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Your name was —, and you were a beloved friend by many.
No, that wasn’t right.
Your name is Tsukimoto Kyouka, and you are the Star Plasma Vessel.
Sounds better, but it doesn’t feel right either.
Who are you?
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“Koi, are you almost there? We’re about to leave your ass behind.” Koi–no, that's not her name, what is it?–hurried along the sidewalk, apologizing to every person she bumped into.
“My bad bro, my idiot of a brother took the car and didn’t tell me, so I ran around the house trying to find the dang key for 30 minutes.” — grumbled, mumbling another hurried apology to a startled man.
“Can’t relate.” —- scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Of course you can’t, you literally have no siblings, jackass.”
“Yeah yeah whatever. Now hurry up, we’re leaving the house in five minutes.” By the time — replied back, the person on the other side hung up on her.
“Tch.” Five minutes isn’t enough time to even get into the neighborhood. — sighed, before she began to run.
10:25. Still five minutes.
A car honked at — to finish crossing the street. She quickened her pace, glancing down at her phone.
10:26. Four minutes.
At least two or more roads to cross until she’ll spot the street sign.
However, just as she stepped a foot on the road, a loud honk came from her right.
The last thing — registers is the horrified yells of the people behind her.
The last thing — thought was:
‘There’s no way I'm about to get truck-kun’d.’
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“Are you serious right now?” Is the first thing Kyouka said upon being awakened.
She rose from her sleeping position, startling the poor maid beside her. Which, fair.
Kyouka herself would also be alarmed if a five years old girl suddenly started to speak perfectly one morning. But that's not what's important.
“Kyouka-sama?” She absently waved a hand at the maid, the other coming up to massage her throbbing head.
“What?”
“You have a scheduled breakfast with the Six Eyes.” Kyouka paused, humming.
She needs to go along with the flow for now. At least unlike other people who got hit by truck-kun, she at least inherited the memory of the body she’s in.
“Right.” She ran her fingers through the blanket, marveling at how soft it was.
The bed also felt as nice as the blanket, she noted in her mind.
She still made no move to get out of the bed.
“...Kyouka-sama?”
Right.
She needs to get up and deal with her new life.
But the bed feels so nice, she could just sink back into the softness.
That’d be nice. If she just sleeps forever, perhaps she can pretend that this is all a dream. A dream that she’s having at 3 a.m., after drinking and partying all night long with her friends.
…Did the maid say Six Eyes?
Kyouka blinked into awareness, forcibly stopping her hands from kneading the blanket again.
She robotically got up, ignoring how the maid breathed out a small sigh of relief.
Where did Kyouka hear of the Six Eyes again?
'Six Eyes is my warrior, and I'm the princess he needs to protect.’ A childish voice whispered.
‘Is that so?’ — thought back, positively amused and distraught at the same time– Kyouka prodded.
However, the child’s voice was no more, and Kyouka was left ruminating on the small piece of information.
Jujutsu Kaisen, huh?
'Theres no way this will end well,' A voice that isn't hers or — said wryly.
It felt similar to the voice on the phone.
When she blinked again, the maid had just finished tying her obi.
A knock on the sliding door, before a small head popped in, and it felt like all air in the room was sucked out.
Kyouka didn’t let this affect her outwardly, slowly, lazily, blinking back at wide, unimaginably blue eyes.
In the corner of her eyes, she spotted the maid rapidly yet swiftly moving back against the farthest wall from both the Six Eyes and Kyouka, her heavy breathing the only noise in the room.
“Kyo-chan, you’re taking too long.” The innocence in the boy’s voice felt like fire against Kyouka’s nerves.
She still smiled back, however. “Sorry, Riku-kun.”
Both the maid and Six Eyes paused at her use of the nickname.
Oh, that's right. The child has always, like the others, referred to the Six Eyes as purely that–Six Eyes.
‘Well that’s changing today,’ Kyouka’s smile grew the ever slightest bigger. The Six Eyes blinked curiously, still standing behind the shoji door.
“Shall we get going?” Without a pause, Kyouka smoothly walked over to the boy, intertwining her hand with his.
“... Yeah.” The Six Eyes glanced down at their conjoined hand, and his grip on her hand tightened.
And so the two of them left, leaving behind a tense maid, who slowly slid to the tatami mats.
“Riku-kun..?” She muttered to herself, dumbfounded.
The rather innocent nickname felt like a taboo, and chills went down her spine.
A moment passed, before the maid gathered herself and left the room, hurrying to her next task.
Screw the pay. Screw this estate. She’ll never volunteer to accompany any one of the two children again after this.
As if the Six Eyes wasn’t insane enough already, the Star Plasma Vessel also became crazy overnight.