"Fuaah…"
Slowly opening his eyes, Shido let out a lazy yawn and sat up on the bed, looking around.
The clock showed that it was just past six in the morning. The weak sunlight made the room appear sowhat dim. The walls, the desk, the swivel chair, and the other furniture all seed to be dyed in a gloomy shade, making Shido feel strangely oppressed, as if breathing had beco difficult.
"Where… is this?"
Looking at the room's furnishings in a daze, Shido could not help muttering. For so reason, it felt familiar, yet also carried an indescribable sense of wrongness.
Shido scratched his hair.
"I woke up early today. Mana should be getting ready for the kendo club. I should go make breakfast. Mio…?!"
His words cut off midway.
Like soone jolted awake, Shido's eyes widened. His body, however, froze as if he had been turned to stone.
"I-I am…"
A thin layer of sweat ford on his forehead. Shido hesitated with his mouth open, as if a hard stone had been stuffed inside it. It took great effort to bite through it and squeeze a few words from the depths of his throat.
"…Itsuka Shido."
The instant he spoke that na, Shido finally felt as though his feet had touched solid ground.
"That's right. I am Itsuka Shido. This is my ho. I'm in my room, on my bed."
As if trying to hypnotize himself, Shido pressed a hand to his face and repeated the facts aloud.
Even so, the indescribable sense of wrongness lingering in his heart would not fade.
He threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Ignoring the sticky cold sweat covering his body, he began rummaging through his bookshelf in his pajamas.
"This is the photo from Kotori's twelfth birthday. This is the photo from when I entered high school. This one is the group photo from when everyone went to the beach. This one is…"
As Shido flipped through the album, he recalled the contents of each photograph.
Rather than reminiscing about the past, it was more like he was arming himself. Ever since he used Michael to unlock the seal on his mories, Shido had felt as though the dam separating dreams from reality had cracked. Each ti he woke from a dream, the mories and emotions from within it would gradually stain Itsuka Shido's reality.
"I am the demon awakened beneath the crimson moon. This body bears the sins of mankind, and this blood runs with the evil of the world. Wrath that burns the heavens has forged my bones—now that I have awakened, I shall carve scars upon this ignorant world and bring down the hamr of judgnt! I am the avenger from the abyss—!" (TL: great friend with Kaguya lmao)
After pulling out his sealed black history and reciting it with force and conviction, Shido finally regained his own rhythm.
"Hah…"
Shido exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
(At this rate… things are going to get bad.)
Although the sha brought by his black history had driven away the discomfort caused by the dream, the dream's influence had indeed remained inside him, like a stain soaked into fabric that could not easily be washed away.
(If I keep having that dream… what will I beco?)
Thinking that, Shido swallowed, a bitter smile hanging on his face.
"But… I can't give up because of that."
If he gave up here, all the effort so far would be wasted. Instead of worrying endlessly, it would be better to think of so way to deal with it.
(Maybe… I should keep a diary?)
A sudden idea ca to Shido.
Although it might only provide a small amount of psychological comfort, if he recorded the things he experienced each day as "Itsuka Shido" and read them back, perhaps it would reduce the dream's influence a little.
With that thought, Shido took out a blank notebook and a pen, then began recording what had happened yesterday.
"Mm… yesterday was… the fifteenth, right? After waking up, Kotori got out of bed with a Candy Drop Kick…"
Knock, knock.
While Shido was in the middle of writing his diary, a soft knock ca from the door.
"Who is it?"
"Nushi-sama, it is Muku."
Mukuro's voice ca from outside.
"Ah, Mukuro. It's fine, co in. The door isn't locked."
"Then Muku shall intrude."
After hearing Shido's reply, Mukuro opened the door, looking sowhat nervous and worried.
"Nushi-sama, just now Muku heard strange sounds from within. Is all well?"
"Strange sounds?"
"Mm. Muku heard words such as 'demon,' 'judgnt,' and 'revenge.' Was there an enemy seeking to harm Nushi-sama?"
"—Ahem!"
Hearing Mukuro's words, Shido blushed and coughed twice before answering awkwardly.
"Sorry, that was just talking to myself a little. I'm sorry for worrying you."
"No matter. So long as Nushi-sama is unhard."
Mukuro shook her head. Then her gaze shifted curiously toward the notebook on the desk.
"Is Nushi-sama writing?"
"Ah, no, it's just a diary."
Shido smiled wryly and waved his hand.
"A diary?!"
Mukuro's eyes imdiately lit up, and she spoke with slight excitent.
"This is most excellent. Like Nushi-sama, Muku also has the habit of keeping a diary."
"You write a diary, Mukuro?"
Shido was a little surprised.
"Since coming to dwell in this place, Muku has enjoyed recording daily matters within a diary."
At this point, Mukuro could not help showing a happy smile.
"In doing so, when night deepens and the day draws to its end, Muku need only look back upon what was written to know how blessed she is. Then her heart becos free of worry, and she may sleep peacefully."
"I see. So there's that way of thinking too."
Shido could not help feeling admiration. Leaving everything else aside, simply setting aside ti to write a diary every day was already quite impressive.
"Mukuro's diary… I'm a little curious to see it."
Shido's casual remark made Mukuro's cheeks flush red.
"N-no! Nushi-sama must absolutely not read it!"
"I-I understand. A diary really isn't sothing you casually show others. Sorry, Mukuro."
Seeing Mukuro resist so strongly, Shido hurriedly clasped his hands and apologized. However, what Shido did not know was that Mukuro refused mainly because, aside from the diary itself, she often slipped in so very embarrassing pink colored fantasies.
Especially the kind that absolutely could not be shown to Shido.
"So long as Nushi-sama understands… Nushi-sama may continue writing. Muku shall rest here briefly and shall not disturb you."
Saying so, Mukuro quietly sat down on Shido's bed.
"Mm, got it."
Shido nodded, picked up his pen, and continued writing his diary.
(Well, like Mukuro said, since I'm writing a diary anyway, I may as well write it in a happier way.)
After hearing Mukuro's experience, Shido stopped using a dry, factual style and instead described yesterday's events in a more lighthearted manner.
Even so, one diary entry did not take very long. By the ti he put down his pen, only about fifteen minutes had passed.
(It's still this early… and I'm in charge of cooking today. Since I woke up early, I should prepare properly.)
"Sorry, Mukuro. I'm going to change clothes now. Could you wait outside for a bit?"
"W-wait a mont, Nushi-sama."
Just as Shido was about to go to the closet to take out his casual clothes, Mukuro suddenly tugged on his sleeve.
"What is it, Mukuro?"
He turned his head and asked Mukuro.
In that instant, Shido lost the ability to speak.
Mukuro was sitting on his bed in a duck-sitting posture, her legs folded beneath her. She had placed his pillow against her abdon, lifting the two big, soft breast above it and naturally forming a Y-shaped valley before Shido's eyes. (TL:peak female body~)
For Shido, who was looking down from above, it was a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
"Nushi-sama…"
Perhaps because she was shy, or perhaps for so other reason, Mukuro raised her head. A faint blush tinted her soft cheeks. Her gently parted cherry lips released a sweet, breathy voice, and her golden eyes gazed deeply at Shido like autumn water.
"Muku… has one request."
"W-what is it?"
Looking at the alluring Mukuro, Shido could not help swallowing.
(No, calm down, Itsuka Shido. You are devoted to Yutsuki. You are devoted to Yutsuki. You are devoted to Yutsuki. Besides, that kind of thing is still too early for Mukuro.)
"Please, by all ans, do it once with Muku…"
"N-no, Mukuro. You should value yourself more."
"The Spinning Candy Little Sister Killer Kick."
"…Huh?"
Hearing an extrely strange technique na pop out of Mukuro's mouth, Shido frowned in astonishnt.
"Mukuro… sorry, I think I don't really understand what's going on. Could you explain?"
"Of course."
Mukuro nodded. After taking a deep breath, she began to explain.
"Yesterday morning, Muku woke and stood by the window to feel the breeze. By chance, she saw Kotori deliver a kick to the sleeping Nushi-sama."
"Oh…"
"At first, Muku was greatly displeased. Even family should not use violence without care. Thus, after the eting, Muku privately argued with Kotori."
"Uh… and what did Kotori say?"
If he rembered correctly, Kotori had been wearing her black ribbons at the ti. Shido had a bad feeling.
"Kotori said, 'Shido is secretly a severe masochist who can feel pleasure from pain in a way ordinary people cannot understand. I only did that because I wanted Shido to have a pleasant morning.'"
"…"
The corner of Shido's eye twitched slightly. He sighed helplessly and said,
"Mukuro… there are so things Kotori says that you don't have to take seriously… really…"
"Mm. At first, Muku did not fully believe it either. But just now, Muku happened to glimpse Nushi-sama's diary, in which it was written that yesterday's events were very happy."
"Uh—"
Shido was instantly speechless. He had never expected that the person digging this pit would turn out to be himself.
"Today's Nushi-sama watch over is divided into shifts. Muku is responsible for the early morning. She had been looking forward to waking Nushi-sama, but matters did not go as wished. Would Nushi-sama be willing to oblige Muku and help fulfill this small wish?"
"This… all right."
Under Mukuro's pure and innocent gaze, Shido looked deeply troubled, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
And so…
"Nii-sama, the sun has climbed high, and noon draws near. Wake! Wake!"
"Mm… it's still early… let sleep a little longer."
"If Nii-sama insists on sleeping so greedily… then Muku… has no choice but to use this final asure."
"Co…"
"Certain kill—Spinning Candy Little Sister Killer Kick!"
"—Pugah!!!"
…
Diary:
February 16th, Friday, clear weather.
This morning, through a series of strange coincidences, Mukuro asked to let her wake up with the "Spinning Candy Little Sister Killer Kick," even though I was already awake…
(Note: Mukuro's kicking power is a little stronger than Kotori's.)
Original author's PS: I originally intended to write a more serious plot, but sohow it turned into dumb cody while I was writing… What exactly am I doing? (questioning life.jpg)
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