《I Was Reincarnated Into A Harem Game As A Villain, Please Stay Away I'm Gay! V1》What Could Be Worse Then The River Sticks
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Name: Yuki (Yuta)
Doki Dollars: 11
Strength: 7 ( Unlock: 10 DD)
Dexterity : 6 ( Unlock: 10 DD)
Magic: 0 ( Unlock: Unavailable)
Intelligence : 12 ( Unlock: 20 DD )
The pain had suddenly stopped as I found myself in an open field. The smell in the air was fresh and the sun hung high up in the sky. There was also someone who was the last person I wanted to see. His long black hair and tattoos were shining.
He held and ate an apple that was in his hand. Cupid took a few bites before chucking it. Mid-air it turned into a seed, then a sapling, then a small apple tree before disappearing into a puff of smoke. That had all happened simultaneously.
He shrugged then took one look at me, his face contorted then began to laugh hysterically. His shoulders shaking as his hand slapped his leg.
[ Shut up, shut up shut up! ]
My face had turned a deep crimson and I buried my head in my hands. “ Please stop” I whispered without any energy. It was like a small mouse was telling a mountain off. Ineffectual and stupid.
“ I give you the biggest cheat in that entire universe and you get a heart attack of all things .. from a measly little fireball” Cupid spat out each word as he giggled.
“ Meowster!!!! “ The voice of kibbles is heard, it appears from thin air and jumps on Cupids shoulder. Cupids giggling stops. Takes a few deep breaths before patting Kibbles.
“ Ahhh you been a good kitty? Who’s a good kitty! “ cupid coos as kibbles rubs up against him.
[ Hello? I am still here you know! ]
I cleared my throat before stating “ So what happens next, I have died or something right?”
“ Mmmm” Cupid states. “ Not quite they are doing their best to revive you as we speak.. Well not as we speak time doesn’t exist here the way it does back where your body is.” He finishes before he shrugs.
“ I see” was the only response I could muster.
We sat stood in silence for a little while before I mustered all the courage I had.
“ How.. Is he doing?” I stated as I looked at the ground.
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Cupid looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“ You want to see him?” Cupid responded
“ What? I see Anzai? REALLY?!” I responded unable to keep my voice down.
“ Well I still feel pretty bad about ruining your life.. So I guess I can at least let you see your best friend.” Cupid mentioned scratching the back of his head.
He clicked his fingers and we appeared in a familiar house. It was a modern style building the lounge in which we were situated in was furnished with all of the amenities that you would expect. A couch, television some pictures on a cabinet and a piano.
“ Yuta! Yuta come here!” I hear a familiar yet unfamiliar voice cry. I think back to when I first hear that voice. It was many years ago when I was just a little older than the previous Yuki.
I was behind a school building getting the punched in the face by a bully, apparently, he thought I was watching him change during PE and decided to hit me.
I was saved that day by that same voice that said “ Hey you! Get off him” as I was scrunched up into a ball. I remember that same owner of the voice taking me to the nurses' office, he too ended up covered in bruises but he was smiling for some reason.
We had become best friends back then, there were rumours that would go around that we were dating but they ended up being squashed a few years later when he got his first girlfriend. It was also the first time my heart was broken.
I remembered taking a week off from school at the time because I couldn’t bear to see him. I was disgusted with myself for feeling the way I did and cursed at my inability to be happy for him.
I didn’t want to lose him so after that week I pretended as best I could that I didn’t care.
They didn’t even last that long… but to me, it felt like forever.
I played video games with him when they broke up to cheer him up. I felt sick at how happy I was they broke up and hated myself further.
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Still, I watched him and smiled. Finally, we went to university he had had many girlfriends in between that time none of them lasting long, but each time putting a nail into my heart.
I remember it was after on of our lectures that he lent me Romance Fantasy ++. I remembered because I was so angry that he would give me such a stupid game.
I thought about how damn stupid and insensitive he was but still, I laughed it off and said thank you.
It was one of the only things he had ever lent me. I felt special in his heart for once and I was conflicted. I ended up playing through it so I would have something in common with him. Even though he probably just gave it to me because he felt since he had never seen me with a girlfriend.
A tear rolled down my cheek, I brushed it away gently. I stood motionlessly as I watched a young man I both knew and didn’t know stand in front of me with a three-year-old child. “ Yuta, get that crayon out of your mouth!” The man said.
It was Isayama Anzai just looking like he was almost 30. The same black hair, white teeth and a casual smile on his face. The small child in his hands had the same face as him but with different shaped eyes and mouth. He was carrying a box of crayons and attempting to eat them.
“ Honey how do I get Yuta to stop eating these things!?” Shouted Anzai into the other room. Footsteps were heard as a young woman with an apron on came to his rescue.
“ Is that Rita?” I mumbled to myself as I walked up to the father holding his child. I went to touch him but my hand slipped through.
I clenched my fist.
“ We are out of time and space sync with them… they won’t be able to see you Yuki.” Cupid stated quietly.
“ So he married Rita from university? That's a surprise.” I said softly.
“ Yeah, they named their kid after you. When you died Anzai spiralled a bit, he blamed himself for not being there for you more. She was the one he has said he had met. She helped him through it all so he thought it was only right to stick by her too” Cupid said.
“ I see” was my only response.
Kibbles, jumped up on my shoulder and used his tail to wipe away my tears. It was warm and comforting considering how isolated I felt watching such a happy couple. My emotions swelled further. I wrapped my arms around myself.
[ Why does this hurt so much? He moved on without me…. ]
“ Have you seen enough? ” Asked Cupid gently.
[ Wait.. is this really alright to leave it like this? ]
“ Just one more thing,” I said as I cleared my throat. My arms dropped to my sides and my fists clenched.
“ ISAYAMA ANZAI” I shouted as loud as I could. The words in my throat felt that they were hot coals.
“ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING…. AND I LOVE YOU! Please….” My voice trails off as it trembles.
“ PLEASE BE HAPPY AND I WILL TRY MY BEST TO BE TOO!” I finish, huffing air into my lungs.
My shoulders heave up and down before stopping abruptly. I turn and look at Cupid, tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips.
“ I am ready” I state.
Cupid walked up to me and patted my back. His hand felt warm, an indescribable feeling washed over me. It was like being touched by peace itself. My limbs felt like jelly but the hole in my heart that I had carried with me since young felt like it was filling.
Cupid clicked his fingers with his other hand and we started slowly fading. Kibbles resting on my shoulder and Cupid at my side. I took one final look at the small child who was now carrying my name.
The young child looked at the space where I was fading drops the crayon and stands in front of me. He smiles and claps his hands.
“ What are you looking at little darling?” Anzai says
The child smiles brightly in response before they walked up to their mother and hugged her.
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