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the year you meet your soulmate, two names will appear on your wrists.
on one wrist, your soulmate's.
on the other wrist's, your killer.
so why does yugi amane have the same name on both wrists?
yugi amane is only eight when she meets yashiro nene.
she calls him hanako, and he catches that name on her right wrist. is hanako her killer?
there's no way he's the one who will kill her. he likes nene, doesn't it? she's affectionate, sweet, and cares for him in a way no one has before.
then nene is gone, the only thing left of her the tickets she got at the festival, and he wishes to see her again.
fifty-five years later, he'll realize that's the moment he killed her.
five years later, they meet again.
she hasn't aged a single day, but he has. he doesn't remember her.
her soft touch, so different from tsukasa's, terrorizes him, and he runs away.
tsukasa rips up his papers. the mission, the moon, it's all just fantasy. he's stuck here.
i love you amane,
tsukasa says, even he leaves bruises on his arms and cuts on his face.
you should be more honest with yourself amane,
tsukasa says, even when he punches him.
i forgive you, amane,
tsukasa says, even with the life fading from his eyes, even with the blood spreading under them and soaking their pants.
i like you, hanako,
nene says, fifty years later. hanako's mouth suddenly feels dry.
how do you know it's love?
he asks. his hands are sweaty, and even after fifty years, he smells blood and can feel the bruises pulsing on his arms. nene's arms are completely clean, pure, and not for the first time he wishes he was pure too, enough to hold her.
she's too close now, and he can feel a noose tightening around his neck, can feel splatters of blood on his face and clothes.
then she hugs him, and it's all over.
this is a different kind of love,
she replies, and he can't tell her if she's talking about tsukasa's kind of love, if she's somehow read his mind, if their bond told her what he was thinking about—
i'll show you what real love is,
she continues, and he can feel the noose disappearing.