Omake 14: Two ‘Villains’ (2/2)

Warning: The Fourth Wall was sent to ICU because of this omake.

If I was honest with the entire situation, I was kind of disliking the horrible turn this unexpected encounter created out of a stupid misunderstanding.

A stupid misunderstanding that was currently worsening the predicament I was facing despite my efforts of trying to push off the current reason behind the murderous stares I was getting these many glares all at once.

The strongest of the small group of people that were currently trying to wrestle their way to take Katarina off of me.

The issue? They had to face the group of people that were close to me and were trying to defend me from the vicious assault they were planning to go through.

I wasn’t much terrified. I could technically use my stand to push myself off the ground and move away from the dangerous mob. But that wouldn’t work well on me considering how angry they were getting the more they were kept from recovering their uniting element.

Thinking was also a problem as the wailing of the girl that was still grasping at me as if her life depended on it. I knew that it was realistic for her entire mindset to be shaken at the revelation that we were both fake in some sense. That our realities were the result of some authors’ creative mind.

It was shocking for me too… but then again the Jojoverse itself had some correlation to the chances of it all being the result of deities meddling with reality itself to ensue the greatest of amusements.

The Beyond, the metafictional capacity to subvert the plot and any threats through the favor of a being that could manipulate space and time for the sake of supporting a character, the protagonist of a story, through the worst hardships.

While this concept didn’t seem to be one within this timeline, I was conscious that other timelines could influence this one and that keeping an eye out for some development in that matter was a must.

With that serious thought passing through the annoyance-filled wall that was formed before Katarina’s inconsolable self, I finally managed to get a few legitimate questions to myself.

A question that got me to tense up and irk up.

Why am I allowing this anime-like situation to continue if I’m on the right side of the argument? Why am I afraid of something if I could easily swat away anything they can throw at me?

Indeed, why?

My lips twitched in displeasure and I carefully patted Katarina’s upper back. The patting persisted until she finally dropped the whole wailing and started to pinch at my shoulders for the unpleasant sensation.

“Stop it.”

“Only if you help me stop them before your friends start to fight my friends.”

The stern comment got a quick frown out of the brunette, but Katarina soon turned around and saw how tense the situation was indeed worthy of some concern.

“Why are they-”

“They believe I’ve kidnapped you,” I interjected flatly. “You really need to find a way to handle misunderstanding a little before this much happens.”

She bowed her head in brief embarrassment as this was an element that she was cursed to experience ever since she was reincarnated.

While she was the friendly goofball that would hardly try to maim something or someone innocent, she was also fairly unable to settle any misunderstandings before those get out of hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re trying, but I want you to do better than this,” I commented kindly. “Like really, just lessen up the paranoia-”

“A-And allow the death end to happen?”

“I think you’re pretty far from experiencing one.”

“W-What if there was a sequel and… the original Katarina was-”

“I think whatever sequel comes out of the original story will have no correlation to what you achieved now. Stop worrying about yourself and start worrying for your friends- like Speedwagon is starting to use his hat.”

That got us both to bolt to stop the escalation of the aggressive groups.

While Katarina worked to calm down her friends, I tried to sedate those I knew and cared about.

Hannah was particularly difficult to pull away from the heated bickering with Mary Hunt, the two women exchanging quite the vicious comments and growing more and more pissed by the minute.

In the end, any violence was prevented and nobody got hurt from the lengthy clash, but still the discussion that ensued ended up spanning several minutes worth of nerve-wracking questioning and answering.

It was implicit among Katarina and me that if we discussed the real reason behind our decision to trust each other, the situation would turn badly on us both.

Secrecy and lying were implemented, and it all worked out well for the two of us.

With my group believing in my truthfulness, while the others would never expect Katarina to be a little more than a weird-minded airhead, the process of convincing both parties ended up surprisingly well.

The discussion didn’t extend for long as the portal was coming close to shut down, forcing the Katarina’s group to leave as quickly as they could.

The farewells were quick and somewhat hasty, but a shared promise was signed through a single stare between the girl and I.

A promise of self-improvement, but also investigation for the truth.

Who was the one behind my ordeal? Who was my pseudo-Beyond!?

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“Man, I should’ve finished that shower earlier and- Uh?”

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A frown. “I don’t recall writing this much...”

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A shrug. “Heh, maybe I forgot. Wouldn’t be the first time.

And with that, Bukharin decided to end that chapter with a simple AN. Already craving some sleep at the late hour.