BAD END
WE HAVE DIED IN A NON LITERAL SENSE. WE NO LONGER EXIST.
THEY HAVE TAKEN OUR SPOT.
THEY HAVE GROWN UP TO BE WHAT WE HATE.
WE HAVE BECOME MONSTERS
It had been seven years since they last met. The snakes had gone back to Azami and it was time to depart, restart their lives. They had been living and becoming accustom to them [the snakes] it was best if they put away the past.
That's what they thought.
Everybody had a way of connection. Shintaro and Momo were siblings. Seto, Kano, and Kido had too much of a past to forget along with Ayano. Ene was to be with Shintaro unless she went to her body, except her original body was still ill, proven hard to live a natural life style. Konoha had no choice but to stay back in the last house from before which is Ayano's house.
Mary had left to the forest to train her snakes with her mom and grandmother. Hibiya went back to his hometown. Kido stayed at the base; after all it had been her house for the past two years. Kano was here and there while Seto moved into an apartment with the money he made from his part time job.
In truth, they were adapting well.
Mary was lonely without everyone but had her mother and grandmother. Shintaro went back to stay in his room with the occasional outings with Momo or Ayano, therefore not much difference from before. Kido found a part time job as a chef for a restaurant by Seto's workplace. Ene was energetic as ever while Konoha continued to roam around and eat negima. Kano never stayed in one spot, coming back to the base every while but was always on the other side of town.
That's what they thought at least.
Kido sits in silence at the dinner table. Hibiya left his hometown for the city. Seto rolls around his empty bed at night. Konoha lives in a world be doesn't remember. Ene can only watch from the other side of the computer or phone screen. Kano is nothing now.
Yes, the sweet agony of the lonely future. They live alone with the past haunting them. Their mutual love is in despair, they aren't who they're supposed to be. They're names aren't their own. Every action they make is unnatural.
Who are they anymore? The eyes they see through aren't the same. They aren't the same.
Gone. Everything that indicated they were there is gone. They are no longer [heroes]. The red scarves mean nothing. The gifted hoodies stay with their owners with an empty meaning. They sit in silence with the aspect of nothing.
We are dead.
They are like the zombies, woken up from the remains of something broken.
They are broken; convinced they are repaired, as if they have reached the better part of their lives.
As if the dream of being normal is being lived.
Only it is a nightmare.
Happy Blindfold day!
Well, for this story the A/Ns are going to be at the bottom of the page.
THESE ARE NOT SONGFICS. they have the titles and are based off them but they aren't okay? the next chapter is coming soon~