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Still, the one as doingwas Himeko

She spoke about pictures she took at school with her cell phone

Then she spoke of the new “Rip” phone model that was expensive and she wasn’t able to purchase

She irls in her class: the lucky color of the week according to an astrology website

Chikane would listen to her whi that she was paying attention with a smile

“Chikane-chan, what’s your star sign? I happen to have looked up the website, too”

Watching her elatedly pull out her cell phone and begin to fiddle around with it, Chikane spoke

“It’s the same, isn’t it? For both of us”

“Ah, y-yeah, that’s right”

In her embarrassment, Himeko’s cheeks flushed and she cast her eyes down

Every time Chikane looked at this His about her

Seeing Hi dejected right away over trivial things

Her whirling and constantly changing facial expressions were just like…

When she was a child, there was a toy in her grandht, a kaleidoscope

As the ments rotated, they would take shape in various shades and patterns

Lively, brilliant, and then-

“And then what?”

“Eh?”

“What’s our luck going to be today?”

“Uh, umm, let me see…well…”

Flustered, she looked at the infor on the screen

The kaleidoscope, once again, began to spin

As she watched over her attentively, Chikane entertained a thought

What do we look like to those around us?

To those beside us, we look like close sisters or see-acquainted childhood friends

I wonder who is looking at and thinking about us?

The uplifting s conversation are all lies

They are only an act

They’re a brief irls born under the same star in a destiny where they’re supposed to kill one another

What is it, really?

This strange connection they share

Everything began on that day- at the ht