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The mood this afternoon is a little too carefree. I always kill time here at my favorite cafe, sitting at my usual window seat. I enjoy this cafe because although I know nothing about stocks, the coffee is decent and fairly priced. After leaning back into  chair for a long while I, Yomiya Ruito leak out a small sigh.

On the opposite side of the table from me is a woman with long black, slightly wavy hair, black pupils and a mischievous look in her eyes.Although she already has a chest so big that it screams out her s.e.x, the fact that her arms were crossed  under that chest made them bulge out to even further a.s.sert their presence. To further add to this, she’s wearing a vertical striped sweater that approvingly adds to the volume of her breast. Trying not to be too obvious about enjoying such a spectacle, I  take a long sip of coffee. While the residue of aroma and bitterness is still lingering down my throat, without giving me anytime to enjoy myself the woman sitting in front of me speaks up.

Woman: With laughter in her voice “So what’s your answer?”

I really don’t know what’s so funny, but apparently this woman seems to be enjoying the situation, not to say that familiar with situations of which a woman would be enjoying herself.

Ruito: “I just need a little bit of time to think.”.

Even though I get the feeling that she won’t be giving me much time to think, let’s use this time to recall how I ended up in this situation. We may be sitting at the same together face to face, but I don’t know who she is.

Even though taking exam leave from University will effect my surroundings very negatively, University wasn’t something  I  ever cared for. Still, to make a active decision that will certainly cause my parents to drop all financial support for me and also create a number of issues is something. Which if I remember is why I came here. I was supposed to spend my days reluctantly taking lectures and joining a circle. That all ended today, I rejected all of University life all at once, today too i was supposed to be attending a lecture but decided to ditch. I came to this cafe, sat down and started thinking about a way to waste my time. And anyone would remember if the woman that’s here now laughing and smiling sat down in front of you, so she certainly wasn’t here anytime before. I get the feeling that this situation is going to proceed without my permission, and not in the traditional sense.

Woman: “Okay you’re time is up, you don’t think that time stopped forever, right?”

She pointed at me, or to be exact she was pointing right next to my head. Not turning my head and only using my eyes I saw it. There frozen in place is a car b.u.mper and a significant portion of debris of countless gla.s.s s.h.i.+ning  brilliantly while floating in the air trying to Tsukkomo me by aiming at my head. It was like a beautifully painted picture.

Ruito: “This is to help me escape right? I’m going to be allowed to leave this.”

I know asking this is useless, but still I had to ask. With pale expectations that she might nod, the woman in front of me flatly shook her head left to right with slightly narrow eyes.

Woman: “If you try to flee I will proceed to return us to time.”

I shrug and give into this kidnapping woman’s words. But perhaps maybe I can somehow avoid the gla.s.s debris if the situation arises. However, when looking into the woman’s eyes, reality came down. I don’t have the courage to try a bad bet right this minute and I’m not that type of person to. Reluctantly, I hold my coffee cup to drink and in order to calm the mood, aware of the content  floating next to me. I sigh.

Here’s the situation, although i don’t know how it’s possible and don’t have a theory on how it could be possible. I hadn’t noticed before, but the owner of the cafe, who is in my line of vision, has also stopped moving, and I a.s.sume that applies to the people outside as well. Everything has stopped. I’m guessing the woman in front from can really understand my feelings right now. I trace the rim of the coffee cup as I continue to contemplate what’s happening. However, my peaceful contemplation was interrupted as the women held out the palm of her hound and my empty coffee cup was filled with just the right amount of brown liquid.

Woman: “Don’t worry about drinking it, it’s not poisoned.”

Ruito: “I suppose being poisoned would be much more comforting compared to the what’s coming my way”.

Woman: Laughing. “I Don’t know about that,  I’ve never died before.”

Vomiting a sigh of resignation I drink from the coffee cup.

Ruito: “I’m sorry, but is it possible to hear what you had to say from the start? Because of all the outrageous content I haven’t been able to take this in as reality.”

Woman: “Okay, I’ll say all of it” With her elbows on the table she gave a laugh and smiled. “First of all, I have say that I am an existence that you humans would call “G.o.d”.”

Ruito: “Wouldn’t you be a Devil?”

If you think about it, that’s really more suiting to the situation. Temporally stopping a car that has plunged into the store is one thing, but using it as a tool to not allow someone to escape is another. That’s more inclined towards evil than good, I would think.  However the woman that identifies herself as a G.o.d shakes her head of such words with a somewhat sulking expression.

Woman: “There’s no doubt that I’m a G.o.d. However the difference of what you humans determine an existence, such as myself, to be a G.o.d or a Devil is akin to what you differentiate an insect. If the insect is beneficial then it is an insect, but if it’s not then it’s a pest.”

It’s true that the difference is really selfishly human oriented.

Woman: “It also depends on the time and place that determines what existence is called G.o.d or Devil. There was a time when it was even a disadvantage to be claiming oneself as G.o.d.”

Either way, whether or not the woman’s a.s.sertion is good or bad, I’m not really going to refute it. As practical as she sounds, whether or not she’s a G.o.d or Devil doesn’t change the relations.h.i.+p between us. Either way my fate is in this woman’s hands.