Mr. Paints
episode 19's

During the last three days leading up to her 17th peak, Minami had nightmares.

A black, dark box also stuffy as if to lock it up, make a limit, skin his every wish to escape.

At a point with the dimest light, Minami's 'other' figure stood, wearing a silk kimono in the corner of the box. His gaze looked blank, dyed by thousands of sad stories on his expressionless face.

Minami retreated in fear, staring at her reincarnation while whispering to herself that her hallucinations were terrifying.

"Give it," said Kaguya walking, dragging the end of her Kimono. His bun order was a mess with his outstretched hands filled with fresh blood.

A fishy aroma pierced Minami's nose, until she had involuntarily shouted in her sleep.

The dream is too real, leaving a lot of sweat as well as moans that are still stuck in the throat.

Minami at the end woke up, glared hysterically then grabbed a small digital clock on the nightstand. His breath was puffed up, a little claustrophobic from scooping up oxygen in a hurry.

Today his summer vacation is over. Perhaps due to being too uptight with a school life filled with bullying, Minami had a bad dream. His soul seemed to be filled with cliche things that of course had no meaning at all.

Shortly after spending a little time in the bathroom, Minami put two slices of toast with a little vegetable that she arranged neatly on a separate plate. Despite not fulfilling his nutrition, he did not have enough money to bother about it all. Already long allowance money from the government is used for purposes outside school.

Minami knew it was difficult for her economy when she decided to keep her parents' ashes in a private storage facility.

With the rental of a fairly expensive place, Minami spends almost half of her money every month. He used to think of washing it in a river or ocean. But, it ends not. Storing inside an ordinary apartment will require the ritual of every full moon. If calculated the cost is greater and more troublesome.

Minami is still busy thinking about her monthly bill, she is too focused to make her phone ring unheard.

It's from Yoshio. Two missed calls over the last 10 minutes.

As soon as Minami grabbed her phone, the call was dead.

The clock shows 8 o'clock, in a minute, the bus is coming. No longer thinking about anything else, Minami rushed away, pocketing her phone in a silent position.

It would be better if I did not answer Yoshio's call, Minami's inner tied up her long hair while continuing to run.

It was his first day in early autumn. Kotomi will certainly get him into trouble. But as much as possible do not let things get worse if the secret is revealed.

His relationship with Yoshio could be a small apocalypse if one person only knew of it.

The bus arrived within ten minutes, Minami sat on a bench at the very end and did not find Yoshio anywhere. Although the bus line from Yoshio's residence runs across from his apartment stop, but since the last incident, where the man surprised him, he had always hoped to find his face among dozens of people. Every morning, Minami gets tired, turning off her own expectations.

Now, after Yoshio expressed his feelings, their circumstances felt a little awkward and different. Minami does not accept Yoshio's invitation to visit Shirokawa's apartment, where they live.

Five minutes later, the bus stopped, delivering Minami to the stop's mouth.

The road to the school looks good. It's not too early to get in. But getting used to it after a long vacation is not easy.

Brug.

Just below the line of Maple trees, Minami accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder. More precisely, the figure appeared suddenly in a space that was supposed to be empty.

"Fraud."

"Prince?"Minami tried not to scream. He covered his mouth with both hands while his feet suddenly stiffened in surprise.

The haughty face of Yamashita Kasetsu, whom she had not seen for almost a month, was still the same. It's even colder and scarier. Character differences are very striking at the beginning of their meeting, making Minami sure, the Prince of the past has psychopathic talent.

"My wife," whispered Yamashita crossing her silver hair back,"today you're 17 years old. How about we celebrate by jumping into the past? There, I'll make you a big party."

A fairly strong grip landed on Minami's shoulder. The girl was too late to dodge retreat, only able to stare fiercely at the little chuckling Yamashita, popping out a row of her teeth.

"Take it off, I'm not your wife!"pekik Minami looked around. The neighborhood seemed to die, no one but him, the prince also a stretch of autumn leaves that fell.

There is no form of life. It was as if time had been deliberately stopped just for them.

"Listen, Kaguya Arashi. I'm not gonna let you go. Your responsibilities will continue to exist even if you die and are reborn in the next life."Yamashita gave a small grin, taking off her grip by pushing hard on Minami's shoulder back.

"You'll never get your wish!"minami shouted fiercely. He hurriedly straightened his body to Yamashita's fingers.

When the angry look of the two met, the ground where they stood, trembled small. Responding to the power of each subconscious.

In one blink, not far from them, the God of death appeared. The tall figure stood up, clutching Nekomata in a circle of his hands.

"Boring,"whispered the God of death that Nekomata responded to with a small meow. He then nodded lazily at what was happening. Thousands of years had passed and such a sight had become his meal.

Without knowing the existence of the God, the two different elements throw negative energy from each other's eyes.

It lasted long enough that a greeting from one's mouth, miraculously smashed the wall of time between them.

"Mina-san is? Why are you standing in the middle of the street?"

Minami jumped in shock, holding her chest that suddenly hurt from shock.

As soon as he turned his head again, Yamashita had vanished and the atmosphere of life was running as usual.

What's wrong with her? Was it just a hallucination?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Regardless of the reprimand, Minami who felt her knees limp, took the initiative to sit on a bench.

He gulped so much water from his drinking bottle, without speaking.

"I don't think he showed up in this life. Wasn't the last one to mess up, too? As I recall 700 years ago, even before that you lost to that man."The Death God smiled amusedly, surprising Yamashita who had changed her form into a cat.

Instead of being surprised, Yamashita looked at the god unconcernedly.

He grumbled at his unlucky fate today. Kaguya was not that easy to set up and - whichever man was able to break the death of time, surely his figure was not the reincarnation of an ordinary person.

Hiroshi's adjutant, have you forgotten that man, Prince? Nekomata whispered through his ear.

Hiroshi's? The pervert who peeped at my wife?