The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Consciousness seems loose, and that alone recognizes that this is the dream.

... Again?

Ever since I was reincarnated into another world, I've often dreamed of old things as dreams.

Does dreaming mean you can't see deep sleep, so you haven't slept shallow since you were reincarnated? Or do vampires just dream good?

I know it's a dream, so there's nothing surprising about the view in front of me.

A room where all things usually exist, but isolated from the outside world.

You can never set foot on the other side of the iron lattice, just a presence allowed to breathe only here. That was me back then.

I feel terribly nostalgic air and see the same thing I see in my dreams.

"I don't like it. Don't look so"

You're looking at me, aren't you?

"It's a beautiful act with emotions for a living to stare at a dead person, but isn't it a terrible thing for a dead person to look at a living person? He's also my ancestor."

"Ha. Really?"

Both my words and the other's are predetermined. [M] Because this is about a past that has already passed.

A living person on the other side of the iron lattice has only a proven track record and strength to be allowed to live in a house of nine-noise. His name is Jiuyin Aoya.

What she wears in her memory is a japanese garment that can be described as colorful. A shaker with colorful flowers, so glossy that you no longer know what color is the tone, your eyes hurt.

Wearing such Japanese clothes, she puts together an atmosphere that is like standing in a flower garden.

Ringing the two bells on the brunette to rub them in pieces, she added a blade to the flower in her hand.

Every time a thin finger moves, it drops something that doesn't need a blade. The flowers that were thus shredded from what was unnecessary were placed in the position they should have taken on her, and eventually became one piece.

It just shows to me that it's beautiful, but I'm sure that's something everyone appreciates.

She put the finished piece aside and smiled.

"What do you think? It's hard to show my art to one, isn't it?

"I don't know about the flower path. Besides, I'm a dead man, so I don't think I'm going to say what I think."

"Ri, right"

In her eyes she laughs when she dulls, she has no aversion. A strange man.

Many of the people who come here see me as contemptuous. To make sure I don't want this to happen, I'm going home.

The few people who come here see me as pitiful. I'm more heartbroken than I am for some reason that this has happened, and I'm still going home.

She is neither of them. Less than a minority.

Whether it's on a whim or not, I visit my cabin like this many times, and I go home alive with the flowers.

Finished works are cleaned up before they wither away. Even that must be Aoyagi's instructions.

"So as a dead man, do you have anything to say?

"... a little more, I prefer not to be flashy. Cherry blossoms and stuff like that are better."

I meant what I said. [M] I thought I'd buy the upset, but I didn't care. That's what they said.

The work beyond the iron plaid is flashy and not as obscene as the clothes she is wearing. Gorgeous, eye-catching, beautiful. It was in my dreams, and it looked radiant.

I'm not familiar with the path, so I don't know what kind of flowers are used. Still, I can see Aoyagi's work is amazing.

Otherwise, you can't be named a person in the house of Jiuyin, and you still know it's a good thing at a glance even if you don't have knowledge.

It's just a little out of my taste.

"Hehe. Really?"

The other person's reaction is the opposite of what I thought. Instead of being angry, I laughed.

Spilling a laugh as she rolled along with the bell, she approached the iron lattice.

"Aoyagi?

"A little closer"

"Okay."

It's not like you don't have a veto, but there's no reason to reject it. I approached the iron plaid. [M]

I'm the one who's dreaming a little bit about what would happen if we didn't get close here.

I move on my own in my dreams, and this is over in the first place. Doing something different from reality doesn't change reality.

So I know what happens after this. What will she do if she takes my hand from across the iron lattice? [M]

In a quiet room, a small noise sounds. Tone of touch, like striking a tongue.

No surprise. It's the second time. I was just a little surprised at this moment, and the scenery opened up as proof of that. Because I opened my eyes.

"Surprisingly, it tastes good."

"I didn't think you had a hobby for the dead."

"As long as you're there, you're not dead."

"Oh, really?"

"... do you have any experience?

"At least for as long as I can remember, you've never done or been done"

"Hehe. That's good."

I thought you said you were a dead man earlier, and suddenly you start treating me like a living person.

I don't know what this guy thinks. No matter how many times I see you again in my memory, I don't think I understand.

However, even if I don't know what emotion means, I do know what emotion that expression comes from. What I saw from the look on their face at this time is joy. Because I laughed like a flower.

"You're like buds."

"Really?

"Yeah... I wonder what kind of flowers will bloom"

"Before it blossomed, it withered."

"No. Like the buds of flowers under the snow, I'm sure they can bloom. Not here, somewhere."

The temperature is away, and she gets up.

I still don't know what words mean or what emotional intent they contain. For me at this time, and for me watching the past reburn like this now.

"I want to see you bloom."

"I don't think I can. I can't get out of here."

"Yeah, yeah. But sometimes the world shifts like a season.... It's about time your waiter arrived. What did I say, you know, little girl"

"It's Ryuko. Mizuzo Ryuko"

"Oh, that was the name. Please excuse me before the water enters the mood."

"Really? Goodbye, Aoyagi."

"... you'll be back"

"Help yourself."

She grinned deeply about what made her so happy.

"Cherry blossoms can't be cut that easily, so we'll see flowers sometime."

"Oh, right. If you get a chance."

Such a day will not come forever. Even so, I replied to her. [M]

The world spills like flowers scatter, and consciousness floats. The end of the dream is near.

Her last smile I saw was slightly cherry blossom. What is the emotion on that face?

Thin, damp back of hand and light warmth. The feeling of leftover incense turns away.

Was that word a promise to her?

With each of those questions, my consciousness came to mind.