[Alice Academy] A senior from afar

I was born in Japan to an American father and a Japanese mother.

My father came to Japan because of work, met my mother, got married and had children...

From an early age, I knew I was different from other kids.

There is always a boy's voice in my ears, but every time I can't find the owner of the voice.

At first, I was always scared and even cried and told my parents.

At first, my parents always comforted me gently and patiently; later, they gradually became bored, and even started yelling at me to stop saying strange things, otherwise they would abandon me.

I know they never believed me, they just took what I said as childish gibberish.

That voice kept telling me something, I never listened carefully, and I blamed that voice for my parents' boredom.

At that time, I hated that voice...

Once, I finally couldn't take it anymore, and cried hysterically to tell him not to talk anymore.

Then that sound went away, and I'm glad it did.

My parents also seemed to think that I was finally sensible and stopped talking nonsense, so they stopped scolding me.

They turned back to the original gentle parents?I originally wanted to think so, but when the memory was still there, I couldn't act like a baby to them or be willful to them like ordinary children. I often feared that one day I would be abandoned by them.

On the surface, I also grew up, went to school, and made friends like all kids.

Until the age of 7, I went out to play with my parents.

I left my parents alone and ran so far that I lost my way.

The unfamiliar scenery frightened me, and I was so anxious to cry when I saw the indifferent faces of the passers-by.

Accidentally, I tripped over a stone.

Tears got out of control and overflowed from his eyes.The skin on my knee was scratched, and it hurt hotly, and the red blood scared me.

I burst into tears and prayed that my parents would come and find me.

But no one reached out to me.

Finally tired of crying, I shrank into a ball, thinking that my parents must not want me anymore, just like what they said before.

People are always extra pessimistic when they're vulnerable, and that's when negativity seemed to overwhelm me.

Then, a voice I hadn't heard for several years sounded again...

"Are you okay?"

Ordinary people say tens of thousands of touching words to themselves, maybe it is not as good as hearing a soft word of care when you are helpless.

There is no end to the tears of children.

Before I knew it, my vision blurred again when I heard that voice.

I choked up and couldn't say anything.

"...I'm always by your side. So...don't cry anymore."

At that time, I probably will never forget his words in this life. It was this soft sentence that pulled me up from the darkness and told me——I am not alone.

Maybe it was from that time that he mastered my emotions.

I always cry because of him and laugh because of him.

In the end, it was my parents who found me crying.

When I got home, they reprimanded me, and I was still crying like before.

But when I heard them say how worried they were about me, I heard my crying pause, and I wondered in my heart whether they were "worrying" about me as they said?

After a long time, the parents stopped scolding.

I went back to my room sobbing, and tried to call out that voice in my heart.

"……are you still there?"

"……Um."

Hearing his response, I breathed a sigh of relief, although I didn't know why I felt relieved.

"May I have your name?"

"...I don't have a name. I've been here since I was conscious."

"Here... what do you mean?"

"...in your body."

"……what does that mean?"

"I don't know too well. Probably...you and I have two souls in your body..."

I didn't understand what it means to have two souls in a body, so I changed the subject altogether.

"I'm Yu!... Asakumo Yuu."

"Um."

"...Hey, you will be called Si from now on, okay? Qianyun Si!"

"……Um."

The first conversation, perhaps because of unfamiliarity, our conversation ended quickly.Although a little embarrassing, but invisible,

I feel like I can trust him.

From that day on, I started countless conversations with priests.I told him everything I had seen and heard, and I was very interested in him.

Gradually, I found that it seemed that I was more active and he was more indifferent.

In the future, when I talked to him when I was a teenager, it was the same way. I always led the conversation, and he always responded to me.

This seems to have become a custom, a product of the tacit understanding between me and him.But I don't know why I enjoy this relationship so much.

"Nah! Si!"

"Uh?"

"Let me tell you, boys made girls cry again today! But, the teacher found out and was severely criticized. Really

They look like idiots, boys are~"

"...Yu."

"What's wrong?"

"I, biologically, should be a boy..."

"Huh!? You don't even know your name or age, but you're sure you're a boy?!"

"……should."

"should?"

"Hey, did you just despise me?"

"Not at all~"

"Hey, Si!"

"Um."

"Since you are in my body, what can you see?"

"……dark."

"Hey, then, you can't see everything I see now?"

"Um."

"But why did you know I was crying last time?"

"...I can feel your mood swings."

"Oh, that's right."

"Nah~ Sai. What do you look like?"

"Uh, the soul... probably doesn't have a specific shape."

"should?"

"...I don't really understand either."

Our topics are boundless, because I always provoked them, so he always said I was nonsensical.I can't deny it either.

I always feel like I can talk to him about anything.

The relationship between me and him is like a friend but not like a friend, but it still exists in such an ambiguous way.

"...Hey, Si."

"You didn't lie when you said you would always be by my side."

"As long as you wish..." I will always be by your side.

... At that time, he was still young, so he made the promise easily.

And I, who was also young at that time, wanted to believe him inexplicably.

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