I want to be a faded person for life

I want to be a faded person for life

by zovoland

Project Description:

Returning the notebook led to the accidental death of Takamatsu Deng. Xiangzi committed suicide out of guilt, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself at Houwang Chapel.

Shoko Toyokawa: I want to bring the light back to its original world!

Takamatsu Deng: I will use gravity magic to capture everyone back.

Melina: Well, I'm really not Wakaba Mu.

The hardcore version of Ave+Mujica is gathered here, so...we agreed to be faded people for life.

——Even if the unicorn runs away, please become the king of Bandoli.

(The character settings are more based on the Mygo period. I don’t know what the hen card and the persimmon are...)

The tattered doll chasing spring

Chapter 1: Afterimage of Spring

"I wish you happiness."

The girl named Toyokawa Shoko had countless regrets in her short life, but choosing to refuse the note handed to her by Deng was undoubtedly the worst.

When she saw the familiar notebook in a pool of blood on the TV news, her soul died along with the silhouette of Haruhi.

The water-stained suicide note was filled with repetitive sentences.

"I'm sorry, I ...—"

The rope tightened and dug into my skin, and severe pain radiated from my neck.

The girl's weight was pressing on her own trachea, and she felt like her head was about to explode.

There was a sharp buzzing in her ears, and the things that made her head swell were irritating her eardrums and eyeballs.

Overflowing tears blurred my vision, and chaotic memories began to emerge.

“I didn’t cry that day.

It is the light that walks gently with me...

please

Please stay like this forever

Don’t leave my side…”

The familiar melody was a little distorted, as if it was played through low-quality headphones. It kept ringing in her increasingly aching head, and mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms, it gradually faded away to the end of the sky.

I'm sorry, I—

Shoko Toyokawa wanted to grit her teeth and say something, but the lack of oxygen to the brain and suffocation did not allow her to do so.

Then she regretted it again.

Why did I choose to commit suicide by hanging?

The eyes will not bulge out, and the tongue will not stick out. Such a death must be very ugly, right?

Maybe I should choose a more decent and dignified one...

At least at the end of life, I must hold on to what is left——

His body began to struggle uncontrollably. He used his hands to pull at the rope that was cutting into his flesh, and his legs kicked weakly a few times.

After a futile struggle, the girl's consciousness stopped here.

So, a guy named Shoko Toyokawa died in this low-rent housing.

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The lake-colored starlight connects the starry sky and the ocean, and also connects to the dilapidated ancient European chapel.

If I remember correctly, Deng seemed to like stars very much. She even applied for an annual pass to the planetarium and went there to lie down for an hour every week.

"If the light were here, it would be such a surprise..."

Wait, wasn't I dead?

Shoko Toyokawa sat up in confusion. She subconsciously touched her neck, but it was only smooth and there were no marks or other signs.

There was no cough or headache, and the memory of death seemed like a dream that was not real enough.

I put my hand on my soft chest and my heart beat a little faster, but this is normal. Everyone who wakes up from a nightmare will have this feeling.

"It turned out to be a dream?"

Shoko Toyokawa was feeling very complicated at this moment. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and for a moment she was afraid to open them.

If everything that just happened was a dream, then what is real and what is fake?

The girl remembered the text about butterflies and men that her teacher had asked her to read in her Chinese class at Yuqiu.

Could it be that I am actually lying on the desk right now, or even on the damn customer service desk?

This thought made Shoko Toyokawa stiffen all over. A series of dreadful words popped up one after another, such as being scolded for sleeping on the job, having wages deducted, being fired, and demanding wages.

But none of this matters. If all this is a dream, then the most important thing must be—

Deng, is she still alive now?

Thinking of this, her chaotic thoughts finally calmed down, and the blue-haired girl slowly opened her light golden eyes.

What she didn't notice was that the color of her eyes, which had been with her for more than ten years, had dimmed a lot and turned a little gray.

What comes into view is an old and dilapidated Gothic building.

An unknown bronze statue, a dusty red carpet with golden stripes, nameless yellow weeds growing from the cracks in the floor tiles, and collapsed and scattered wooden tables, chairs, and bookshelves.

For Ms. Shoko Toyokawa, whose aesthetic taste tends towards "dark and deep fantasy", such retro and authentic Gothic architecture is naturally right in her strike zone.

If it could be paired with a bright black and red dress, a mask, or a ball-jointed dress-changing doll, it might completely correspond to the stage scene she had imagined.

If she were the more relaxed self in the past, she might have felt excited about being in such an environment, but she really wasn't in the mood to do so now.

"Am I actually not awake yet?"

Xiangzi pinched his arm, then squeezed hard, then pinched his face, and finally bit himself cruelly.

The taste is soft and cool, like biting into a large piece of refrigerated jelly.

"Wow!"

She screamed in pain, and a reddish-white tooth mark appeared on her slender right arm.

So this is definitely not a dream!

To be honest, Miss Toyokawa Shoko, who was born as a middle school student, had also fantasized about fantasy things such as reincarnation in another world and adventures of a brave hero at some point in the past.

But now, after being severely tortured by reality, the first thing she could think of was pranks, kidnapping or something even worse.

Thinking of this, Shoko Toyokawa immediately turned her head and looked around fiercely, trying to find the photographer or video camera hiding in the dark.

But then again, if it was a prank, the cost to the other party was really too high...

After all, she was once the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family and had experience in various jobs. Xiangzi could tell at a glance that the red carpet on the ground was made of exquisite materials and fine workmanship, and the surrounding ruins were also real, without any of the cheap feeling unique to film and television props.

If this is really a prank, then the crew that plays tricks on themselves should at least be able to shoot a new version of Finger O King or Harry Potter.

Am I really worthy of being targeted by these people when I have been expelled from my family?

Feeling very confused, Xiangzi continued to observe the surrounding environment, and finally she discovered the presence of another person in a corner of the room.

Normally, it doesn't make sense that it takes so long to confirm that there are other people around.

But in the few minutes from the time Xiangzi woke up until he screamed in pain just now, the other party did not move or make any sound. He was as quiet as a statue in a chapel, which made Xiangzi ignore the other party's existence.

The person was wearing an old reddish-brown robe and a whitish flat-top hat. Judging from her figure, she should be a young woman.

She sat against the wall with her head tilted in a relaxed position.

The other person's posture made Xiangzi feel uncomfortable instinctively, but the completely unfamiliar environment still made her muster up the courage to speak first.

"that..."

There was no response, and the other party still maintained that strange posture.

"Excuse me, where is this..."

Xiangzi slowly approached, but after seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he immediately took a few steps back with a pale face.

The woman's face looked like a Westerner, with blonde hair and was young and beautiful, but at this moment her face was pale and her gray pupils had long been dilated. It was obvious that she had been dead for a long time.

The clothing on her chest showed signs of being pierced by a sharp object, and a large amount of dried blood had stained her outer robe red.

This is definitely not a movie prop but a real corpse.

"Dead...dead?"

Xiangzi fell to the ground and almost vomited. The tragic scene that came to her face instantly reminded her of the pool of blood on the railway tracks and the red-soaked notebook.

She seemed to be running away from some invisible ghost, and fled in panic towards the light-transmitting door of the chapel.

The rotten wooden door had been in disrepair for a long time, and it collapsed with thick dust when Xiangzi pushed it.

The girl lost her balance and fell to the ground, rolling several times along the stairs. Her knees and calves, which were exposed outside her skirt, were immediately bruised in several places.

But Xiangzi couldn't care less about all these things now. She only felt a sense of emptiness under her body, followed by a strong sense of weightlessness. In panic, she instinctively grabbed a protruding rock and only then did she have time to figure out her current situation.

The extremely open space below has made her completely sober.

Now she was on a steep cliff, and the majestic chapel was built on the top of the dangerous mountain.

This isolated stone mountain was nearly a thousand meters high, surrounded by surging sea water. A few pebbles rolled down from her head and disappeared on the rugged reefs on the sea surface.

After trying several times, Xiangzi, who was a little exhausted, realized that it was impossible for her to climb back to the cliff bank by relying on her arm strength. What was worse was that the stone supporting her weight seemed to have become loose.

Her broken knee rubbed against the stone wall and it hurt. After all, why was she trying so hard to save herself?

Let go and just fall.

She heard someone saying this to her.

By now, isn't it time to distinguish reality from reality? Perhaps those who have just woken from sleep will confuse dreams with real memories in the aftermath of that moment, but this fragile haziness will fade away with time like the tide.

The guilt and sadness that seemed to be drowning Toyokawa Shoko were not false. The more she breathed, the more she was certain of this. The more pain she felt from the wound, the more she could no longer deceive herself.

Say something to comfort yourself. This way of dying is at least more dignified than hanging yourself.

So she gradually loosened her fingers.

The feeling of weightlessness made my heart skip a beat, just like the nightmares I often had as a child of falling from a great height.

The scene above the cliff was rapidly disappearing. The intense pain lasted only a moment, and she felt herself shattered into countless small pieces.

The fragmented pain condensed into a tiny point, and the surrounding sea water grew warm.

......

The starlight was still as blue as the lake, pulling her consciousness out of the warm golden ocean.

The touch beneath my body became hard and cold again, and when I touched it with my fingers, it felt a bit like a flat old stone slab.

"..."

The pain disappeared abruptly, like a movie whose progress bar was being dragged forward arbitrarily.

The huge contrast between the past and the present made her feel like vomiting.

Xiangzi opened his eyes numbly and saw the half-ruined Gothic dome that was leaking light, weeds growing under the floor tiles, collapsed wooden frames and the body of a woman leaning against the wall.

The wound on my knee disappeared as if nothing had happened.

She returned to her original chapel.

Xiangzi slowly turned over and then lay on the ground without moving.

Never mind, it's fine anyway...

A few hours, or maybe a few days, I don’t know how much time has passed.