Title: Not Alone
Chapters: 1/1
Series: Kyoukai no Kanata
Character(s): Mirai Kuriyama

(mention of suicide)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyoukai no Kanata.


She unraveled the bandages from her palm and watched them swirl into her lap. Head down, she stared at the droplet of blood, ready to materialize. Ready to kill when commanded by its master.

She gasped and clenched her hand into a fist. Again she remembered it: the mixture of warm and cool as blood lingered on her skin despite the pouring of cold rain. She couldn't shake it out of her head.

Why? Why me? It was unfair.

A group of students' laughter brought her gaze to the passing group. She lifted her hand to her chest and clenched her cardigan. Ah, how nice it must feel to belong. To freely laugh with others. To connect with people. To be understood. To be loved.

If only this cursed blood wasn't coursing through her veins. She clenched her teeth. Getting close to anyone was not an option. So what if she was hated? This way, no one would get hurt. No one would get involved. It was better this way.

Except for one.

As she had stood on the edge of the school's roof, she thought of the two worlds that did not need her. She watched as the world turned away from the sun, saying its goodbye to the end of the day. Just as she was.

The door slammed against the wall, but she ignored it. A panic-stricken voice clamored but then mentioned something about about cute girls wearing glasses.

"…you simply should not die!" Just as those words pierced her, she would have to return the favor.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she rewrapped the bandages and tightened them. Her fear was still there, but disappearing now was not an option. She was needed. Thanks to Akihito's immortality (and reluctance as target practice), she felt her confidence in her own abilities to grow. Not only as a warrior, but as a person too. Sure, she was still terrible when it came to socializing with others, but it wasn't as scary anymore. She had resigned herself to loneliness for such a long time. Would it be selfish of her to ask for a friend, a friend who could stay? Could she really take Akihito's hand when he reached out to her?

She no longer had to be alone. Her blood that coursed through her—perhaps she could find a way to dispel the curse. Her thoughts were interrupted by an angry growl from her stomach,
reminding her that it was dinner time. It was time to see Akihito.

It seems that this change in her life wasn't too unpleasant.