Lonely Rock for the Blind

The Loneliness of the Blind Rock Shark Cucumber

Nekoyashiki Haru, male, 17, dropped out of school to play in a band, is blind, drinks a little but never smokes, likes to draw, although he's not very good at it...

When he returned to Shimokitazawa after many years, he had completely lost his eyesight.

Fortunately, I met a magical pink soft-bodied creature who led the way and saved me from dying in front of the dangerous stairs.

From then on, my life as a staff member in a livehouse called "Stars" began.

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When I sleep...I always feel like someone is saying something strange in my ear.

Yellow: You don’t have to try anymore, kitten, I will always be by your side.

Blue: Let’s be friends forever. I can’t live without you.

Red: I will snatch it from the senior, please wait a moment.

Pink: Thank you... Thank you for looking at me, I will repay you with my whole life... But if you don't accept me, I will go $^^o$+" (unintelligible voice)

[What will be my ending...?]

Cat Yashiki Haru couldn't help but think after realizing that he seemed to be more than one cat in his house.

Volume: If Fantasy Extra

Pre-viewing tips

1: All characters are extremely OOC, purely the product of my boredom.

2: Low moral behavior may occur for the sake of distorted products.

3: Hipsters warning.

4: There is no connection with the main text.

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Kita Ikuyo 1

Changes in this world line: Nekoyashiki Haru is a blind child in an orphanage.

Effects gained by Kita Ikuyo: ｛Increased sexual desire｝｛Lack of self-respect｝｛Abnormal love of beauty｝｛Extreme｝｛Increased possessiveness｝

Nekoyashiki Haru gains the following effects: {Reduced alertness} {Numbness}]

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The first time I saw him was in winter.

Unusually, it rained that day.

It should snow on that winter day instead of raining, right?

Kita Ikuyo has always felt this way.

So she never carries an umbrella in winter.

My sixth-grade senior once told me that winter is the end of the four seasons.

So many, so many.

So many beautiful things will shrink back into the soil, or freeze to death in the invisible and intangible but tangible winter.

Kita Ikuyo always thought that there would be no beautiful things outside in winter.

I have always thought so until today.

In the yellow-green eyes, there was a boy sitting blankly on the bench.

He was wearing a shirt that was supposed to be white, but it was covered in paint stains.

It can be called colorful, but it has absolutely nothing to do with dazzling.

He was dim in the rain, like a delicate flower being hit by raindrops.

Snapping.

I couldn't take my eyes off Kita Ikuyo who was shopping under the eaves of the convenience store.

He raised his face, his broken purple eyes looking at the sky in confusion. Raindrops hit his eyes, then turned into tears and flowed down his eye sockets.

He cannot see.

At that moment, Kita Ikuyo suddenly understood what was happening.

So this time, on the same day.

She searched her pockets for any spare change and walked into the convenience store.

Under the numb gaze of the convenience store clerk, she bought an umbrella.

Then he walked towards the boy in the distance.

Only when they were closer could Kita Ikuyo see his appearance clearly again.

So long...

His pale skin held a sickly, almost shattered beauty. His face was splattered with the same paint as on his clothes. His soft black hair, wet from the rain, lay plastered to his cheeks. Kita Ikuyo's heart inexplicably clenched. She slowly walked over to the boy, held up her umbrella, and shielded him from the falling raindrops.

The boy seemed to notice someone around him, turned his head confusedly, and stared at Kita Ikuyo in silence with his broken purple eyes.

Just kidding, he couldn't keep his eyes.

It was as if she was locked in a pitch-black box. The beauty of the outside world and all the tangible things were blocked out by these purple eyes.

Kita Ikuyo suddenly felt very distressed.

How pitiful! In this case, won’t we be able to see any beautiful things?

"Hello…"

The boy's voice was flat.

Obviously this is the kind of person who has been rejected by other beauties in the world.

Why…

"Hello…"

Kita Ikuyo looked at the boy with trembling lips, slowly stretched out one hand, and then stroked the boy's cheek.

"How come you're still so beautiful?"

"…What?"

The boy's voice was filled with doubt, and Kita Ikuyo shook her head.

"It's okay. I just said something a little weird. Can't you see?"

Kita Ikuyo asked.

"Well, I can't see."

The boy's voice remained flat.

"My name is Kita Ikuyo, what's yours?"

"Nekoyashiki Haru."

"Why don't you go get out of the rain?"

Kita Ikuyo sat down next to Cat House Haru, ignoring the wet bench.

“…feels, quite comfortable…”

Nekoyashiki Haru said this, reaching out to catch the raindrops from the air.

"The shape...the temperature. The moment it touched me, I could feel it, even just a little bit."

"... "

Kita Ikuyo pursed her lips.

"Do you like painting?"

“I really liked it.”

Nekoyashiki Haru said.

"now what?"

Kita Ikuyo narrowed her eyes.

"Now…"

Nekoyashiki Haru fell silent.

"Don't you like it?"

Kita Ikuyo's feet tapped the ground lightly.

“Someone told me that in winter, all beautiful things disappear.”

"Whether it exists or not is meaningless to me."

"I know... you were rejected."

Kita Ikuyo said, looking at the ground.

"What are you doing here again? If you were curious about me, you should have satisfied it by now, right?"

Nekoyashiki Haru ordered everyone to leave.

"You can go back now, take your umbrella with you, then go home, take a shower and have a good sleep."

Nekoyashiki closed his eyes, and Kita Ikuyo suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

"Keep going here and you might catch a cold."

"Do you care about me?"

"Maybe."

"why?"

"what?"

Nekoyashiki Haru tilted his head in confusion, and Kita Ikuyo asked.

"Why... do you care about me?"

“…Do you really need an answer?”

"Ah."

"I don't want anyone to suffer because of me."

Nekayashiki Haru's fingers were entangled.

"Whether you're curious about me, or feel pity and worry for me, please don't suffer because of me. That's not something that can make you happy."

“…Isn’t it beautiful?”

"what?"

“Don’t worry…”

Kita Ikuyo shook her head and repeated it again.

"do not worry about it."

Then he fell silent beside Nekayashiki Haru, not saying a word.

“…How old are you?”