Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 6 Mini Fujiang
What's it like to keep a Fuchsia clone in your desk?
It doesn't feel good; the clones are very clingy.

The bad news is that from the start of class, Uta Kasyapa's left hand has been kept in the drawer for her to hold.

Good news, the split entity also knew that it couldn't make a sound and cause trouble, so it just kept rubbing against Uta Kasyapa's fingers.

At the same time, Uta Kassapa also discovered a problem: Fukue's clones could actually maintain a miniature size, small like a Thumbelina.

As soon as school was over, Uta Kasaya refused Higashi Mutsaburo's invitation to walk home together, carefully and quickly stuffed Mini Fukue into his pocket, and ran out of the classroom like a gust of wind.

"Tsk, love makes people blind~"

Watching Uta Kasaya leave quickly, Higashi Mutsu Saburo assumed that he was going to apologize to Fukue, which is why he rushed out of the classroom.

On the bus, Utada Kassapa's left hand, tucked into his pocket, made the pocket bulge noticeably, as if he was afraid that someone might accidentally crush the mini Fukue on the crowded bus.

Rushing into the house, Uta Kassapa quickly closed the bedroom door and took the mini Fue out of his pocket.

"Kasyapa~ Hold me~"

With a voice as sweet as Fukie's, but slightly high-pitched, a naked mini-Fukie sat on the table, facing Uta Kasyapa and opening her arms for him to hug her.

Uta Kassapa gazed at the miniature Fue, who was exactly the same as Fue, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Kasyapa~ Kasyapa~ Hug me~"

Looking at the unusually clingy mini Fue on the table, Uta Kassapa was in a dilemma.

He wasn't a born killer, let alone the psychological pressure he would have to deal with a twisted mass of flesh and a living, intelligent being—the difference is enormous.

Mini Fue noticed Uta Kasyapa's predicament, and a hint of sadness flashed across her face as she slowly lowered her arm, her small body gradually shrinking into a ball.

Uta Kassapa sighed. Just then, a heavy rain began to fall, and a strong wind blew through the window onto Mini Fukie, making her naked body shiver.

Seeing this, Uta Kassapa quickly found a clean, soft towel and carefully wrapped it around her. Mini Fukie's face showed a comfortable expression.

Uta Kassapa sat in a chair, looking at the mini Fue on the desk, rubbing her cheek against a soft towel with a look of enjoyment.

The little guy's expressions were undoubtedly much richer than Fu Jiang's.

After getting used to the feel of the towel, Mini Fue looked longingly at Uta Kasyapa.

They stared at each other silently for a while, listening to the rain outside the window.

Let's wait for the rain to stop. We'll start working on it once the rain stops. Now...
Consider it end-of-life care.
After convincing himself, Uta Kasyapa gently placed his finger in front of the miniature Fukue.

Looking at her fingers, which were almost as wide as her own body, Mini Fujang chuckled happily like a child.

She peeked halfway out from under the towel, the cool breeze making her shiver, but she still reached out her small hand and placed it on Uta Kasyapa's fingers, guiding his fingers to follow her into the towel.

After adjusting her fingers and pressing the gaps in the towel to make sure no wind could get in, Mini Fujang leaned against it with a satisfied look, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Kasyapa~Kasyapa"

Fue truly is a combination of beauty and allure. Looking at the mini Fue's affectionate way of clinging to her, Uta Kasyapa couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness in his heart.

He raised his right hand and gently rubbed her hair, which brought a satisfied laugh from the little one.

"hey-hey."

The delicate touch, just like Fu Jiang's hair, brushed against her shoulder, and the warm, porcelain-like feeling came from her fingertips.

In the quiet stillness, Mini Fujiang had fallen into a deep sleep.

Looking at the little guy nestled in the towel, close to his hand, occasionally letting out a snore, a smile unconsciously appeared on Uta Kasaya's lips.

The heavy rain continued to fall. Uta Kasyapa slowly withdrew his finger and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself.

Just as he was about to finish preparing dinner, he suddenly caught a glimpse of oatmeal in the corner of his eye.

After thinking for a moment, Uta Kassapa found a plate, soaked the oatmeal, crushed it with a spoon, and then carried it to the dining room.

Mini Fue grabbed a towel with each hand like she was clutching a blanket, and peeked out to watch Uta Kasyapa come out after preparing dinner.

He placed the dish containing the crushed oatmeal on the desk, just as Uta Kassapa was pondering what to find as tableware for her.

Mini Fujang climbed out of the towel on its own, sticking its butt out, and climbed onto the plate. Seeing this, Uta Kasyapa quickly got up and closed the window.

The little guy took a sip of milk and oatmeal and let out a satisfied sigh.

However, her posture was not very elegant, so Uta Kassapa dared not look at her for long. After all, miniature as she was, little Fue had everything she should have.

Enjoying dinner in silence, Uta Kassapa looked at the mini Fue who had stained him with milk, and a thought popped into his mind.

White Tiger is also a cat.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Uta Kassapa fetched hot water, took out a tissue, and lifted Mini Fue into the bowl to wash her body.

After Mini Fue finished washing, Uta Kassapa carefully dried the water stains off her body with a tissue. During the process, the little one would always let out a burst of innocent laughter whenever she was touched.

However, the rain eventually stopped. As the last raindrops fell, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

On the desk, Mini Fujiang, who had simply made herself a little white dress out of tissue paper, was happily dancing ballet.

"Kasyapa, is it beautiful?"

Uta Kassapa looked down at the little guy on the table and forced a smile.

"nice."

Mini Fue seemed oblivious to Utakayo's emotions until she finished her last move, at which point she gracefully bowed in farewell.

"Kasyapa, take me out to see your courtyard."

"Tomorrow, I'll take you there tomorrow."

Mini Fujiang smiled and looked up at him as she spoke softly.

"Let's do it today, Kasyapa~"

In the silent exchange of glances, Uta Kasyapa smiled and nodded with a complicated expression.

Then, carrying Mini Fujang, they went to the yard. The damp grass smelled of earth, and Mini Fujang leaned against Utakayo's chest.

"Kasyapa."

"Ok?"

"It's getting late. After you put me in, go back and rest."

"."

Uta Kasyapa remained silent.

"Hurry up, it's just an emergency. Call me if you miss me, I'm right next door~"

Upon hearing this, Uta Kasyapa glanced at the neighboring Fue family, and after a long while, he got up, carried her to the stove.

Clang.

The sound of the furnace being turned on reached my ears, and Mini Fue slowly stepped down from Uta Kasyapa's palm.

Give me the lighter.

Uta Kassapa's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but he still managed to suppress his emotions and took out his lighter to hand it over, looking at the miniature Fue that was not much bigger than the lighter.

"Quickly close it and go back~"

Looking at Mini Fujiang, who turned her back to him, tore off her little white dress, and used both hands and feet to move the charcoal fire next to him, staining her fair body dirty.

Uta Kassapa watched her small figure from behind, and his heart clenched.

Gritting his teeth, Uta Kasyapa closed his eyes and slowly turned off the stove, then walked into the house without looking back.

However, sitting on the sofa, Uta Kasaya's mind would always be filled with the image of Mini Fukie, weak and powerless, yet determined to carry the charcoal.

Just then, a flash of light suddenly appeared through the crack in the stove.

It was so glaring in the dark courtyard.

Wow!

Uta Kassapa could no longer bear the torment in his heart, and suddenly flung open the door and rushed into the courtyard.

Bang!

With a sudden pull, the stove was turned on, and looking at the charcoal burning fiercely around her, she lay quietly in the center with her eyes closed, her brows furrowed in pain but she remained silent.

The flames licked her hair, making a sizzling sound.

The scorching heat made her clench her teeth and frown uncontrollably. A sudden loud noise above her head, like a thunderclap, startled her awake. She looked up at Uta Kasyapa, who occupied her entire field of vision.

"Kasyapa."

In a panic, he brushed aside the burning charcoal and grabbed Mini Fue in his hand.

Seeing her body, which was scorched black by the flames, Uta Kassapa felt a pang of pain in his heart. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he rushed her into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Fu Jiang, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

The scene was like hell, filled with flames; the skin stung; and Uta Kasyapa's eyes were bloodshot.

“Baga.”

(End of this chapter)