Today picture is a Touhouâs flower view party. I want this novel will end with Arge and her harem having Flower view like this.\n
Chapter 69:Â Flowers and cage.
As I have consciousness but I canât move my body, I recognizes that this is a dream.
Again?
After reincarnating in a different world, I often saw the old days as a dream. Maybe a vampire is a good dreamer?
I know that it is a dream, so there is nothing surprising with the scenery in front of me. Everything is ordinarily, but the room isolated from the outside world. I can never step on the other side of the iron lattice, but I was only allowed to live here. That is the servant from that time. While feeling the nostalgic air, I see the same thing as the one I am watching in my dream.
âI hate it, please donât look at me too muchâ (T.N: Tsundere Imouto / cousin) âYou are also watching me, arenât you?â âIt is a beautiful emotion act when a living person looks at the dead, but it is undesirable for the dead to look at the living when youâre not my ancestor.â âOh, is that so?â
Both my words and her words are decided in advance. Because this is my past. The living being on the other side of the iron lattice is existence with a track record and power to be allowed to live in the Kuon house. She is Kuon Aoba-san In my memory, she is always wearing Japanese clothes. The fancy sleeves in which colorful flowers are drawn, its glossiness make my eyes hurt so much that I can no longer tell what color is the main. She is wearing such a Japanese clothing that make her atmosphere like standing in the flower garden.
Thereâre two bells attached to her hairpin, her smooth black hair sway just like wave everytime she move. She put a blade on the flower held in her hand. Everytime her thin finger moves, the blade cut an unrequire part of flowers. Then she begin to arrange flowers.
I only see it as beautiful art and before I knew it, I keep watching her. She put the finished work aside and smiled.
âHow is it. It is hard to show my art to one person.â âI donât know about flower arrange, and I am a dead man, so I usually donât think my impression will have any meaning.â âHÄ. Is that so?â
There is no disgust in her eyes. Sheâs a strange person. Many of people come here seem to despise me. After looking down me, they will return. A few of people come here seem to have pity on me. For some reason, they seem got hurted more than I did, and they will also return after a while.
She is neither of them. She is the only one different. I wonder if it is an interesting thing, she visited my prison many times and she always come with flowers. Her completed work is cleaned up before it dies. Maybe thatâs also Aoba-sanâs instruction.
âThen, as a dead, is there something you want?â â⊠I prefer a little more flashy, like cherry blossoms, those of that kindâ
What Iâve said is true. I thought It would be inconvenient, but I did not mind. Because she ask my opinion. Her work behind the iron lattice is gaudy and she is gorgeous like the clothes she is wearing. She is gorgeous, eye-catching and beautiful. Even in my dream, she seemed to shine.
I am not familiar with the way, so I do not know what kind of flowers are used. Still I know that Aoba-sanâs work is amazing. Otherwise she can not name herself as a person of Kuonâs house. I can understand it even if I donât have knowledge about flowers arrange. Itâs just my preference though.
âHehe, is that so?â
Her reaction is contrary to what I thought. Far from being angry, she laughed. The bells as she walking, she comes closer to the iron lattice.
âAoba-san?â âA little closerâ âI understandâ
I donât know her purpose, but there is no reason to refuse. I approached the iron lattice. I thought for a moment what would happen if I didnât come close here, Iâm a dreamer. My dreams move freely, and this is already over in the past. Even if I want to do something different from reality, it does not change the reality.
And I knew what happens after this. I donât know what to do as she takes my hands beyond the iron lattice. A small sound echoes in a quiet room. Like tongue touching.
There is no surprise. This is the second time. I was a little surprised because this time she is still here as evidence that Iâm not dream.
âIt tastes unexpected, isnât it?â âI didnât think there was a hobby to kiss the dead.â âAs long as you are here, you are not dead.â âHa, is that so?â â⊠Do you have experience?â âAs far as I remember, no-one have ever done anything like thatâ âHehe, that was goodâ
She think that I was dead until a while ago, and she start to treat me like a living person abruptly. I do not know what she is thinking. Itâs only a dream, but whatever, we meet again. However, even if you donât know her feeling, I know what emotions the facial expression comes from. It was a pleasure to see from her expression at that time. Because her smile is beautiful like flowers.
âYou are like a bud, arenât you?â âIs that so?â âYeah ⊠what kind of flowers will you bloom into?â âIt withered before bloomingâ âNo, like a bud of a flower under the snow, you can surely bloom. It just isnât here, but what if somewhere elseâ
She is getting away from me and she stands up. I donât understand the meaning of her words and the intention of her emotions after all. Even for me at present time, I am watching the past like this now.
âI would like to see you bloomâ âI think that it is impossible, because I can not do it from here,â âWell, yeah ⊠but the world may change like the season ⊠It is around time for your feeding staff. Whatâs that little childâs name?â âItâs RyĆ«ko-chan. Mizushiro RyĆ«koâ âOh, it was such a name, I will excuse myself thenâ âIs that so? Goodbye Aoba-sanâ â⊠I will come againâ âFeel free toâ
She made a smile like sheâs glad.
âBecause cherry blossoms can not cut easily, letâs have some sakura view, someday.â âHa, yes, if there is opportunityâ
Such days will never come. Even I replied to her like that. The (dream) world is breaking like a flower scattering, my consciousness return. The end of my dream is near. Her smile is the last thing I saw, it have a slightly cherry blossom color.
What is the feeling that is on my face? Itâs thin, moist and light warmth. The feeling like a scented remnant moves away. Was that because my promise with her? When I still donât have the answer, I wake up from my dream.\n<figure class="wp-caption alignnone" data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_9889" style="width: 495px"></figure>