The Happiness That The Shinigami Gave Me - V1 Chapter 5
Volume 1 Chapter 5
A few years after my mom’s death, after I had settled into my new life with the Yamaokas, I could finally set my mind at ease.
Then I remembered an important thing.
My promise to the shinigami.
My fated girl.
The girl that I was destined to meet.
I had to find who she was. I had to find her whereabouts.
Before the fire of her life was extinguished, I had to find her and dedicate my life to her.
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I once suspected that the girl closest to me, my stepsister, Anna, might be my fated girl.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that? It’s disgusting. Get that gloomy mug of yours away from me.”
When I heard that insult, I prayed as hard as I could that she wouldn’t be my fated girl.
Though, if she was, I’d dedicate my life to her nonetheless. That was my promise toward the shinigami, after all.
Something didn’t feel right, though.
Whenever I looked around at my female classmates, they all looked the same to me. It made me wonder whether God actually put in the effort to stamp their eyes and noses to their flat faces or not.
My fated girl.
Where are you?
There were days when it felt like looking for a jewel among the countless pebbles on a foggy day, without any clues or hints.
Would I be able to find her? What if I missed her somehow?
I went to school every day with that anxiety in my heart. In the end, I graduated from grade school as an average, inconspicuous boy.
And so, came spring. The first day of middle school.
On the day of the entrance ceremony, I walked through the gate of the middle school, accompanied by the Yamaoka couple.
The school was located on a top of a steep slope. There were cherry blossom trees surrounding the slope from the bottom up.
In the sunny day in the middle of spring,
A loud sound echoed through the air.
Everyone looked up to the direction of the sound, the top of the slope. They started to make a fuss.
My gaze wandered in the same direction as everyone.
There was a male student sitting on his buttocks.
He placed his hand on his cheek and pointed at a girl.
“S-She hit me! She just hit me!”
The boy was in tears.
Meanwhile the girl stood there, unmoving.
She didn’t run away, nor did she say anything. She just stood there with her back leaned against the tree, unmoving like a sculpture.
The dignified profile of the girl in her brand-new sailor uniform could match even the majestic view of the cherry blossom around her.
I was about to cry out.
It was as if a bolt of lightning came from the sky and violently struck me right on the head.
I don’t need to be anxious anymore. I don’t need to look for her anymore.
In this world, clad in monochrome, only that girl shone vividly in wonderful colors.
Her graceful stance with her straightened back.
Her long black hair that fell straight down the back of her sailor uniform.
Her slitted eyes with long and thin eyelashes.
Every cell in my body screamed. Blood rushed to my veins as if it was boiling.
There you are.
My fated girl.