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!!s+3jnIPglLK 04/09/12(Mon)16:44 No.18641497``I’m no monster! Who the hell do you think I am!? Hey, you know, wanna play?``
‘’…’’
The voice of the boy is buried beneath the screaming wind of the storm, snow pummeling his lithe form mercilessly as he try to keep warm by hugging himself, yet there he stand, tall and as proud as a boy can be, even if his body jitter against his will.
They’re voices, small, childlike, innocent, carefree even in this storm, the boy and the girl are both collected, she’s playful, and her name is Avina.
You’ve seen this before.
Seen it so much time you know exactly what’s going to happen.
``Hehehe! Siggy it is, follow me now, y’see, I’m older, so I lead!``
The Yukiwarashi lead you by the hand as her form skate gently on the ground, the boy is no doubt warm, filled by unnatural protection as she work her magic, a small whispering tune accompanying the two of them as they disappears amidst the trees and raging snow. There a bit of shock, your attention to the scene wavers but then.
``Ooooooi!``
Everything repeats, looping back to the very start, the boy, you, is back in the snow, freezing and now talking with the Yukiwarashi.
But this isn’t all, no; you MUST remember everything about this young girl who accompanied your young self during a short, but eventful, week.
The scene repeat, but your own memories continue, you can’t move, you entire self is ephemeral, but you concentrate, scrub the tar on your souvenir, you felt something very strong when you saw that impersonator, that thief. And yet, somehow, it feels like you aren’t the only one looking at this repeating event, this loop, but it’s also impossible for any other to spy on you, at least that how it should be. >cont |