Chapter 62

I slowly walk through the empty halls. The other two stayed behind with Miss Haruka. I insisted on it myself.

Miss Haruka told me specifically to go visit Itu. And, to be honest, what she said kind of gave me an odd feeling. Itu didn’t react to me screaming earlier. Miss Haruka said that she couldn’t keep on living with Itu… which is kind of understandable and yet weird. And the eerie feeling that I have always had when seeing Itu or thinking about him has grown stronger than ever before.

As the light emitted by the city and it burning down slowly creeps through the windows of the dark hallways, I am remembered once more. I am reminded of the city. Of the times I was there with the others. With those who died.

I remember each and everyone I had talked to and enjoyed my life with in the last roughly two weeks. I think back even more: I think back to when my own village was burning down. I think back to how I saw each and everyone I loved die. Back then I had hoped that such a thing would never happen again… and yet it did.

I had sworn that no one else would die, just to be proven wrong only moments after. It hurt. And it still hurts.

Despite that I keep on going. I go to meet Itu. I need to meet Itu. Something, deep deep inside of myself, is practically begging for it. I can not describe or understand why, but I have given up on understanding my emotions anyway.

I stand in front of the door. It was the third room I had entered in this school. I entered it so that I can escape from the world outside. And maybe - just maybe - I will escape once more. But that is - of course - far from sure. Far from given.

I do not knock. I didn’t knock the first time I met Itu either. And thus, I push open the door.

The candles on the ground greet me with their small flames, looking as though they will flicker out every moment. The curtain over the giant window blocks the light coming from the city to actually pass inside of the room. I hold my blade, shining red throughout the fully black world.

And in front of me stands none other than Doctor Itu. He does not look away from me like Miss Haruka did. He stands there, looking right at me. Now, when everything else is black, I truly do see it. Itu’s hair is blue. His eyes are blue. And - perhaps the most important thing - his heart is blue. He smiles at me.

“Greetings, Isuri.”

His voice cuts through the silence of the night. Right here, right now… it feels as though only the two of us exist.

I do not bow. I just look at him. And then I say what has been lying atop my heart for quite some time.

“What… the hell is going on? I don’t understand anything anymore.”

Itu first looks at me. His smile vanishes and he looks kind of stoic, similar to the Yokai known as Miss Haruka. Then, however, his smile reappears and looks at me in the same manner as before.

“Do not worry. I will tell you of everything. Sit down, it will take a while.”

I listen to his advice and sit down on the very same bed he once used to treat my wounds… well, it was mostly Miss Haruka who treated me anyway.

“Let us start with the most simple thing which will explain everything I am about to tell you.

I am the mastermind. I am the one who has planned this attack and the deaths of each and everyone of us. However, I do not do this to gain anything… partially, that is.

You must know and understand a certain thing: Back when the world started to exist, the 6 Protogoni created a prototype. The primordial man. The very first being and the one whose existence kicked off the very start of existence and creation itself.

There are a bunch of names you can address to this primordial man… Let’s just call him the Primordial Creator. The Primordial Creator was the point from which everything did start. And thus, he was the one who had a piece of all of creation. He was blessed by each one of the six Protogoni.

Upon the start of creation, he had died and split into two parts though. Those two parts from this point on existed throughout all of earth: The one part, stronger, dominant and truly blessed by the Protogoni. If you were to attribute them pieces, then this part would be the very soul, vitality and all of the like. He was the thing you could truly attribute to a person.

The other half was the corpse left behind on this earth. The only Protogoni who actually stuck to this part and didn’t bless the spiritual part was - who else could it be - Lady Death.

Lady Death called this corpse, the very first dead, her second. She looked upon those remains and said: “I 2.” as in the second version of herself. Two. Tu. I am this body. I am the corpse left behind, only blessed by Lady Death.

But that is not all there is: I am the second version of the Primordial Creator. I too… I tu am the Primordial creator.

Whereas the spiritual part transcended existence and this world, I remained. My body was lying around dead on the earth for 13 years. Then, I stood up again. I am not alive. I am - however - still living in the world of the living. And thus I lived.

Humanity had started to exist. The spiritual part of the Primordial Creator had called forth humans. I, the corpse of God, have called forth spirits that roam the earth. I have called forth Yokai that existed only through the ghosts of those who ended up dying or purely conceptual beings.

Thus, time passed. Humans died. Just like their part of the Primordial Creator. Yokai did not age and thus survived, just like I, the already dead body of the Primordical Creator. However, after time has passed for long enough, I could not go on.”