Rose was an artist and musician in her past life, she died somehow and got reincarnated as the villainess of an otome game she keeps hearing about.
Seriously! Why did you reincarnate me? I wanna sleep! Don't wanna gooooooooo!!!! Let me sleep!
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Synopsis
Hate. Love. Those feelings.. are they directed towards you? That tug. That hope. That dying light. Who are you?
Talented at procrastinating and being lazy, Rose, an artist from modern time died.
The end.
Not.
She got reincarnated.
Now as Yukino, she had simply thought that she could still laze around all day. But nope, fate officially hates. After a series of events and mysteries unfolding Yukino is forced to get off her lazy ass and do some work, hoping that in the end she will be able to once again laze around. However, fate hates her. Twisting and pulling her around and around.
So will everything go as planned?
THE PICTURE (COVER) DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!! IT BELONGS TO THE AMAZING ARTIST WHO DREW IT!!!! WHICH WAS NOT ME!
Chapter 1~
Death is the inevitable, bound to happen to every living thing. However, it is not the end. The cycles of birth, death, and rebirth, so similar to the never ending cycle of a phoenix's who turned into ashes only to once again rise. Every beginning after all, can only begin with the end of another.
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Most people know how they died when they're dead. Or at least has a slight idea of how they died. Rose however, does not.
The young 16 year old girl was sitting on her knees, eyes looking about as confusion clouded her brain.
She knew she was dead. She however has no clue how she died. Her brain was trying to reel in an idea, any logical explanation that could possibly work, she was after all a very healthy person. Even bothering to work out at least once per month. She wasn't suffering from cancer or any diseases as far as she knows. She didn't die from a truck or car cause the last thing she remembered doing was going to sleep. She is 100, or at least 99.9999999999999999999 percent sure that she did not die from old age. She was 16 for Pete's sake!
Which lead to her conclusion, she was either murdered which was highly unlikely as she was a very likeable person (okay maybe not), but she doubted that they hated her enough to kill her. So there was the other conclusion she arrived to, the most ridiculous one of them all. She had fallen out of her bed, bonked her head, and she never got up in the morning.
The simple thought had made her cringe.
Although there were questions piling up about how she died, there was a more pressing matter at hand.
Where in the God forsaken world was she?
She looked around first down, only to see a reflection of herself, knowing that wasn't going to give her a clue as to where she is, she started looking around and immediately tensed. Bright, colorful orbs were floating around. It would have been cool, like some sort of fantasy landscape if it weren't for the fact that some orbs were flying right at her.
Rose leapt to her feet and growled at the orbs that were at first coming near her slowly, but then they started gradually gaining speed.
You see there were only a handful of things that could possibly make Rose willingly get off her lazy butt. Family and friend crisis was one, getting loud things to shut up was another, and insects was the last.
Rose and insects don't usually work well together, sure she's a curious soul and she finds some insects very interesting sometimes, however that didn't change the bad blood between them.
She will admire them from afar but once they come close, she would act as if she's facing her life long enemy. These orby thingy immediately fell under the insect list.
Rose warily stared at the incoming orbs zooming towards her before she turned to run, only to be faced with another wave of orbs.
Only then did she realize that the orbs were coming at her from every direction.
"What the bloody hell?" Rose cursed as she could do nothing about the orbs. One orb was about to touch her and she closed her eyes, expecting a lot of pain since they looked like thunder balls from afar.
When no pain came, no boom was heard, she slowly opened her eyes. Looking around she saw that all the orbs have stopped.
Rose wanted to scream but the patterns and designs on the orbs made her stop, causing her curious nature to start blooming to its fullest.
Catching sight of a white orb with lots of black squiggles she hesitantly reached out her hand to touch it. When it disappeared upon contact, the orbs were immediately removed from her black list.
Gleefully she started touching more of the orbs, taking each and everyone one in.
She touched a blue one that had silver lines through it.
She touched several gold ones, a light blue one with a swirling white pattern, another golden one but it had something like a blue gem in the center.
Basically, to sum it up, she touched a lot of orbs that day before finally getting bored, and when she is bored she sleeps, so she laid down, her eyelids getting heavy as she fell into a blissful rest, completely unaware of what's awaiting her.
