When I came to, I was sleeping in my room.
I guess you could say I fell into a dream...
My body feels so sluggish, whatever I'm doing.
It's still the middle of summer, but why does my body feel so cold?
Kei: Hah~~~
Youko: What's up, Hato-chan? You don't look so good.
Kei: Yeah......
Youko: Did something happen at that house of yours?
Kei: Yeah...... kind of.
Since then, some time has passed. My body has regained some of its vigor, but my feelings are still possessed with the weight of depression.
Lately, in the clamor of crowds, I tend to search for people who walk with good posture, or long hair.
Ah, that person's hair is kind of pretty, I guess.
But then, compared to that green-black hair...
Kei: Hah~~~
Youko: Hato-chan, really, what's wrong?
Kei: I might've abandoned someone important, when I came back.
I regret running away.
Kei: That person... is probably dead because of me.
Afraid to see for sure, I'm unable to return, or to contact Sakuya-san.
Youko: Dead because of you? This story sounds kinda dangerous.
Kei: It really
was dangerous.
If only it was just a dream...
Youko: I know about that. I looked it up on the net, you know, the news over there. Something about a vampire incident. Seems like something the occultists would pounce on.
Many traces remain, evidence that it wasn't a dream.
The mirror stolen from the Regional History Museum.
Corpses with all the blood drained away.
And...
But, stories of oni are just incidents under a distant sky, now.
Unconsciously, my hand pets at the strap of my cell phone.
I suppose I can go on living with no connection to oni, until the power in this charm fades.
Uzuki-san said she could come to where I live, to recharge it, but...
Youko: ......Hato-chan.
Kei: ......Eh?
Kei: Ah, it's nothing.
Having been buried in my own thoughts as usual, I give a laugh and pick away at my fish and chips.
Kei: You went out of your way to check that news?
Youko: Of course I did. It's all a technique to earn yer lo~ve.
She holds out her pinky, to show that we're connected by the red thread of fate... but my pinky finger...
...still remembers the sensation of that time.
The strength of that finger intertwined with mine... becomes a chain that binds me.
Kei: Hah~~~
I'll probably be sighing until the end of summer.
Until the color of the summer sky fades from this blue gem...
Blue ending: Severed Thread - Until the end of summer...