Mr. Paints
episode 30's

Yamashita's body was pushed back, her back slammed against the wall in a straight, slightly painful position.

Yamashita grimaced slightly, smacking the fishy remains from the blood at the corner of her mouth. Minami bit her tongue. Instead of being sick, his desire burned. Minami's chaotic face leads her to nostalgia, where she once ruled the girl on her cot.

Beautiful body with painful eyes.

"Do you remember?"guess she tried so hard not to smile. He stood up, straightening his back.

Minami rubbed it with a flat look."Shut up," he replied. He is sick and hateful - of course, Minami should hate him.

"You're gonna kill me?" He smiled obliquely then snorted cynically. Yamashita thought nothing would change. The death of one of them would only add to the long list of problems. Is it not enough for thousands of lives?

Minami was just about to reply, but Yoshio suddenly entered. Bring a bag of snacks and milk.

"Mina-san is? Are you awake?" He ignored Yamashita, stepping hurriedly towards the bed. Minami turned her head, nodding awkwardly. After all, he did not want to see Yoshio for too long. Not after what he did to her.

Bruk!

Yamashita left just like that, slamming the door and staring wryly at the two. Yoshio chose silence, saying nothing. The reaction was strange. But not if his memory has returned.

"Yoshio,"call Minami touch the gloomy man's cheek. The man was picking up an apple, intending to peel it off.

"Don't talk. You should shut up and rest. Your blood pressure's low and you're food poisoning." Yoshio looks evasive, but at the same time, his hands are outstretched, touching Minami's forehead and long hair. In Yoshio's eyes, the girl remained the same. Spoiled, wishy-washy, but intoxicating. Thousands of years passed by with hundreds of different years, but his memory was still fresh, slow to forget.

"Do you want to say something?" He asked heavily, as if someone had pierced his throat. As Minami only looked down miserably, Yoshio was injured. He was afraid to ask questions, perhaps not wanting to hear them again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Finally, a desperate voice came out from Minami's mouth. He was crying, getting down.

Outside, dots of water began to trickle down from the sky. Carrying a feeling full of wounds along with Yoshio's already numb inner voice.

Today, his old memories have been restored. Princess Yuka was already in the same life. Perhaps, this was not only an opportunity for prince Kasetsu, but also for him and princess Yuka.

If Minami had taken the oath to kill her own husband, it would have been different from the one that Yoshio had sworn ten minutes before his death.

"Say, what do you want."He himself in the past snarled. Angry, but admitting the bitter truth.

"What about revenge? Let them feel the same pain. Every action will be reciprocated in the next life. I'm sure the unification of the elements from their bodies will not stop. Hatred is just an excuse. We have to kill them before they realize their feelings. Well in life tomorrow, tomorrow again and so on. Come on, make an oath with me." Insanity and pain were drawn from his face.

Yoshio took a long time to agree. But not this time. Doubtfully, his hands stretched out, fusing his blood on princess Yuka's fingers. It was an ancient ritual where Gods were believed to come to grant the prayers and vows of the persecuted.

Now after a long wait, Yoshio is not sure if his revenge is still important. His heart wound could not be healed, but Minami was receiving her punishment. Tens, hundreds to thousands of times. In every life, you will find the same thing. Yamashita Kasets. The two will continue to kill each other. This is the last chance and Yuka's daughter, who has been resurrected from her memory, comes along to mess with her.

Yoshio was no longer able to speak. The apple he had clasped, rolled down. Hiding under the bed.

"I'm leaving."He muttered, dragging his steps closer to the door. Minami couldn't say a word. He just cried, blaming what had happened.

After Yoshio's departure, the room felt empty. The air was then suddenly cold, piercing Minami's moist skin. Someone came, pierced through the curtain then stood on the strength of the wind.

"Aren't you tired of crying, princess? It always ends like this. Didn't you realize? It's futile?" The god of death asked, sounding like an empty joke. His black lips moved cynically. Silencing the incarnation.

Nekomata on his shoulders meows, twisting his tail.

"I don't need mercy. Go god, I want to be alone." Minami replied, without looking at him at all. His knees were bent and his face was buried there. Sobbing again.

"I came because I wanted my heirloom. My demons will not let me live continuously in ruby shards. Once this last chance is over, I'll take it out of your hands. Maybe you'll be imprisoned in Hell, or spend your old days in agony. It's not a choice, but a destiny you've chosen for yourself. You just have to deny it. That's all." The god of death developed his pale smile, stroking Nekomata's constantly agitated tail.

Minami. Before long, as bored, the God of death was gone. Uniting his transparent figure with the wind, moving out through the vents, resembled a thin fog.

The room was empty again. Minami looked up, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. There is no point in crying. If this is really the last chance, sooner or later, Yamashita must be destroyed first.

Shown already in the eyes of Minami the blood of his eternal enemies. Fishy and thickened, like reddish paint dough. Yamashita always screamed, but her gaze was more of an empty feeling. The shadow of her pain was nothing more than disappointment. Minami remembers, he was never killed, but he was always the killer. Yamashita Kasetsu dies in every life only to be stabbed.

Wasn't he? Relented? But for what?

Minami fell silent, biting her lips. There was no answer he could find.