Itami No Chikara's
Let's Think While Not Dead

Stories of the past. Dream in a dream. If the focus is from the beginning, then the answer is obvious.

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Sound is produced from the activity of yawning. Vision closed for a moment, then re-opened. Look at the mirror that presents itself.

"Huh."

Basic forgetful. Dreams make you forget! Fian, Fian!

"Well, anyway .. some of those dreams, they feel real."

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After moving and ringing the finger bone, Ian came out of the room. Go see the living room that looks quiet. Afterwards, footsteps rested in the kitchen room.

Heeh, quite the kitchen too.

The greenish-blue door was facing the kitchen stove, but it was quite far away. The door is parallel to the door of the room.

Hem's?

Ian walked towards that door. Knock and then put his ear on the door. After a few seconds of hearing the void, he opened the door.

See the room named bathroom is very minimalist, but still leaves the beauty.

"Haha! I'm still shocked to see all the rooms here."

Eh?

Surprise and wonder mixed. Ian closed the bathroom door. Walking and stepping his feet towards the living room, his gaze found nothing there.

There is only solitude in the neatness of things.

"People— ah yes, he's not a person,"-put a hand on the chin-"wait, if not mistaken, his name is Yian' right? Where is he?"

"You don't know what to ask me" said Ian, answering his own question.

Laughter is voiced for a moment, then silence returns. Boredom approaches, but other flavors come along.

"Do I .. have to go out?" Ian bathes.

Intention is expressed in silence. Ian started walking out of the living room. Walk forward to the door of the house that is already in front.

His hand began to hold the door. It produced a small squeaking sound as it opened its door slowly. Eliminates light in the eye when outside light enters vision.

Th-this is!

Ian widened his eyes, rubbed and tried to believe what he saw. Green grass becomes a dye after the feet step on the rocks that become the base. Rocks that become a way to get out of the house completely.

Terrace with two chairs and a table. In front of him was a small garden filled with special grass. A tree grows beautifully on the right side of the front. While on the left side to the back, there is another house that is still integrated with Ian's house.

Although the room is of course separate.

"Eh?"

There's another house, huh? Worth it! Yian must be there.

Ian started walking. Set foot on grass that should not be stepped on. Yes, because there is a stone stand on the other side. However, it is too far away. So Ian took a diagonal path to quickly get to the house.

The house next to Ian's. The house is still one fence with the house.

"I'll just open it and—"

Wildeyed. Surprise. Unbelief. Stiff, silent and speechless. Ian had just wanted to hold the doorknob, but the door had already opened directly first.

Shows the figure of a long-haired woman shoulder. Black is the color of her eyes and hair. The cold attitude that becomes an expression is the identity of himself.

The female figure raised her head slightly. Staring at Ian's red netra with displeasure. Swaying, that's what Ian's attitude is now. He was speechless when he knew who this woman was.

"What's wrong? Do you want to say something after becoming a transfer student, Ian Kurozuki?"

The heart rate began to show its loud sound. Makes the mouth speechless. Only the inner word is now a sound other than this heartbeat.

Syntya!

"Hem. Nevermind."

"W-uh! Wait!"

Surprise is created faster in Ian. Making hands move to grab the shoulders of women who are still the same age as him. However, the woman's hand immediately shook her hand.

A sharp look was given by the woman. A woman named Sintya Bella.

"Don't bother me, Killer!" sintya said in a very, very different tone to Ian.

Ian Kurozuki is Afian Ika Pratama. The man who has something secret with Sintya Bella. A man whose life is still not clearly shown.

"S-Sintya—"

The door was closed hard. It makes a very rough sound. Irregular heart rate becomes. Making a gripping feeling and ignorance.

Ian was speechless. Just looking at the door that Sintya had harshly closed, also heard a soft voice from behind that door.

"Killer, killer, you murderer!"

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The sun looks higher. It shines a white light that colors the blue sky. Beautiful and soothing, this is the feeling that should be inside.

"Help …."

I don't understand at all!

Silent in silence, Ian did not move his body at all. Just lie down and let the heart beat. Not to forget the movement of air in and out of his nose.

"I ... What now? I don't understand at all. Why is this like this? Why?"

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Heart rate is racing. The vibration feels strong. Make the eyes look into the dreams of the shadows. Darkness is the beginning. After that, comes the picture.

An android phone that displays conversations on the app. The picture lasted for a moment leaving behind a single word. The letters are four. First letter 'y', second 'a', third 'n', fourth—

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"Nobody can be trusted in this world, son!"

"He's just using you!"

"There's no sense of 'it' in your relationship!"

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Huh!

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Elsewhere, black becomes the background. Red sky and arid orange land. Cracked and full of destruction. There is no calm there. Shouts become an ordinary voice.

"Ck. It sucks."

"Aaaaakhh!"

The disgusting screams were voiced by the luminous dark creatures. His body was black with long, sharp fingered hands. Skinny like a living skeleton with the same black eyes as the body.

The figure of the black creature named Kurai vanished. Leave the black blood on the arid ground leaving a trail of cracks. Even so, another Kurai figure began to appear in place of nothingness.

Some are legged and some fly like ghosts. It floated with its lower body that looked like mist. All of them came to the figure of a long black-haired man shoulder-length with glowing red eyes.

"Tch."

The red-eyed man was grieving. Producing thousands of black swords that directly stuck on the bodies of the Kurai. Destruction will happen. The Kurai instantly disintegrated like a plastic filled with black water being broken.

The black skeletal carcasses of the thousands of Kurai that had originally sprung up from all directions disappeared. Back left behind disgusting black blood.

"Afian Ika Pratama, and Sintya Bella." The red-eyed man muttered.

His long black hair instantly combed through the cold wind that was pounding on the arid ground. The sense of gripping is becoming. Even so, he looked calm.

Stick to sharp gazes and thoughts about what was said before.

"I think I'm watching enough for now."

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So, my home— yes-yes (meaning no-no). This house, Sintya's house, huh?

Even so, why? Why is! Why did this happen!

Yian didn't say anything. But, I've already— aah!

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The point is, I'm not an Afian. Sintya certainly doesn't know me as an Afian anymore. Yes, Afian Ika Pratama is dead! Now, my name is Ian Kurozuki. I have nothing to do with Afian Ika Pratama! Yep!

Even so, still. Well, I still don't understand.

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Since when did Sintya have sister— ah, no. I may be taller, but I'm the same age now. Fourteen.

The problem lies in: how could Yian know and, it seems, have anything to do with Sintya? Though, Yian did not know Sintya when I said her name earlier!

Then, other than that .. there is another problem.

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"Why ... Sintya says I am, this Ian Kurozuki, an assassin? What does that mean?"

Me .. yes (meaning no!).

"What Sintya ... thought that Ian Kurozuki who is not me, was the murderer, for my death, Afian Ika Pratama?

Haha! It seems impossible."

Uh. Undeterred. Sintya actually knows me as Ian or Yian? She looked shocked at school, but her attitude was cold again. As if ... don't want to care or know.

Argha!

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Mou ii's! Better wait for Yian the dark face to come!