So it's ten minutes past midnight right now and I don't want to go to sleep because I'm a moron and I must just love being exhausted in school so have some random KagePro feels because they're bubbling out of my ears.
Set after Summertime Record. Yes, I purposely didn't refer to our main character by name. There will be a second chapter, never fear.
I WANT TO MEET JIN SO VERY VERY BADLY AND GIVE HIM A HUGE HUG
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He hated her, hated her. A bundle of noise and irritation and countless deleted songs, being woken up in the middle of the night by a whooping air-raid siren and her annoying voice crooning, "Oh, Master, wake up, did you know that in eight hours, a new bookstore opens? Wow, you should go there, Master! Maybe you can pick up some new books to add to that disreputable collection of yours that you hide from your mother, and only god knows how shocked she is by that folder of yours I posted yesterday~"
Too many nights spent screeching, "Shut up, Ene, I'm trying to sleep, can you just shut up and stop bothering me?"
And the familiar laughter subsiding into silence, and he'd fold the pillow back over his head and go to sleep, only to be woken up again by another burst of sound and static.
He wasn't even going to count how many times he'd deleted her, only for the irritating little cyber-girl to pop back up just as soon as he returned to the internet.
She was the bane of his existence, needling him, blatantly shooting holes in his reputation, and making his life hell.
However, it was her that caused his life to change, for him to go outside, put on his madder red jersey, and do something with his life instead of finally finding solace at the end of the blades of scissors. Throughout his time with the Mekakushi Dan, she was there, being her same old self, until he truly wanted to kill her.
Yet now that something had happened and she was out of his phone and into a body he recognized as Takane, not Ene, his life was quiet, the rills smoothed back to normal. No disturbances. No middle-of-the-night alarms. No more of the screeching, high-pitched laughter he hated so much.
And that was what kept him up at night.
The utter silence of the world.
Even now, he lay in his bed, covers pulled to his chin, and eyes wide open, just waiting, anticipating that shrill peal of her maddening laughter, now, or NOW-
But his room remained silent as the grave.
He folded the pillow over his head in the familiar motion and pretended he had heard a voice, maybe asking if he'd like to buy this cute swimsuit to go to the beach, or maybe this suntan lotion, and used that to lull himself to sleep.
It seemed no sooner had he finally succumbed to dreams than his phone exploded in sound.
He bolted upright, hope swelling in his heart, and shouted, "Ene, dammit, I'm trying to sleep!"
No reply. The screen on his phone said, "7:00 - Remember to pick up soda from the store today..."
He threw the phone down.
Lonely, that's what I am. Lonely. One of my closest friends moved away, so I'm lonely. Lonely. Lonely.
He repeated the word in his mind, attached it to himself, savored it like a rare treat. After Ayano...left, he had repeatedly told himself I'm not lonely, lonely is not me. Now, he liked to think he'd grown since then to acknowledge his loneliness. Or maybe he was just more lonely.
Whatever the case, it would tear him apart to be so lonely.