Mr. Paints
episode 15

What do you know about destiny? inner Minami Muruka said to herself.

He stared at the passing of Yamashita Kasetsu in the form of a cat, through the window and then vanished with the sunlight.

Minami closed half her eyes, hoping that what she felt was not the truth.

The girl was very sure, she had a hatred that was growing more and more real. If at first he thought Yamashita was not much different from most men, Minami felt his opinion was wrong now.

He realized something-a secret in his previous life that was completely still severed in his memory.

If likened, Minami is faced with a life puzzle piece.

Now that he ignored his words, the Nekomata completely disappeared as if what he was talking about was foolishness.

What then? To whom should he ask? Even though he died, in the next life most likely Minami's fate did not suffer much.

There is no other way to escape.

"Mina-san is? Are you all right?"yoshio shouted running towards him. The man suddenly appeared from behind the deserted passageway connecting the bathroom. His face described a form of anxiety.

"No, I just slipped earlier, look at my elbows bleeding, Yoshio."Minami hurriedly stood up, receiving her best friend's helping hand.

Despite smiling, Yoshio finds out, after parting with her at the locker door, Kotomi follows Minami along with some of her friends.

Once wanting to follow, a teacher called him for a sudden assignment.

"Stop lying. I can only apologize for leaving you earlier" Yoshio said, taking a piece of wound plaster from inside his school suit pocket.

Minami grimaced slightly as the sticky object was affixed to her wound.

"You remember? When we were kids, you always filled my face with heart-painted plaster. You're like a doraemon bag, containing everything I need."Yoshio smiled bitterly then before long, he then stood up gesturing for Minami to start walking towards the direction of the class.

In the hallway, the knock from Yoshio's shoes felt very different - like a magic rhythm controlled by someone from somewhere else.

Minami turned her head in all directions, but she found nothing.

At the same time, he involuntarily moved his fingers towards Yoshio's hand.

The man strangely made a similar move. His long fingers instantly opened, welcoming Minami's hand to dissolve in a firm grasp.

Minami's blood flow rippled loudly, mixed with strange sounds in her head.

Know it? I feel better. Inner Minami smiled faintly at Yoshio. The tall man somehow refracted a very different gaze. It was so warm as if there were flowers blooming on her eyelids.

In silence, Nekomata lurks from behind an old curtain, monitoring the little magic that is again beyond his agreement with the god of death.

What then? What does this marriage mean? Besides the curse still on Yamashita, Minami seemed to be allowed to repeat her mistake.

An affair with the same reincarnation. Hiroshi's adjutant, a marriage witness as well as someone who took part in the original reason of a catastrophe.

Yoshio Takeda-sang reincarnated in a white aura who most likely still had a soul in his previous life.

This is your destiny, princess. There is no way to avoid it unless you are on the edge of regret, a wound for death will free you from the shackles of the past. The angel of death suddenly fared. Without a form, he just voiced staring at the figure of Nekomata belonging to Yamashita. The pet demon walked around his wife with another man.

A line of the past is repeated, where Emperor Kasetsu's son leaves an affair before his eyes.

If this is the beginning, the angel of death hopes that there will be no more war just for capturing a Kaguya.

7 Hours later, Hiroshi's apartment.

Time showed at eleven o'clock in the evening as Minami's phone shook from the side of the table containing a pile of books.

The girl who was preparing for bed turned her head, putting her hand side down to reach her phone.

A foreign number.

Once hesitant to take the call, at the last second, Minami changed her mind.

"Yes, hello? Who'sis this?"

For a moment, nothing was heard from across the street. There was only the sound of the wind as well as the sound of rustling leaves.

"It's me. Is this your number?"ask the caller a little confused.

Minami frowned, feeling strange by the question. Is it just a prankster?

"I'm sorry, maybe you're on the wrong side."

Tut's.

Minami ended the call with hesitation. He looked at his cell phone, thinking everything was the worst possibility. Kotomi? No way, it's a male voice. Or was my number spread by the bully girl to the adult site?

Not lost curiosity, suddenly the phone again rang from the same number.

This time Minami chose to ignore it, putting the communication device into a bottom drawer.

Summer classes will start soon, it is not impossible that it is just the behavior of crazy salesmen who intend to offer moisturizing products for students. Yes, even if it's at the hour is not unusual.

Leaving behind Minami who was trying to sleep, the night later grew late, revealing a half moon hanging in the sky.

Not far from Minami's apartment, a man sitting under the roots of a Chery tree, grumbled at the cell phone in his grasp as if the inanimate object was a mortal enemy.

"What the fuck is he?" He muttered, trying to pull his hair that had been trimmed short.

Increasingly irritated given his new appearance that was incompatible with the style of a noble, almost his emotions exploded.

"What look!"

That tall figure-Yamashita Kasetsu, yelling annoyed at the two girls who were staring at her without a blink. Such a view, is the disrespectful behavior that only the slaves had in his time.

Both of them immediately frightened, choosing to leave after that, had thought of approaching Yamashita.

"He's so fierce, is that handsome guy crazy?" one of them whispered in horror. They were curious and had been watching Yamashita for more than ten minutes.

If most people choose to sit on a bench, Yamashita with a normal attitude, leaning on the body of a tree like a bum. Even the prince grumbled in ancient Japanese on his phone.

More than 150 times until his cell phone battery runs out, but Minami chooses to ignore his call.

Even if I was destined to have a bond with that woman, it would be impossible to remove the ingrained hatred. Inner Yamashita gave up, stuffing her phone into her pants pocket.

He is not a grumpy prince, but the longer he knows Minami, the trail of hatred blinds everything.

Like water and fire. The two elements of the world were not much different from the arrogance of Kaguya Arashi and the selfishness of prince Yamashita. They are like the basic characters of the world who deny great destiny.

I will inhabit you, until one of you realizes that it is a mistake if the destiny of hatred is addressed to you. Tens of centuries have passed, I have been dwelling too long and tired. Nekomata in Yamashita complained, staring at the skies where he lived. Maybe he was too tired to face everything.