Let’s talk one last time, in the place where everything’s weightless.

This is the final stand, the curtain, the last stair step going down and out the door. My bags have been packed since last week. Everything else will be left– the warm sofa, the crisp pillows and the comfy bed, the television, everything else.

It was a rainy day when Nagato-sama took me in. The streets were soaking with continuous rain. Downpours kept going for days. She took me in, fed me, and let me live. What a wonderful master she was; the thought reeled in my mind for months as I shared my days with her. Life was wonderful.

Not long though since my arrival to that house, Nagato-sama had to go far away. She rarely kept in touch. She rarely comes back. I lived in one house without my master, and no one else. I depended upon myself and no one else. It felt like I became the master of the house since she left the key with me. What to do? And what to make out of this hollow compartment?

The house’s about to be taken down along with everything in it– pictures, letters, and every other precious thing.

I need to move along now. I need to find a new master. Goodbye old house. I’ll leave the key under the doormat.

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Rakuen’s thoughts:

Now then that I’ve got that out of my chest, I’ll leave everything with time. I’ve already completed my transfer onto my new master. My new home calls me. Everything will not repeat, but rather, I’m starting anew with everything I got here– the good times, the awesome experiences, all the good people. I will not die, I’ll just close my eyes and sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll prepare breakfast for you.\

This is my last here. Too bad I can’t stay until Christmas though.

Bye-bye, Are-Are.

[Arise]

[Bow]

ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU!!!!