I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

Shinozaki Shiori was transported to the hospital accompanied by a conveyed orange noise. Orange noise was dying even while first aid was being given in the ambulance, and the expression on the face of the paramedics being treated was not fragrant. Regardless, it was clear that it was in a fatal state.

Still, the signs squeezed Orange Sound hands with both hands, and I could not help but pray that Orange Sound's life would be saved desperately.

A few minutes later, we arrived at one hospital. However, the hospital did not take on a patient named Orange Sound. Because there were many 'unlucky' seriously injured patients and there was a shortage of doctors who could operate. Therefore, orange noise was transported to another hospital.

The signs are in a hurry. If the orange noise dies as it is. But the orange noise 'unlucky' went on. Neither the next hospital, nor the next hospital, accepted orange noise, and the orange noise was turned around dying.

And at the fourth hospital, the orange noise was finally taken away. I was sent to the O.R. immediately and moved to surgery - by the way, there was a sudden power outage. Hospital electrical equipment will go down and lighting and equipment will be unavailable. Immediately switched to a spare power supply, which is now available to those on the equipment, but does not come with lighting. Scissors in a dark operating room, with a chance of success equal to 0.

And the surgery was interrupted by an orange noise cardiac arrest along the way and confirmed death. The orange noise that stopped moving from the operating room was supposed to appear in front of the signs.

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Mr. Kitty came out of the O.R. The blue-white face, the body that doesn't even move with Pickle, the more I touched it, the more horrible - it was cold. I can't feel the temperature at all that was lost more and more during the transport, but that remained slightly.

- He's dead.

I couldn't afford to just accept that fact, it felt more distracting than that. It feels like there's a hole in my chest, and I can't say anything stunningly. I fell into the feeling that my body was not my own.

"... I'm sorry, but we couldn't save him."

The doctor's words don't come into my ear either. I was just bluffing, staring at the tranquil death face of a colder tight lady.

Horse lights, not to say, but the brief three months I spent with Mr. Tight pass my brain. It was a really short time, a really short relationship, but every single one of them was shining in me. Unfaded, very important memories...... with Mr. Tight, memories.

"Um... go ahead"

A handkerchief was offered in front of me. When I turned my gaze, there was a doctor who looked at me with a sad look on his face, and I was in those eyes. I'm crying, I am.

"... that?

As I put my hand on my face, more and more overflowing tears wet my hand. Looks like he was crying without realizing it. Receive your doctor's handkerchief and wipe your tears. But it won't stop me at all.

"Oh, that? Haha... sorry... higu... why... gushu... eh...!

I wonder if it's because my body was in a feeling like it wasn't my own, when I was aware of the tears, my body slowly returns to its usual senses. Not until earlier. I got a whimper.

"Signs!"

"Shiori!

There, I heard footsteps running from behind and calling me. Looking back slowly, there was my father and mother. With a pressing look, he rushes to my sight.

"Ha... ha... sign, are you okay? The school contacted me and I was worried...!

"Are you hurt? He said he had a terrible eye... Huh!?

Your father and mother worry about me. I'm so glad, but... I couldn't even speak up to worry. But instead, your mother hugged me, and at once something in me decimated it.

The twitching black emotions in my chest overflowed all at once. With my, with my crying--

"Wow...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

My expression shivered. I can't stop crying. I'm sure he's making a pitiful cry. But I couldn't help it. Because Mr. Tight - he's dead. He's dead, which means I'll never see him again.

Morning greetings, too.

Eating lunch with us can also be

Sneaking up on each other in class.

Going to play after school, too.

No more - I can't.

Just three months. It was the shortest relationship I've ever had compared to a friend I've ever met. But I'm sure he was the most... important person in me. That's why I'm so sad. That's why I'm crying so hard.

"Ugh... ah...! Mr. Tight! Don't die......!! Why... why do you have to die...! What do you do with promises......!? Uh-oh!

In your mother's chest, she exhales a messed up emotion. There's no context, no connection back and forth, nothing. I just threw up what I thought. Remaining emotionally unstable, he continued to shed without stopping the unstoppable tears.

"Signs......"

Your mother hugged my body so hard. I can't see your face, but your mother's body was shaking, too. Your mother, too, was crying.

"Mr. Tight... saved me...! You risked your life and fought for me...! So! I... I didn't want your help if you were going to die!!

"Signs!!

From inside your mother's arms, a powerful arm pulled me. Suddenly, I turned forward in surprise. There was always a kind face there father looking at me with a serious look on his face.

"Signs...... you shouldn't just say that! He fought for you...! And in that battle he saved you! Don't deny his thoughts, courage, you saved him!!

"Huh!!

"You, live up to his share! Be happy! That's what I fought for you... his last wish."

Your father's words shocked me like I was beaten. In tears, I see a tight guy who doesn't move anymore. I slowly walked over and held my cold hand...

"Mr. Tight... Mr. Tight...! I'm all right... thanks to Kizuki, I'm glad you saved me...! Thanks...... thanks......!

Spinning words, I felt just a few holes filled in my chest.

To thank Kishinaga like this means to admit Kishinaga's death... maybe the people who lost their loved ones move on from here. Accept death, hold it tight and move on so that what the person left behind doesn't disappear.

And if you spend a long time holding what's left of the person, the presence of the person will fill a hole where the value, thoughts, is empty.

So this is my first step

…… ... this "

There was a fox face I gave you in the pocket of Mr. Tsubagi's school run. No way, did you have it all along? If so, I'm so... glad. It was worth the serious choice...... tough guy, you were happy......

Oh, well...

"You're an idiot. I... I can't believe I noticed it after I lost it..."

I wonder if he was too close. While I was spending time with Mr. Tight, I must have felt more comfortable next to Mr. Tight, and I didn't realize it because I'd been with him the whole time.

I don't know about Mr. Tight.

"Goodbye tough guy - I loved it...!

- I was liking it.

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That's what I've been doing for a while, and Mr. Kitty was transported to the spiritual peace room. Our Shinozaki family stayed at the hospital for contact with the survivors and various later procedures. Your father and mother were worried about me... but it's okay, if I cried forever, you'd laugh at me tightly.

While your father and mother were talking to the doctor, I left myself on the couch in the waiting room. It's already dark out there, it's been quite a while since then.

………

One person exhales looking at the ceiling. If I cried badly, it seemed pretty neat. I haven't been able to accept all of your deaths yet, but I think I've got enough room back to live my everyday life.

"... what shall we do from tomorrow"

On a good note, everyone who goes to and from school with me or eats lunch with me or plays with me was tight, because I was pretty alienated from everyone else...... awkward.

"eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh..."

- If it's hard to talk to you, you can talk to me. Look, I can talk to you like every day, okay?

In the end, they were just saying bad things rather than being talked about, but let's think about things, right? Tomorrow, when I go to school, I'll talk to someone. The boy... I guess I'll just stop him for a second. After what happened.

"Hehehe, you're awesome..."

Even if he dies, the tough guy in me inspires me. Really, I was perfect for Mr. Tight. It's kind of funny.

After waiting for a while, Nurse's sister rushed towards the doctor in a burst of haste. What's the matter with you?

"Let it go, Doctor! Orange knife, you!

"... what's wrong with him?

"Ha... ha... Tsubaki Orange Sound Your body - has disappeared!

Huh?

"What!? What do you mean......!?

"I don't know... after a few glances, the body disappeared!

Did Mr. Tight disappear?

"Eh... look, the body can't move on its own... it's got to be here somewhere, look!

"Yes!

Nurse's sister and doctor run with a harsh look. I dropped it off flashly.

At this time something strange was happening in my mind. Something is happening, something beyond our comprehension. Mr. Tight disappeared, saying this must be the beginning of something.

"Mr. Tight... where have you been...?

I muttered in a loud voice like no one could hear me.

This is the moment when orange noise disappears from this world. And it was the beginning moment when he would travel to another world and start a second life.

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"Hahaha! Nice, it's a form of pure love to feel good! This is why humans are funny!

There were no bright white walls, no floors, no ceilings, no windows, nothing. Just a certain presence laughed with pleasure in the bright white room.

Human, not. An out of common sense existence that takes human form, but is definitely not human. or (some) are concepts, or laws, or organisms, or nature, or the world, or something big, uncertain, omniscient, like what is also called God.

Such a presence is making one person laugh in the white room.

"Yeah, yeah, but well, I've lived this funny way, and you don't have to let him die easily. Besides, I like happy endings right now. Well, in about 3 seconds, you might be liking the bad end - so try harder... tight, huh?

She looks like a woman. The pale eyes stretching the habitual blue-black brunette to the area around the shoulder blade, giving the impression of a prank lover, looked somewhere far away at something.

White, thin, feminine fingers sweep across the sky. Then something changed at the tip of that finger. No, it's not something - the fate of orange noise has changed.

Death flips to life.

Life that ends beyond the world can continue.

"Come on, what will you do in that world?

I don't know if I can say her... but its presence lifts the end of her mouth with pleasure, shaking her body every bit.

There, beings other than that appeared. It was one girl who showed up. A 14-year-old girl with a crisp vibe. The glossy brunette, stretched to the back of her knee, is sassy and shaky.

"Are you (...) doing it again"

"Ooh... Er Michiko, it's been a long time"

"That's not the name."

"Because Sasako won't tell me."

"It's not Sasako. I don't think it's a good idea to have kids."

"Could it be Katakana?

Again, the girl who came is not a person, just like she was. Rather, it is the use of a presence like hers that was originally there, or the presence of a subordinate. When something happens that you have to take responsibility for, 'It's what the secretary did' and it's the existence of a standing position where responsibility is transferred.

"More than that, you (...) did something unsolicited again, didn't you?

"Oh, I brought every human back to life and sent him to another world."

"Do you think I'm allowed to do that? You've ruined every man's life before."

"Who wouldn't forgive me, I'm the strongest and the greatest, huh?

"It's me."

"Heh..."

A woman licks her tongue and stands up. The girl took a step, lagging behind, feeling something unpleasant.

But after that, the woman stood at some point. The girl's little shoulders are grabbed in a gasp. The woman's eyes were filled with shitty and suspicious light. Those eyes are like the eyes of a beast that has found its prey.

"What the hell are you going to do?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"I'm not a lucky child...... so what... hiccup!?

The woman licked the girl's ears permanently. The girl jumped her body freaking out at the feeling of her tongue crawling into its ear. Look at the woman as she tides her cheeks and suppresses her ears.

"Let's beg forgiveness for that body, at least with your service."

"Heh... heh...!

"Here you go."

That's what the woman said and attacked the girl. Then for a while, a girl's whisper continued to echo in the white space.

(Well... Orange Sounds, I'll do it this far - let's have some fun, shall we?)

The woman thought so with a pleasant grin.