Doki Doki: A God's Life In A World He Didn't Want To Be In

A little girl was playing in the sandbox; she had pink hair and was short but beautiful; she had fair skin and purple eyes, as then two older boys kicked sand into her, making her cry, as then they were kicked by a Young boy spick Silver hair, as he looked at the girl.

The Boy looked at the Girl. "Hey you ok, I am Hikari nice to meet you"

Hikari's eyes then opened, and he saw his room, as woke up from his bed and looked around,

Hikari gut and looked at the mirror where his Emotionless face just looked back at him, he went to the shower and fixed himself up

Hikari stood under the warm stream of water, letting it wash over him as he replayed the scene from his dream. The pink-haired girl, the bullies, his younger self standing up for her—it all felt too real. Was it a memory, buried somewhere deep, or just another figment of his confused mind?

He finished his shower and wrapped a towel around himself, staring into the bathroom mirror. His reflection gazed back, emotionless as always, the same cold stare that had become second nature to him now.

"Was that a dream? Or a memory?" he muttered to himself again, gripping the edges of the sink tightly.

He felt like two versions of himself were at war. One, the hopeful boy who once wanted to protect others, and the other, the version of him now—a god in a world that no longer made sense to him, lost and hollow despite all his power.

The flicker of the past was a painful reminder that something had been lost along the way.

Hikari stared into the mirror, his reflection barely recognizable to him now. The weight of his words lingered in the air as he contemplated his identity.

"So what am I really?" he muttered again. "Even as a god, I feel nothing. Not the things I wanted, not the things I thought would matter..."

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "A test, maybe? Or just some cruel joke."

His gaze hardened as he looked deeper into his own eyes, searching for a hint of the person he once was.

"One thing is clear," he whispered to himself. "I am Hikari To Ai."

The name rolled off his tongue like a declaration, but even as he said it, he wondered what it truly meant to him now. Was he still the hopeful boy with dreams of becoming Wizard King? Or had he transformed into something else entirely—something he wasn't sure he even understood?

The thoughts churned in his mind as he prepared to face the day ahead, unsure of what it would bring but certain of one thing: he was no longer the same person.

Hikari stepped away from the mirror, the cold tile beneath his feet grounding him in a way that no amount of magic or power could. His mind was a storm, each thought crashing into the next like waves in a dark ocean. The memory—or was it a dream?—of the girl in the sandbox haunted him. Who was she? And why did he care?

He dressed mechanically, pulling on his school uniform as if it were armor. Each button he fastened was like a shield, one more layer to hide the truth that even he wasn't sure of anymore. The fake smiles, the forced joy—they had become second nature to him. But how long could he keep it up?

As he left the house, the weight of the morning air pressed down on him. The sky was clear, too blue for the way he felt inside. His feet carried him to school, but his mind was elsewhere. The streets buzzed with life—people going about their business, laughing, talking—but it all felt distant, like a scene from a movie he wasn't a part of.

When he reached the school gates, he paused. The building loomed in front of him, an ordinary place filled with ordinary people—people who had no idea what it felt like to be him. To have a god's power and yet feel so...empty.

As Hikari walked through the hallways, the usual whispers followed him.

"Isn't that the guy who always proposed to Monika?"

"I heard he did something crazy in magic class yesterday. Went all the way to the 7th tier."

"What? No way! He could barely cast 3rd-tier spells last week!"

He ignored them, his eyes scanning the hall for any sign of Monika or Natsuki. They were the only ones who made him feel tethered to this world, even if it was in a complicated, frustrating way.

Eventually, he found Natsuki leaning against a wall near the staircase, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She spotted him and pushed off the wall, walking toward him with a frown.

"You look like crap," she said bluntly, her sharp eyes searching his face for any sign of the old Hikari.

"I feel worse," he replied, not bothering with the fake smile this time. He was tired of pretending, at least with her.

Natsuki raised an eyebrow. "So what's your deal, anyway? One minute you're this cheerful idiot proposing to Monika every day, and the next you're...whatever this is. What happened to you?"

Hikari sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Would you believe me if I said I don't know?"

"Try me," she challenged, her tone softer than usual. She was still abrasive, but there was something in her voice—concern, maybe—that made him want to open up.

He thought back to the memory, or dream, of the little girl in the sandbox. He thought about being a god, about burning the poster of Naruto this morning, about the emptiness that gnawed at him every second of every day.

"I feel like I'm two different people," he said, his voice quiet. "There's the Hikari you all know—the one who wants to be Wizard King, the one who smiles and jokes and acts like everything's fine. And then there's...me. The real me. The one who's tired of all of it. The one who doesn't know what the point of anything is anymore."

Natsuki didn't say anything at first, just watched him carefully. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "You sound like someone who's given up."

"Maybe I have."

She frowned, stepping closer. "That's a load of crap, and you know it."

Hikari blinked, surprised by her intensity.

"Look," Natsuki continued, "I don't know what's going on with you, and honestly, I don't care. But if you're going to sit there and tell me you've given up, then you're an idiot. Because no one who gives up keeps going like you do. You're still here, aren't you? You still care enough to try."

Hikari looked away, unsure how to respond. She was right, in a way. He was still here, still going through the motions, still faking the smiles. But was that really enough?

Before he could say anything, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. Natsuki glanced toward the classroom door, then back at him.

"Think about it," she said quietly before walking away.

Hikari watched her go, his mind racing. Was he really still trying? Or was he just going through the motions because he didn't know what else to do?

The day dragged on in a haze. Classes passed in a blur of lectures and notes, none of which Hikari paid much attention to. His mind was too preoccupied with the conversation with Natsuki and the nagging question that kept replaying in his head: Who was he really?

When the final bell rang, he felt a strange sense of relief. He made his way back to the rooftop, where he often went to be alone. The wind was cool against his face as he sat down on the edge, staring out at the city below.

The memory of the little girl in the sandbox came back to him. Her face was still blurry in his mind, but the feeling—the sense of protectiveness he had felt for her—was clear as day. Was that the real him? The version of Hikari who cared about others, who wanted to be a hero?

Or was that just another illusion?

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the rooftop, Hikari closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He didn't have the answers yet. Maybe he never would. But for now, he would keep going. Keep faking the smiles, keep pretending everything was fine—until he figured out what the real Hikari wanted.

And if that meant playing the part of the happy, determined boy who wanted to become Wizard King, then so be it.

For now, it was the only thing keeping him anchored to this world.

Hikari looked at the sky. "I am a god... I killed myself because I had done everything, because there was no one, and because I felt detached from everything. And now, as a god, I feel even more detached."

"I wouldn't say you're entirely detached."

Hikari turned his head toward the voice and saw a cat casually walking toward him. It had sleek black fur and glowing green eyes. The cat stopped in front of him and sat down.

The cat tilted its head. "Call me Leahcim."

Hikari blinked at the sight, his expression unmoved. "I'm not even going to question this," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Leahcim smirked—or as much as a cat could smirk. "Good, that'll save us some time."

Hikari sighed and leaned back against the railing of the rooftop, staring up at the sky again. "So, what are you supposed to be? Some messenger of God? An illusion? A joke in this twisted existence?"

Leahcim swished its tail back and forth, its glowing eyes fixed on him. "I'm here to help you, though whether you see it that way is up to you. You're not detached because you're a god, Hikari. You're detached because you think that's what being a god means."

Hikari scoffed. "And you would know this, how? What could you, a talking cat, possibly know about what I've gone through?"

Leahcim jumped onto the railing beside him, casually flicking a paw. "More than you think. The real question is, what do you know about being a god? You say you've done everything, experienced everything, but if that's true, why are you still here? Why haven't you left this world behind?"

Hikari remained silent for a moment, staring at the cat with a mix of irritation and curiosity. He didn't have an answer. Not one he wanted to admit, at least.

Leahcim continued, sensing the hesitation. "There's something still keeping you here, even if you won't admit it. You might be a god, but that doesn't mean you're immune to longing, to purpose. You're still searching for something, Hikari. Something more than just power."

Hikari clenched his fists, the words cutting deeper than he expected. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but Leahcim was right. He wasn't detached because he wanted to be—he was detached because he didn't know what else to feel. He had been pretending for so long, he'd forgotten what it meant to be real.

"And what's your point?" Hikari asked, his voice softer now, though still guarded. "What am I supposed to do about it?"

Leahcim's eyes softened as the cat hopped down, sitting in front of him again. "You stop pretending. You stop faking it. You may be a god, but you still feel. You still care. You're not as detached as you want to believe."

Hikari thought back to the conversation he had with Natsuki earlier that day, when she questioned his fake smile. He had been hiding behind that mask for so long, but for what? To protect himself? Or to avoid confronting the truth?

Leahcim's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You have connections, Hikari. You care about people—Yuri, Natsuki. You can't pretend those feelings don't exist, even if you try."

Hikari looked away, unsure of what to say. "Why does it matter?" he finally asked. "I'm still a god, no matter what I feel. None of this will change that."

Leahcim shrugged. "It matters because you're not done. You think you've seen and done it all, but you haven't. You still have something left to discover, even if you don't know what it is yet. And until you figure that out, you'll keep feeling this way."

Hikari stood there, letting the cat's words sink in. The truth was, he didn't know what he was looking for anymore. He had accomplished everything he thought he wanted, and yet...something was still missing.

Leahcim got up and started walking toward the door leading off the rooftop. "I'll be around if you need me. But remember, being a god isn't about having all the answers. It's about finding the ones that matter."

As the cat disappeared from sight, Hikari stared up at the sky again. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He didn't have all the answers—maybe Leahcim was right about that. But one thing was certain: he couldn't keep pretending forever.

He needed to figure out who he really was.

To be continued

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