Tanguro was left bewildered by the shocking revelation that unfolded before him. He stood at the threshold of his own house, staring at the audacious girl who boldly claimed it as her own.
"Mom, there is a stranger at the door claiming he owns our house," the peculiar girl declared, prompting her mother to hasten down the stairs.
"Kyoto, there is no one there. The door is locked. Please, I'm terribly busy right now. Could you save your jokes for another time?" Her mother retorted as she ascended the stairs again. "But Mom, he is right there," Kyoto insisted, pointing at the door.
Tanguro was quick to reach for his phone, contemplating a call to the emergency number to report this trespasser. "Hello? There's a situation in my home. I need you to come and remove this intruder. It seems like she's a little demented."
"Who are you branding as crazy?" Kyoto retorted, her agitation palpable.
"Stay calm, help is on its way," Tanguro reassured, oblivious to the arrival of Kyoto's mother, who was convinced that her daughter was behaving erratically.
As time elapsed, the police arrived, led by Tanguro, who introduced the girl named Kyoto. "Officer, there she is—the the crazy girl I was referring to. She's seated on my couch, indulging in my popcorn," Tanguro pointed out with exasperation. Furious at his accusation, Kyoto interjected, "Whose popcorn now? and why is there an officer in my house?" However, to the officer's bafflement, the couch remained unoccupied. "I apologize, young man, but I can only perceive your presence here. There's no crazy person here but you, and popcorn is nowhere in sight. Young people these days, your dependence on substances is concerning. I could subject you to a drug test, but my son's birthday celebration is just hours away. I'll let you off with a caution. Sort out your affairs, young man," the officer advised before exiting, leaving Tanguro in a state of bewilderment.
"Alright, I think I've cracked this. There's a ghost haunting my house," Tanguro asserted, directing his gaze at Kyoto.
"Who are you calling a ghost? My mom entered this room and couldn't see you either," Kyoto countered, leaving Tanguro perplexed. "Alright then, let's head upstairs and witness your mother's reaction when she encounters me," Tanguro suggested.
Ascending the stairs alongside Kyoto, Kyoto confronted her mother in the home library. "So, how's my favorite mother doing?" Kyoto inquired, hoping she could see Tanguro. "Any other moms I should be aware of, apart from me?" Kyoto's mother responded, confirming her inability to perceive Tanguro. "Nope, just you. You're the only mama I've ever known," Kyoto responded, raising concerns for her mother. "Well, I suppose you're alright then. Kyoto, is everything okay with you?" her mother probed, sensing an unusual air about her daughter. "I'm fine, Mom," Kyoto replied before retreating from the room with Tanguro walking by her side.
"Now, listen carefully. I'll say this only once: this is my residence, and you need to depart," Kyoto asserted, her grip on Tanguro's collar firm.
"Your dwelling? Not likely. This house has been within my family for generations, even before we migrated to the United States," Tanguro retorted, disengaging from Kyoto's hold. Unwilling to share her abode with a stranger, Kyoto proposed a resolution through a round of rock-paper-scissors, with the victor gaining ownership. They confronted each other, a tense atmosphere shrouding them as they initiated an extraordinary contest, chanting "Rock-paper-scissors." Despite their attempts, they failed to diverge from their selections as they selected the same Element every time.
After hours of grappling with the inconclusive game, they stood as equals, baffled by the harmony of their minds. Frustration surged within Kyoto, resulting in a punch to Tanguro's cheek. Yet, her assault proved ineffectual, her fist passing through him as if he were a phantom. Although she could make contact with Tanguro, Tanguro remained intangible when she aimed to harm him. "Are you some sort of apparition?" Kyoto quizzed, astonished by the perplexing phenomenon. "No, this has never happened before," Tanguro replied, springing forth with a fist aimed at Kyoto's face. It traversed through her, leaving her terrified. "What's the matter with you , you Dumb ass?" kyoto said in anxiety. "My blow went straight through you," Tanguro observed. "what if it hadint ? That punch could kill three men, let alone a small girl like me," Kyoto reasoned, retreating behind the sofa. Tanguro sought to console her, extending his hand. "I apologize, alright? I was merely testing a hypothesis. We can touch each other now your hands are in my hands. It's that a sign that whatever put us in this predicament we are ensnared to discourage us from causing harm to each other?"
Kyoto's curiosity led her to query, "How can you remain so composed during this chaos?" She mused further, "Perhaps one of us is demented, fabricating the other's existence. Nobody apart from us can perceive our presence. Or maybe I'm the deranged one, conjuring you and even that police officer in my mind." kyoto said. "I'm certain of my own reality, but I can't vouch for yours. Perhaps I'm the one who's deranged," Tanguro mused, his tone tinged with melancholy. "Nevertheless, it's late, and we must face tomorrow with renewed vigor. Let's retire for the night. Perhaps one of us will have vanished by morning," Tanguro suggested. "I never did catch your name, enigmatic creation of my imagination," Kyoto confessed, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I am Tanguro. I'm a fellow resident of this insanity. And you are?" Tanguro inquired. but she diverted the conversation "Well, Tanguro, our apartment comprises two bedrooms. One belongs to my mother, and the other..."
Kyoto's voice trailed off, leaving a sense of anticipation lingering in the air.
"...and the other?" Tanguro probed, his curiosity piqued.
"The other belongs to me," Kyoto declared with a mischievous smile. "So, where do you intend to rest your head tonight?"
Tanguro chuckled, caught off guard by Kyoto's playful demeanor. "And where would you prefer me to sleep?" he retorted.
Kyoto's eyes twinkled with a playful glint. "Well, how about sharing my room? As long as you promise not to be a naughty boy. If you misbehave, remember, my fists might be ineffective, but our kitchen knives certainly aren't."
Tanguro grinned, entertained by Kyoto's banter. "I'll be on my best behavior. Besides, considering our peculiar circumstances, I doubt we'll still be together come morning."
A fleeting sense of sadness passed over Kyoto's face, her previous resolve wavered. She realized the connection between them was more than mere coincidence. "Alright, then. Let's call it a night. It's getting late."
They ascended the stairs, their steps echoing through the hallway as they approached their shared destination. The room was dimly lit, the moonlight filtering in through the curtains casting a soft glow. Each claimed a side of the bed, a silent acknowledgment of the inexplicable bond that had formed between them.
As they lay there, enveloped by the comfort of the night, Tanguro broke the silence. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name either, mysterious resident of my newfound reality."
Kyoto smiled, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "It's Kyoto, the enigmatic force that has turned your world upside down."
Tanguro chuckled softly. "Well, Kyoto, here's to a night of uncertain dreams and the promise of an eventful tomorrow."
With that, they drifted into the realm of dreams, two souls intertwined by a twist of fate, bound together in a parallel love that defied the boundaries of the known world.
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And so, in the dimness of the night, their journey continued. Parallel lives converged, hearts entwined, and an adventure like no other awaited them as they navigated the enigma of their connection.