Only with Your Heart

When Chizuru had finished telling everything, the clock had already pointed to 2 a.m. and the noise in the apartment, which had been heard by the people, was completely quiet.

"Ugh... wah..."

The dance, throwing the pillow he had beside him, was tiding his cheeks with excitement. I wish my drowsiness had disappeared a long time ago. "Ho, really...? Didn't you have weird dreams because of the book I lent you?

"Yeah. Sometimes I think I wish it was really a dream,"

Smiling unceasingly, half of it was a lie, half of it true, Chizuru answered.

I've never thought that the time I spent with Ruklov would have been a dream. But when I came back to the original world alone, and my grandmother died, and I had to go back to my normal routine, whether or not... For example, when I put someone like Chief Tanzawa in front of me, I sometimes wonder how easy it would have been if everything had been a dream.

"When I read the book Dance lent me, I kind of couldn't stay or stand, and I really wanted you to hear it."

"Ugh, yeah."

"What I've been silent about... I'm sorry. But I thought you'd never believe me."

In fact, the dance didn't seem to swallow Chizuru's story yet.

She is blinking with two cute eyes that are clear even when she removes makeup. I know exactly how that feels, and that's why I've kept this story a secret, even to her, my best friend, until today.

No matter how much fun it is in a novel, there are plenty of harsh realities of a vivid world if that is presented as reality in front of you. Accepting that, if not too much fun, was not a dream story.

"I believe you... I believe in sincerity. I wouldn't have believed it if someone else had said it, but I can believe it if it's Chizu's word."

The voice of the dance, which leaked after a while, sounded uncertain as she tried to tell herself, but still did not lie. Chizuru lowered his shoulder, which was relieved and stiff.

"Thanks. Listen to me."

It's not like I'm thanking you.

"Yeah, but I'm glad you believe me"

"Um, well, but come on..."

What I wanted to say, too much to ask, the dance was taking the time to choose the next word as I looked up at the ceiling. "I'm sure Mr. Ruklov liked it a lot. I don't know what's going on after Chizu disappeared."

To the honest feeling of the dance, Chizuru felt his stomach shrink all the time.

"I don't know... Maybe you just forgot about me."

"You're an idiot, you know you're lying like that."

"He wasn't feminine, but he was hot. The women over there were all very stylish. Maybe I was just dealing with them because I was a little different and funny."

It was also something Chizuru feared somewhere in his heart while he was in the other world.

I don't know what to say, but I think Chizuru was taken care of by Luklov and the rest of us. But that may only be because of the mission that Thousand Cranes was carrying, and as for Ruklov... because Thousand Cranes happened to be rare, I was wondering if something like an obsession born of curiosity just sprouted and grew into a form that resembled affection.

As much as I wanted to suspect it that way, Lufrov was taking care of Thousand Cranes.

It's as if it doesn't seem real.

It may also be a strange story to try to separate events in different worlds from reality, from unreality.

"That's impossible. I didn't actually see it, but definitely not. I think it really felt more intense to talk about everything modestly."

Dance denied the stray of Thousand Cranes in a clear tone.

"Ugh... That's..."

If you recall, he wasn't called 'The Horseman of Fiery' because of Dada or insanity.

Even though he was usually calm and cold enough, once it was a battle, he leopardized violently as if he were a fierce fire licking up the dry earth. That's the same for love, I thought you were a cold person who wasn't so interested in women, but to Chizuru...

"Yes, maybe..."

Several memories crossed the back of his brain, heating the cheeks of a thousand cranes.

Suddenly the temperature rises to the core of the body. He can heat a thousand cranes from so far away. As much, he was someone who could be fierce at times.

"Oh, well. That was tough."

The dance, whining so much as he realized, stood up, trying to sit on his knees right next to the thousand cranes. "So, what do you want to do with Chizuru? You want to keep remembering this? Or over there... you want to go home?

Leaning closer, it smelled good from the neck of the dance.

Sure, it's the same eau de cologne that I've been using since I was in high school, smelling like soap. It's understated, but sweet, I miss it.

For some reason he felt backwards, and Chizuru laid his eyes down.

"He wants to go home... I think. Now that your aunt's dead, the reason you're back here is gone... and, of course, I miss seeing you dance."

After a moment of silence, the dance "soaked" and spilled again pompously.

"Yeah, I know. I think so, perhaps, even in my usual position. Of course, I don't like being unable to see my family. But"

But.

But that means you're going to like someone.

Loving someone means sometimes having greater power than all of that. Dance, as a woman, I guess you know how it feels. Neither of us said anything more, but in the back of our minds we understood each other.

"... the question is how to get home. I heard that 'voice' because there wasn't a particular place, a situation, that kind of thing?

"Yeah, not at all. It's always sudden, it feels like it's coming all the way into my head."

"Was that the woman's voice?

"Hmm, I could take that, and I was wondering if you were a man... your voice and tone felt so neutral. Something like a voice changing machine through a microphone. Yeah, it might have felt a little unrealistic, unnatural."

"Hmmm..."

Time was past two in the morning, but we were both blind.

Chizuru was remembering the strange 'voice' that called him to that other world. In the summer of his third year of high school, he continued to hear the kind of voice he was called upon to call on a few times before being called to another world. And a year ago, in the other world, I heard Voice again asking if I wanted to come back here.

In the original world, not much about my grandmother, who led me to my missing granddaughter, who made heart disease worse.

I was told that the only chance I could go home was now, and Thousand Cranes thought of my only flesh parent, my grandmother, and accidentally shook her head vertically...... at that time of fate.

Luklov didn't even have time to say goodbye.

"... I've never heard that 'voice' since. But, but, you know, I can't help but feel like there's no way it's gonna end like this. Maybe that's just what I hope, but"

But I can't forget.

Last time I saw him, his uncut eyes.

I don't want it to be a memory.

The last time I spoke, give me that too kind kiss.