Asato's POV
The next morning, I, as Taqua, woke up and went to the lab kitchen, where Kiyona and Gen are making breakfast.
"Good morning, everyone," I greeted politely.
They then looked at me.
"Good morning, Asato."
"Good morning to you, Taqua-kun," Kiyona greeted.
Upon hearing that strange name, Gen glanced at her. "Wait, Taqua?"
"Whenever Asato-kun is saying something polite or formal," Kiyona, having known my other personality, responded with an explanation, "he is as Taqua."
"Yes, that's right, Gen-san," I confirmed.
Now understanding my mental state, Gen responded, "I see. I understand your mental health. Must be formed as a response to trauma, isn't it?"
I then shook my head. "No, it has nothing to do with trauma at all. My childhood was very good and happy. Taqua is my character in my own imaginary kingdom, Latel, and he is the ruler of it."
"Oh, okay then."
Gen then resumed frying some eggs.
I then sat down at the table and laid my little notebook and pen on it.
Then, they are now done cooking and served the food on the table.
Once that was done, Kiyona and Gen sat down, and we all did a prayer gesture. "Thanks for the food." We then all grabbed our chopsticks and eat up.
"So, are you going outside today?" Gen asked.
"Yes, I'm planning to get Asato's stuff in my apartment," I, still as Taqua, responded while eating.
"Okay, where's his apartment?"
Then, Kiyona whispers my, or rather, Asato's address to Gen.
Now knowing where Asato lived, Gen said to me, "Okay, I'll help out. I'll give you one of my guns so you can survive."
"Sure, thanks!" I responded. "My kingdom does use guns, too!"
And so, at 8:14 a.m., while Kiyona remained at Gen's lab, me and Gen grabbed our weapons and set out to Asato's apartment home, which, if I remembered what Asato said to me, was at the southeast side of the city. Along the way, we killed zombies and get lost a bit. We saw that there were barely any survivors roaming in the streets. But nonetheless, we arrived at Asato's apartment.
"This is it?" Gen asked.
"Yes." I nodded. "His unit is located on the second floor, unit 6."
We then went in and climbed upstairs to that unit.
Once we opened the door with my keys, we saw that it was barely changed, as if no one ever barged in and wreak havoc in it.
"I guessed no one came in," I commented.
"Are you sure?" Gen asked.
"Yes."
We then began to scavenge the small unit for useful stuff that could fit in our backpacks.
This includes batteries, flashlights, small books, soaps, extra canned food and instant noodles, and some extra clothing.
But for the latter, Gen said that I may use his own clothes, in which I agree.
Later, at 8:55 a.m., we left the apartment, locked the door, and trekked all the way back to Gen's lab building.