49 Days Till Heaven - V1 C1 p2
Special thanks to the lovely AL13N for proofreading this chapter!! (*≧∀≦*)
A boy’s face reflected in my eyes as they opened.
Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin so light that it seemed as if a detergent commercial could use it to describe “pure white”. That proportionate set of features drew closer. Soon our lips would be touching. Three centimeters left, two centimeters, one centimeter……
I swung and aimed my foot at the boy, blowing him away, his long blonde hair billowing. The boy doubled over and began to cough. Looked like I hit just the right spot, thanks to my full-force kick. Regardless, he had a weird appearance. He wore a white school boy’s uniform that could only be seen in manga. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and chiseled looks were somehow…… rather like an angel.
Even though his coming onto me was just like a demon.
“What the hell are you doing, perv!! Damn lecher!! I’ll sue you for some kind of crime against minors!!”
“Why are you acting all high and mighty? It’s fine, you have nothing left to lose now, anyway. After all, you’re dead, you know?”
Only for a moment did I feel angered that his way of speaking seemed like he thought nothing whatsoever about a person’s first kiss, then I quickly composed myself and looked around the vicinity. Everywhere was filled with a white light. Even when I looked in front of me, behind me, above me, and below me. It was all white. The world was whitened out. In such a strange world, the boy and I floated lightly.
The boy who looked like an angel said with a serious look, “Did you remember about your death?”
Like pulling the bath plug, somewhere in my head, the working memories overflowed all in one go. Myself. Mother. Father. Yumeka. School. Mikoto. Mai. Yuki. Rio. And Chihiro…… I remembered the things that I couldn’t until now, and a shiver ran up my spine.
The angel took out a notebook of sorts from the breast pocket of his school uniform, and filled something or other in with a quill pen. “An’ne Orihara, born November 28th, 1993, blood type O. Today, the 18th of January, 2008, at 11:59:55, jumped to her death from her family apartment… aaand done.”
An’ne Orihara. It certainly was my name. Everything was correct, from the date of birth to today’s date.
“So? Did I get anything wrong?”
“No…… and anyways, who are you? You couldn’t possibly be an angel or something?”
“I am, indeed! Call me ‘angel-chan’, ‘angel-kun’ or whatever pleases you when needed.”
“So, can I just call you “pervert”?”
“What’s with you? Even though I was meagerly sympathising with you and going to let you do the things after death that you didn’t get to do when you were alive, to think, after the longest time I’d finally get assigned to a young girl, I thought I was lucky. But you’re not very cute, huh. I bet you weren’t popular.”
“It’s none of your business, pervy angel!”
The worst angel in history looked down at me as I fumed, and suddenly grinned with just the corners of his lips. His way of snickering irritated me more and more till I thought I should kick him again, but stopped when I saw in his eyes how he’d think, “you’re the violent type of woman, so of course you weren’t popular.”
“But it’s fine, you seem lively,” the angel’s tone grew softer. With that appearance, you’d think that he’d always spoke in such a tender way. And that he was an ultra cutie too.
“When I heard you were a kid who committed suicide, I wondered how depressed you were. Since It’s hard for me when girls cry, I simulated in my head how I could comfort you, but it looks like there’s no need.”
“If it’s my mental state, I’m alright. Right now I’m doing incredibly well, thanks to dying.”
As I spoke, my body that was supposed to be dead shook with fear from my tongue to the rest of me. Unwanted memories bubbled up and gushed forth. Not good, there was no need to remember. I must forget everything. I needed to become nonexistent, considering I was already dead. There was nothing good to remember, or any need to.
“I didn’t die by accident with lingering regrets left in the living world. I really wanted to die, and actually, right now I’m thinking how glad I am that I did.”
“And even I know how bad suicide is. So people don’t always do what’s best! But surely someone like you who isn’t human couldn’t understand.”
“You’re an interesting one.”
The angel laughed cynically, and as his blue eyes narrowed they were beautiful enough to make one shudder. “I’m looking forward to seeing whether you can keep thinking like that once the forty-nine days are over.”
“Eh, what the? Forty-nine days!?” I said in a loud voice. Now that I think about it, when I was little, my late grandma once said that after a person dies, they stay in the world of the living for forty-nine days. When those forty-nine days ended, they would begin the crossover to the world of the dead…… or so she said.
“Starting today, for forty-nine days you will return to Earth. But not with your physical body, just your spirit.”
“So I’ll be a ghost?”
“Yes, what the people of your world call it, that’s what you’ll be. During these forty-nine days, you’re completely free to go wherever you want and do whatever you want.”
“After that, you will become the judge and decide your destiny on your own, whether you go to heaven or hell. By the way, this isn’t either; it’s the first place you arrive at when someone like you has freshly passed away.”
“What are you even saying, ‘freshly passed away’, what’s up with that? Of course I’m gonna go to heaven! Speaking of, where even are the people who’d say they’re going to hell in the first place?”
“That’s the system in our world. God is rather busy, and just how many dead do you think show up everyday? How can we not let all of those guys pass their own verdict? Just like the human realm, we’re preceding more rationally too.”
I could barely keep up with his nutty talk. But what I did understand was that this wasn’t heaven or hell, that I would return to the surface world as a ghost and when forty-nine days had passed, I had to decide whether I’d be going to heaven or hell.
Of course, even if I didn’t have forty-nine days to brood over it, my answer was already settled. Probably ten out of ten people would come to the same conclusion as me. When told to choose which one to go to, there was no reason I’d go to hell whatsoever.
Despite that, I’d resigned myself to going to hell as someone who committed suicide, and I was a little spooked that there wasn’t going to be any kind of divine punishment. This was crazy. Even though I was someone who had taken my own life, I grinned in spite of that.
The angel abruptly pointed a forefinger at me, who was smiling alone. “So basically, after the forty-nine days are up, I’ll come summon you.”
“Seriously, you’re awfully cheerful for somebody who killed themself. I’m somewhat relieved. Well then, have a good forty-nine days.”
The light that fired from the angel’s index finger engulfed me in the twinkle of an eye. The impact of the crash that came with my time of death ran through my entire body multiple times.
……Nevertheless, even God didn’t think things through recklessly. To think that there was a system in place that let you choose heaven versus hell. To think that I’d get an extra forty-nine days after death. Well, this was fine too. Either way, I’d go to heaven without hesitation……
While thinking these things, my senses dimmed little by little as if it was time to sleep.