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"LOST SMALL WORLD" (NOVEL)

TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN

PERIOD 3: 16-17 YEARS OLD

MISSION 1 (PAGES 258-269)

With a snap, he unconsciously thrust the knife in and out with his fist. The western-style building, which was seen on the opposite side of the lane on the way, will soon be visible on the left this time. He wondered if there were humans living there, every window was plunged into darkness like ruins. A building next to the street passed him, as if it were intimidating.

"......?"

He involuntarily looked back at the building that he hadn't even looked at.

He saw a small light in the window of the room on the second floor…it was the window of his original room. He could see a slim figure in the light.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Fushimi!"

Kusanagi let out an upset voice and slammed on the brakes, just as Fushimi spun the safety latch, flung open the door, and jumped out of the moving car.

He tried to run in the direction he had come from, but momentum pushed him back. He took momentum, but rolled backwards about three times. He landed on his foot and immediately used his ability to reverse jet the sole, somehow killing the speed. The soles of his shoes scraped against the asphalt, giving off a burning smell.

He crouched down and looked out the window, but the light had already gone out. He couldn't see a person's shadow on the pitch-black window.

As he breathed lightly, he couldn't take his eyes off the window for a while.

He felt him look into his eyes. Watching him from the window, he rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Fushimi! How dare you jump out of a moving car, you, idiot!"

Kusanagi parked the car at the side of the road and ran back.

"Are you okay? Here, hold on."

"I'm fine."

Without borrowing Kusanagi's hand, he caught his breath and stood up on his own. It looked as if he had been scraped with asphalt, and small stones were poked into his palms. He turned his expression off and shook his hand.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing? Come to think of it, you used to live in this area."

"It's nothing. Excuse me. Let's go home."

He started to head back to the car, but looked up at the second floor of the building for the last time. The lights from the cars on the street were incessantly illuminating the red brick outer wall and passing by, but the lights in the windows were definitely off.

He couldn't be there. The man who died two years ago in the winter. If he was, wouldn't he be a ghost? A spirit bound to the earth? A man who just came home when he felt like it, but why would he be grounded in that house? It was stupid.

He heard it had been sold, but it was soon put up for sale again and still had no buyers. Land prices should be high out there, so owning it as an asset costs money.

"Okay. It's nothing... huh?"

He could hear Kusanagi muttering with a sigh.

Fushimi tilted his head and looked at Kusanagi. Kusanagi only showed a weak smile that he hadn't seen before, as if he had given up on something.

"You're hurt. Let's go home and I'll heal you." He said as he walked back to the car.

Uncomfortable, Fushimi sat quietly in the passenger seat.

As he leaned forward to close the door, which had been left wide open, his gaze once more focused on the building.

The front door of the mansion, in which he thought no one lived, opened. A small white light slipped through the crack in the door. He floated up and down like he was swimming in the dark, and disappeared in the direction the car was driving away.

++++++++++

When he returned to the bar, there was only Suoh. Totsuka and Anna who are the executive level members and the others had been sent home. Hayato, who was deeply injured, was taken to a room on the second floor of the store. It seems that Akito never left Hayato's side. Suoh and Anna live on the second floor, but Kusanagi said that he would take Anna to his apartment while the twins were still there.

He put his easily sterilized hand in his pocket, and walked back to his room, feeling somewhat disinterested.

Two years ago in the winter, Yata and Fushimi built a hideout on the first floor of that multi-tenant building. However, the first PC he installed and the Internet line were not connected to each other. Collecting dust in the corner of the attic.

Should he talk about what he saw today, or what should he do? He couldn't make up his mind until he stopped in front of the door. Thoughts were swept away by the smell of food emanating from inside. Now that he thought about it, when he was about to have lunch, he was dispatched for the sake of the twins, so he ended up not having anything in his stomach for the whole day.

"Oh, how was it, Saruhiko?"

Yata, who was eating curry at the kotatsu table, looked up. It stands in the middle of the room, regardless of the season, and the two of them picked it up in the late winter of their first year living there.

The concrete floor is covered with tatami mats. Compared to when there was nothing in the beginning, life had become a bit more chaotic.

Fushimi took off his shoes and stepped onto the mat. His shoe hit the door that closed behind him.

"Nothing, no progress. We're going to be carrying those twins around for a while."

"Have you eaten? Why don't you eat it? While you and Kusanagi-san were out, Totsuka-san told me to cook rice for Akito. He started throwing away the shark fin that Kusanagi-san had saved and the wine extremely expensive. If Kusanagi-san finds it, he'll be struck by lightning, so Kamamoto and I split up and we were forced to bring it home to destroy the evidence, but I'm sure he'll find out tomorrow anyway."

He twirled the spoon in his hand, spewed out grains of rice, and started talking like a machine gun. Curry was on the menu so why did they make more curry? Are they stupid? That was stupid.

"I don't need it."

It was also troublesome to grasp the utensil. He tried to head to his territory, the loft, without even making eye contact.

"But you don't like shark fins or anything fancy, right? That's why I told you it only contains meat, so you can eat it."

Yata didn't seem to care, he stood up with a spoon in his mouth and hurried back to the kitchen with a small pot.

"Sit down."

"......"

He stood there silently, but he suddenly sat down in front of Yata. There is also an electric rice cooker on top of the kotatsu. "Oh, it's still there. You're a cat-tongued person, so this is perfect." Fushimi reached under the kotatsu and stared at the plate for a while, then reached out a hand and began stirring the curry and rice with a spoon.

(Don't think that just worrying about food will cause you a lot of trouble.)

"You can't eat it without spoiling it, as usual."

While he was scolding him, Yata also started to put curry in his mouth again.

"Have you met the "Blue King"? Have you talked to him? He has a bad personality. First of all, the glasses seem to be insidious."

"Don't lump everyone with glasses together. I wear them too. That blue clothes isn't necessarily a villain, right? He is one of the Seven Kings, just like Suoh Mikoto."

"Idiot, he's completely different from Mikoto-san."

"In what?"

Fushimi looked up from his plate and asked, seriously questioning the immediate denial. Yata looked dumbfounded, as if he didn't expect to be asked, and then he began to speak vigorously.

"In what, you say? Mikoto-san has a man's way of life. They are clansmen who came together for their coldness. But being there, isn't it like getting a job? It's completely different, right?"

"We entered because we admire Mikoto-san."

"Huh? It's obvious, did you forget?"

He was really angry at Yata, who spoke with a simple face.

(You're the one who forgot. stupid. Bird head.)

"I want power... Saruhiko."

Even though he was saved by "Homra", if he could receive power, anyone would have been fine. Even if it wasn't Suoh Mikoto, if the person he knew at that time was the "Blue King", he would be fine.

"The "Blue King" said that he wants a concealed weapon user as a member of his clan."

He shoved the stirred curry into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and muttered (It's strangely bitter! You guys are really stupid putting this up.). Munakata said "I wouldn't mind having", he didn't say "I want it", but he probably wanted Yata to feel danger so he overdid it.

"I cannot believe it!"

Yata immediately expressed his anger.

"Ah, a concealed weapon user, is that about you?!"

"That's right." He answered as directly as possible.

"Hey, the "Blue King", he's smaller than I thought since he's envious of people. Well, even if he imitates us and looks for him somewhere, it won't be a big deal. As Homra members, Saruhiko, we're not going to lose to someone like that."

"Eh?"

He didn't understand how the story ended that way, and he went blank.

What happened? Something was terribly wrong. As he scooped the curry into his mouth, Yata was yelling incomprehensible complaints, laughing, but Fushimi couldn't understand what he was laughing at all.

It was boring. So he thought. He didn't remember having an interesting conversation with Yata recently. What did they talk about in the past? They used to talk endlessly about things like trying to shock the world. Thinking about it, now that he knows firsthand a world where there are "kings", he couldn't help but wonder where that omnipotence comes from... but, if he didn't like it, it had the power to destroy it, because there was such a thing, well, he had come to think that it was okay to live that way.

Yata's voice sounded like a dog's barking and it hurt his ears. A dog that lifts its nose wagging its tail, showing tricks and stroking it. He was completely satisfied with that kind of thing.

At that time, he had nothing he wanted to destroy.

It was boring.

"I'm sleepy."

He put a spoon in his mouth and stood up.

"Huh? You haven't eaten anything, right?"

"I don't want it. It's really bad."

"Hey, Saruhiko, don't say things like what everyone did is bad."

"What's wrong with saying it's bad? It doesn't matter who did it."

"You're a child?"

"Wait, what?"

Who said that he wanted to be an adult?

He hated even yelling and arguing. He clicked his tongue as Yata looked up with a puzzled look on his face and turned around.

As he put his foot on the attic ladder, "Ah, Saruhiko, Your PDA. Isn't that an email?" A vibrator hit the top of the kotatsu. Leaping down the ladder, grabbing the PDA with the momentum that made Yata jerk back, he went up to the loft.

The loft ceiling was too low for a bed, so he placed the rug directly on the floor and used it as a bed. Without changing his clothes, he turned to face the wall and climbed into the futon.

He looked at the PDA on the futon. In the dark, an email notification appeared on the standby screen, emitting a white light through his eyes. It looks like it's from someone who hasn't registered, so it's just a simple address, but it's an address he had an idea about.

Maybe it was because he was stuck in his head about what happened that day, so he somehow got excited and opened the content of the email.

Static electricity ran through his fingers, and for a moment he almost slipped the PDA.

The text was blank. There was no evidence that there was an attachment.

"That's how it is."

He cursed and deleted it.

"Hey, Saruhiko."

The stairs creaked behind him and he heard Yata's voice from the same height as the floor.

Fushimi decided to ignore him as he stared at the wall. He had come early. It has been like this for a long time. Even when he wants he to leave him alone, he talks to him without reading the background. No matter how many times he pushed him, he didn't back down.

"Come on. Turn this way, Saru."

He touched his shoulder and shook him. It was getting boring to keep getting angry, so he muffled his voice from inside the futon.

"Misaki, today..."

"Huh? Huh, what's up?" Yata's voice grew closer as he leaned forward with his elbows on the ground.

"I saw the front of that house."

"That house?"

What was he talking about? After hesitating...

"...I saw a ghost."

The coldness of that time returned faintly to the center of his body and he stiffened on the futon.

Yata swallowed hard. After a tense silence, Yata began to speak in an accelerated manner: "Ah... Is that house?! When Totsuka-san helped me pick mushrooms and went to the mountains, Kamamoto saw something in the house of the mountain we passed over and started making a fuss."

He clicked his tongue with all his might. Yata had not understood anything. "Eh? Sorry, are you talking about something else?" Yata said, but Fushimi lost the will to continue.

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