Lonely Rock for the Blind.

The Lonely Rock Shark Cucumber of the Blind

Nekoyashiki Haru, male, 17 years old, dropped out of school to join a band, is blind, drinks a little alcohol but never smokes, likes to draw, although he's terrible at it...

He returned to Shimokitazawa after many years, only to find that he had completely lost his sight.

Fortunately, a magical pink soft creature led the way, preventing them from losing their lives in front of the treacherous stairs.

Thus began my life as a staff member at a livehouse called "Starry Night".

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When I'm sleeping... I always feel like someone is saying strange things in my ear.

Yellow: You don't need to try anymore, little cat, I'll always be by your side.

Blue: Let's stay friends. It seems like I can't live without you.

Red: I'll snatch it away from you, so please wait a little longer.

Pink: Thank you... thank you for looking at me, I will repay you for the rest of my life... but if you don't accept me, I'll go to $^^o$+ (a voice with unclear meaning).

What will my ending be like...?

Haru, the cat, couldn't help but think that she seemed to be more than just herself in her home.

Volume 1: If Fantasy Side Story

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1: All characters are extremely out of character (OOC), purely a product of my boredom.

2: Low-moral behavior may occur, resulting in distorted products.

3: Warning for artsy types.

4: It has no connection with the main text.

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Kita Ikuyo 1

This world line has changed: Haru Nekoyashiki is now a blind child in an orphanage.

Kita Ikuyo gains the following effects: {Enhanced libido} {Lack of self-love} {Avarice/abnormality} {Extremism} {Enhanced possessiveness}

Nekoyashiki Haru gains the following effects: {Reduced alertness} {Numbness}

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The first time I saw him was in winter.

Unusually, it rained that day.

It should snow on a winter's day, not rain, shouldn't it?

Kita Ikuyo has always felt that way.

Therefore, she never carries an umbrella in winter.

A sixth-grade student once told me that winter is the end of the four seasons.

So many, so many.

Many beautiful things will shrink back into the soil, or freeze to death in the unseen and intangible, but perceptible, winter.

Kita Ikuyo always thought that there would be nothing beautiful outside in winter.

I've always believed that, until today.

The boy sat blankly on the bench, his eyes filled with yellowish-green light.

He was wearing a shirt that should have been white, but it was covered in paint stains.

It could be described as colorful, but it definitely has nothing to do with dazzling colors.

In the rain, he looked as delicate as a flower being battered by raindrops.

Pat-pat.

I couldn't take my eyes off Kita Ikuyo, who was under the eaves of the convenience store.

He raised his face, his broken purple eyes gazing blankly at the sky. Raindrops hit his eyes, then flowed down his cheeks as tears.

He can't see.

At that moment, Kita Ikuyo suddenly understood what was going on.

So this time, on the same day.

She rummaged through all the spare change in her pockets and then went into the convenience store.

Under the indifferent gaze of the convenience store clerk, she bought an umbrella.

Then she walked toward the boy in the distance.

As he got closer, Kita Ikuyo was able to see his face clearly once again.

And so very long…

His pale skin possessed a sickly, almost broken beauty. A few specks of paint splattered on his face, the same paint as on his clothes. His long, flowing black hair, wet with rain, clung to his cheeks. Kita Ikuyo's heart clenched inexplicably. She slowly walked to the boy's side, opened her umbrella, and shielded him from the falling raindrops.

The boy seemed to sense someone beside him, turned his head in confusion, and stared silently at Kita Ikuyo with his broken purple eyes.

Just kidding, he can't watch.

It was as if they were locked in a pitch-black box, and the beauty of the outside world, all tangible things, were shut out by those purple eyes.

Kita Ikuyo suddenly felt very sorry for him.

How pitiful! In that case, we won't be able to see anything beautiful at all.

"Hello…"

The boy's voice was flat.

This is clearly the kind of person I am, someone who has been rejected by all the other beauties in the world.

Why…

"Hello…"

Kita Ikuyo looked at the boy with trembling lips, slowly reaching out a hand and then stroking the boy's cheek.

How come you're still so beautiful?

"…What?"

The boy's voice was tinged with doubt, and Kita Ikuyo shook her head.

"It's nothing, I just said something strange, didn't you see?"

Kita Ikuyo asked.

"Yes, I can't see."

The boy's voice remained flat.

"My name is Kita Ikuyo, what's yours?"

"Nekoyashiki Haru".

Why don't you go find shelter from the rain?

Kita Ikuyo sat down next to Nekoyashiki Haru, ignoring the soaked bench.

"...It feels quite comfortable..."

As Nekoyashiki Haru spoke, she reached out to catch the raindrops falling from the sky.

"Shape...temperature, I could feel it the instant it touched me, even if it was just a tiny bit."

"... "

Kita Ikuyo pursed her lips.

Do you like drawing?

"I used to like it a lot."

"Nekoyashiki Haru said."

"now what?"

Kita Ikuyo squinted her eyes.

"Now…"

Nekoyashiki Haru fell silent.

Don't you like it?

Kita Ikuyo's feet lightly touched the ground.

"Someone told me that in winter, all beautiful things disappear."

Whether it exists or not is meaningless to me.

"I know... you were rejected."

Kita Ikuyo looked at the ground and said.

"What are you doing here again? If it's just out of curiosity about me, shouldn't it have been satisfied by now?"

Nekoyashiki Haru gave him the order to leave.

"You can go back now, take your umbrella, go home, take a shower, and have a good night's sleep."