Chapter 13: The Purpose
"Days without appropriate food to eat? Poor thing," Devil Valley was walking next to Shouta up the roads, which had Nami—the real one—over his shoulders. "Hang in there, girl! We'll be there soon enough, it's not like the ship is—"
Across them was none other than—the fake Shouta.
"This isn't fair," says the fake Shouta. "How come you people assume yourselves as the real? And we're the fake?" His arms were crossed, and he's standing there like a tree. "I don't like the happy ending for you real people."
"It's not that you are fake or anything," Devil Valley explained. "You are to stay at your own territory; because nobody has their opposites living with themselves, or any kinds of switch replacements."
"Still, I want her!" The fat Shouta was steaming hot, "You don't like her, then let me have it!"
"She is not a possession," Shouta finally spoke. "I need her to finish the project; now you just get lost or I'll make sure you pay, jerk. She does not deserve this kind of treatment." Without another word, Shouta lifted Nami higher, got hold of her tight and started running. "Stay close, Devil Valley!"
"Alright, coming. Coming!" Devil Valley went right after Shouta, but has to stop. "You go right ahead! I'll be ok!" He said while panting, breathing hard.
After a while of running, Shouta decides to trick the other Shouta; he ran into the woods. The fat one had stopped chasing because he got tired of running—like Shouta said, more exercise for him?