finished.