BlazBlue:CT Material Collection Hakumen Short Story "Innocent Black"
(written as a poem)
It was pitch black.
I'm not really sure what's going on but.
Everything that was reflected in my eyes was pitch black.
It's low . Very low. A very low and deep groan could be heard.
Like an earth tremor. Low. It's a very low sound.
Just as I noticed it the sound stopped.
My ears hurt because it's too quiet.
There really is no sound at all.
Is there really no sound at all?
Or perhaps my ears have been broken?
I don't know.
Am I standing? Am I sitting?
Or am I floating? It's hard to tell.
I want to open my eyes but my eyelids are so heavy.
Somehow or other I open them and.
What surrounds me is some kind of blue mist and I get the feeling that I'm hugging it
A light which I never felt before till now suddenly shined through.
As if I was still in the middle of some fantasic dream...
At that moment, for the first time.
——I became aware of my existence.
Am I alive?
I see. I am alive.
Are my heart and organs still there? I don't know but.
Certainly, I get the feeling that I'm alive.
However, I feel a pulse.
It's a delightful, fast pounding feeling.
It's like if
I got to see all the people I love. All the important people to me. That kind of palpitation.
Faintly.
From within myself. A voice that's not mine can be heard
It's calling out a name. It's a girl's voice.
However. I don't know it.
I stare at my hand.
The jet black hand has countless red fissures running along it.
I think to myself what is it? But I don't know.
I can only think “How did I become so black as well?”
The beautiful blue mist dissipates
And in it's place stands a white... something.
Because it looks human shaped I think it is a human
——What is a human?
The white person slowly draws close.
I observe the surroundings and I can make out 5 other shadows.
However. The surroundings are too dazzling so I'm not very sure.
In the midst of that I see a shadow that looks like a “cat”.
——What is a cat?
While I was thinking that
That white something somehow came to a halt right in front of my eyes.
The white person and his many eyes
Fixedly. Intently. They stare at me.
“How pitiful... So this what your existence has finally come to huh...”
The white person is saying something. But I can't understand it.
“...No. Perhaps this is just the “beginning”?”
The white person is saying something. But as I thought, I really can't understand it.
The white person slowly raises something overhead.
From the eye something warm overflows out
Just what that is, I don't know.
But. I feel that the wide “Azure sky” behind the white person is really very beautiful.
In the instant something is swung down, the whole world ends.
“And thus... this world ends. But before long, it will start again.”
From somewhere unknown, I became aware I could hear that voice.
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