Otherside Picnic: Volume 9 [Parts 1 to 4] by Iori Miyazawa

Author:Iori Miyazawa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Light Novel, partial, mystery, sci-fi, available in print, anime, adventure, survival, yuri, creepypasta
Publisher: J-Novel Club (generated)

“We’re here!”

“We’re letting ourselves in.”

We’d come to Kozakura’s mansion in Shakujii-kouen, and were about to make ourselves at home. Kozakura had accepted our visits under two conditions: that we tell her we were coming in advance, and we ring the bell when we arrive.

As soon as we were in the entranceway, I knew something was off. The lights were turned on even though it was the middle of the day. Despite being more timid than the average person, bright lights made Kozakura uneasy, so her mansion was always gloomy. There had been one period that was an exception to that, though...

“You think Kozakura’s okay?” Toriko asked, worried.

The last time it had been like this was after she’d suffered an emotional shock in the other world. Back then, she’d left all the lights in the house on and had been unable to sleep without sleep meds.

“Did anything happen recently?” I wondered aloud.

“Hrmm... Nothing’s coming to mind. Have you been here recently, Sorawo?”

“I was here last week, but everything was normal then.”

As we were talking in hushed voices in the area where we were supposed to take off our shoes, someone poked their head out of the combined dining room and kitchen. It was the expressionless face of a child, with long black hair that almost reached the floor.

“Oh, it’s Kasumi—hey there,” Toriko greeted her. Kasumi remained impassive.

“Hello,” she replied casually in English, then walked over to us, her feet slapping against the floor. She was holding an ice pop with a white layer of frost on it, freshly plucked from the freezer. When Kasumi reached the front door, she looked from Toriko to me.

“Greetings!” she exclaimed.

“Huh?” I replied, confused.

“You need to greet people. Properly.”

Toriko burst out laughing at this. “S-Sorawo... She’s mad at you because you didn’t greet her.”

“Wait, at me?!”

“I mean, yeah. That’s gotta be what it’s about...”

Slightly miffed, I said, “Yeah, yeah. Hello.”

“One yeah is enough,” Kasumi said before turning around and running off.

“What was that all about?” I grumbled.

Yep, I knew I hated kids.

Feeling aggrieved at Toriko, who was leaning against the shoe box as she tittered, I took off my shoes and headed further inside. “Hold on, hold on,” Toriko called after me as she followed.

The brightly illuminated hallway had a fresh coat of wallpaper. The white paper had a crayon drawing of a train running through the grasslands. It was immediately clear it must have been Kasumi’s handiwork.

Kasumi opened the door on the left and went in. That was Kozakura’s room. We followed her.

“Hey, Kozakura-san,” I greeted her.

“We’re here,” Toriko added cheerily.

“Hm? Oh...”

Kozakura, who had been staring at her multidisplay setup, typing away without even a glance in our direction, turned as if she had just noticed our arrival.

Then she spoke. “Hey! Don’t walk around while you’re eating an ice pop! You’re supposed to sit down.”

“Mmm.”

“If you trip, the stick will get rammed up your throat and you’ll die, okay? If I catch you eating them like that again, I won’t buy ice pops anymore.”

“Hmmm.”

“Where’re your words?”

“’kay.

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