FateOrDestiny

I, an ordinary high school student, Kimizuka Kimihiko, who easily gets involved in things, was appointed to take care of mysterious attache cases by mysterious men in black suits. After meeting a beautiful angel-like detective girl, named Siesta in a hijacked plane, I became her assistant.

And from there–
[You deal with the beehive, and I’ll restrain the enemy.] [Don’t make plans that make me the victim.]

We had those kinds of foolish conversations, all while being completely broke every day and fought against . Even when there were hurricanes, the weather-beaten duo sleep past it. Sometimes when we saved money at a casino, we would jump around on the beds at a resort hotel, only to be broke again the next day. We would walk through deserts, traverse through jungles, conquer mountains, cross oceans– The great detective and her assistant would go through these dazzling adventures–

Until she died.

And this story starts from 1 year after that incident.
I’m the only one who’s left, but I carry on her remained wishes.
This story is far from over..

The Detective is Already Dead

"And that's where the story links up. I see."

I closed the journal for a moment, and a sigh escaped me.

The truth behind Danny Bryant's disappearance had been revealed. Then there was the darkness, and the secrets, that Kimihiko harbored. No doubt Mistress Siesta would go on to confront these issues.

"I wonder who he actually is," I murmured to Mistress Siesta, who was asleep on the bed.

Boy K.: Kimihiko Kimizuka. Up until now, the version of him in her journal hadn't been much different from the one I knew.

To put it nicely, he was cool. To put it less nicely, he was blunt. He did have a sense of humor, though, and he was kind and compassionate when it really mattered. He seemed unapproachable at first, but when you talked to him, he was unexpectedly interesting. He was constantly trying to put on a good front, but sometimes he did really dumb things, and that was rather cute.

Each of us felt that we might be the only one who really understood him in the whole world.

We were made to feel that way. "But by whom?"

Suddenly, although I couldn't say why, I felt just a tiny bit afraid of Boy K. Even though I'm only an artificial intelligence. How funny.

"Still, Mistress Siesta picked up on his peculiarity."

At this point, she alone had registered the fact that Kimihiko was— intentionally or unconsciously—wearing a mask.

He took his emotions and what he really felt, along with his goals and his

wishes, shut them all up in a box, and then chained it shut. At first glance, he seemed apathetic and emotionless, but when you got to know him, he was surprisingly funny—and yet nothing was that straightforward with him. It was all just an act.

In that case, now that the Ace Detective had seen through him, what would her next move be?

Wondering what would happen next, I opened the journal again—only to find that Mistress Siesta had written no more entries.

How had she dealt with Kimihiko after that?

Was the current Kimihiko Kimizuka still Boy K., still wearing that mask?

I flipped through the journal, searching for answers, but found only blank pages. Mistress Siesta's entries never resumed.

Could it be a sign? Was she telling me to stop prying into her private life?

Still, there was no doubt that their story had continued through those blank days.

"Isn't that right, Kimihiko?" I asked him, even though he wasn't here.

What sort of dazzling adventure did you and Mistress Siesta have next?

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