Part 1 of 2 of the 30 Day Writing Challenge I did on tumblr a few months back. They are all UDDUP related so I figured I would post them here!
Day 01 - Beginning
"What is this girl thinking…? Out of the blue she drags me to an alley, has me beat up yazuka for her and then decides I'm her body guard…"
Mamoru thought to himself as he watched over the young girl he just saved sleep, thinking over the events of what happened earlier that day.
He pulled the covers up over her shoulders to keep her warm and stared hard at her face, thinking only of that one girl he saw a few years ago in the jungle. The probability of them being the same person is almost nil, but the similarities are there none the less.
"Until death do us part huh… maybe this won't be so bad after all" he turned out the light and closed the door behind him, allowing her to sleep.
Day 02 – Accusation
She couldn't hold back the tears when Igawa held her, trying not to let her interfere. They finally caught on to what was going on, and were accusing him of murder. She begged them to take her instead, but they wouldn't listen.
"Please don't take him away!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping she would reach them to let him go.
Mamoru looked up at Haruka, he knew he couldn't get away from this, if he tried he could get into a lot more deep shit and he couldn't do that in front of Haruka.
That expression on his face killed her inside. It was one of defeat, and even though she'd seen this plenty of times in her visions, it was much worse in person. Her tear stained face wouldn't look away, as his wouldn't either.
The officers brought him to his feet and led him out the door, and as it closed behind them, Haruka lost all composure she had left and fell to her knees and wept.
Day 3 - Restless
4:00 am. Not the best time to be still awake. Restless nights have become a common occurrence lately and it's started to become a bother.
Mamoru climbed out of bed and reached for his glasses. Sliding them on his face he walked out of his room and down the stairs into the kitchen. He started a pot of coffee and leaned against the counter waiting for it to brew.
Finally pouring his first cup he took a gulp and walked back up the stairs to his room. Setting down his mug and his glasses on his bedside table he crawled back into bed, and was greeted with something unusual.
He was surprised he didn't hear her sobs at first, they were so faint. He silently grabbed his blanket and spread it over the both of them, noticing her shakes subsided and her sobs come to a halt.
Mamoru laid down on his back and rested his hands behind his head, trying to fall asleep again. But not before Haruka snuggled against him and rested her arm over his chest, falling asleep herself. He would let it go, just this once.
Day 4 - Snowflake
The wind was brisk on his face, he could also feel snowflakes land on his cheek. He didn't think his glasses could register the small precipitation, but he could definetly tell it was snowing. Mamoru placed his hands in his pockets and shuddered a little bit from the cold. He was more sensitive to it, but he enjoyed it. His big fur lined coat protected him from the elements, so he could enjoy the some-what beautiful day without any interruptions—
-SMACK-
It hit him like a truck. He didn't sense it coming? What was it that hit him? He took his hand out of his pocket and felt his now reddened cheek; snow. Just then he heard a set of young giggles from whom he assumed Haruka and another snowball whizzed passed him, missing him this time.
Mamoru grinned and knelt down, picking up a bundle of snow and packing it into his own snowball, and pinpointed where Haruka was and threw it as hard as he could.
"Na-na ~ missed meeee~~"
The taunts weren't helping.
"Let the games commence"
Day 5 – Haze
Lately she had been feeling she was surrounded by a haze. Nothing seemed to go right, her premonitions were frequently wrong, and everybody around her seemed to change…
No one was happy anymore, she often fought with Mamoru more then anything. Her and Juliet didn't seem as close, and Igawa was always kept away in his room, which was unlike him. Even the obnoxious and ever loud Dai was on the down low, not even picking a fight with Mamoru.
She felt like she was failing everybody… maybe if she left for a while things would eventually go back to normal.
Day 6 - Flame
She looked at herself in the mirror, spraying some perfume on her neck and chest. Mamoru liked this scent, so she always wore it. She never wore make up, never did her hair in any particular way, even though he said he prefers it down, and she never wore anything really fancy to impress unless it was on her own accord. Taking a deep breath she turned off the bathroom light and walked into the master bedroom.
Everything was quiet, except for some soft music in the background. She moved over to the bed and stopped before the side table, and lit a match. The warmth was nice, as she was a tad cold in the get up she was in. She brought the match to a scented candle and watched the flame dance before crawling into bed, and being taken away to a land of bliss.
Day 7 - Formal
They day that Mamoru feared the most, Haruka's high school prom. Surely there would be a stupid kid she would bring to their door step to take her away to dance, drink punch and do what he wants with her in a crappy motel room.
Juliet was running around everywhere to make her night special, getting her a dress, doing her hair and make up. Haruka kept saying to not bother with everything, she should just wear a dress and go as normal. Juliet of course resisted and insisted on spending hundreds of dollars on her.
The night of the prom finally came, and Mamoru just sat on the couch, cane in hand ready for the door bell to ring. Needless to say he was extremely surprised when Haruka came down the stairs in a gorgeous ball down, her hair in a bun and the scent of beautiful perfume wafting through the room. She stood there, waiting for something. Her date never showed up, he was ready to beat some kids ass.
Standing up he walked towards Haruka and before he could say anything she asked quietly
"Are you ready to go Mamoru-san?"
Day 8 - Companion
Mamoru always preferred to do things alone, up until The Elements Network paired him up with Igawa. Even then, he didn't want to be. The next opportunity he got he would work and live alone.
Until a young girl came around, and told him they'd be together, until death do they part. He didn't believe it at first, she was just spewing non-sense, or had some weird obsessive crush on him.
20 years later he couldn't be happier having her by his side. A friend, a lover, a companion.
Day 9 - Move
Moving day. Her and Mamoru were finally moving into their own place, Igawa, Alpha and the others came along to help carry everything into their new apartment.
After getting everything set up, burgers were cooked and beers handed out everybody was enjoying the celebration of a new home. Kitchen was stocked of food, curtains put up and the furniture was finally placed, much to Mamoru's dismay of it not being in the same spots as their old place.
That night Haruka and Mamoru were asleep in their new bed, which Mamoru was not used to. Tired of trying to get comfortable, he got up out of bed to get a glass of water, only to walk out of the bedroom and 5 feet into the living room and knocking his shin against the coffee table, waking Haruka up immediately. She thought it'd be better not to investigate, because his swearing pretty much said it all.
Day 10 – Silver
Sword. Gun. Arm.
The flashing of metal gleamed in the sunlight, the three of them sparring together caused quite a ruckus.
They all had only one goal, and not one was more important than the other. Clashing against one another like oil and water, they will do anything to reach it.
Even if it means spilling blood, and halting life.
Day 11 - Prepared
Nothing could have prepared Haruka for the day she would always remember as her own "Dooms-day"
Earlier that day Mamoru had been in a good mood for once, he had to almost drag Haruka away from the kitchen to accompany him on his motorcycle to the cake shop. He got a German chocolate cake with strawberries on top, his own quick choice this time, which made Haruka sigh with relief because it usually took a good 10 minutes to choose which kind he wanted.
Bringing it home and putting it in the fridge for after dinner, Mamoru had disappeared again to go train for the day, leaving Haruka in the kitchen finally to prepare for the evening. They were having company over later and she wanted everything to be perfect.
Dinner came and went, they had the usual crew over. Everybody was sitting in the living room chatting it up when Mamoru silently stood up to sneak into the kitchen to eat his cake.
A crash in the kitchen broke the happy moment. Followed by a deep, grave yell, a sword being unsheathed and Dai running out of the kitchen and out the back door still holding a plate of cake, Mamoru following close behind him with his sword in hand and that demonic aura around him.
Day 12 - Knowledge
(I got this idea originally from Cee with one of her drabbles about Haruka going away for college, so credit to her for the origin of this one)
It got lonely, and quite boring at the house after she had left. They had talked on the phone a few times, while it was hard to do to with her busy schedule, hearing the phone ring was the highlight to his day.
Of course trying to play it off cool in front of Igawa who stayed with him while Haurka was away so he wouldn't get too lonely as Igawa put it. Mamoru just rolled his eyes and walked into the other room, ignoring him.
One day Mamoru was sitting on his bed, wondering why she hadn't called lately. Maybe it was finals week? She found some friends and had forgotten about him? Unlikely… but the thoughts raced through his mind.
He got up, grabbed his cane and marched down the steps and into the garage where Igawa was working on once again another trinket. Ignoring him again, Mamoru climbed onto his motorcycle, took off his glasses, dawned his helmet and revved up the bike, squealing out of the garage.
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Arriving at the University, and creating quite a bit of attention for himself he parked the bike and grabbed his cane out of the holster. Probably raising quite a few questions as to why a blind man was driving a motorcycle, but not caring enough to pay any attention to the students around him.
Guessing Haruka was at the library, he walked inside and looked about, until his glasses picked up on a small figure hunched over a table with a pile of books around them. The indicator on his glasses read it as "H", just the person he was looking for. He wondered what kind of knowledge she was getting, what subjects she had been studying, she hadn't talked much about her studies on the phone.
Slowly walking towards her, keeping his cane off the ground and his boots from making too much noise he stopped behind her, rested his cane against his leg and wrapped his hands around her head, covering her eyes.
"Guess who?"
Day 13 - Denial
He sat next to her day in and day out, never leaving her side.
The beeping monitor next to him, the oxygen tank pump, the IV drip… every sound filled his eardrums.
Every minute that passed by was agonizing, it had been three weeks since he had heard her voice… since she had said those three words to him he could never muster to return.
No matter how many times the doctors talked to him, he couldn't believe that she would never wake up.
Burying his head in his hands, he sighed, hoping for a miracle.
Day 14 - Wind
The wind was a lot colder that day, or maybe it was because they were riding up a skii lift to the bunny slope to start their night of skiing. Haruka fiddled with her gloves and rubbed her hands together to keep them warm, while also trying to hold onto her skii poles.
Right next to her Mamoru sat still, glancing over at Haruka trying to keep everything together. Holding onto his own skii poles with his thick gloves, he put both of them into one hand and pulled his gloves off and handed them to Haruka.
"You should have worn warmer gloves," he said holding his gloves in front of her face. Haruka looked at him shaking her head,
"Oh, no Mamoru-san I'm fine… they should warm up in a bit. Besides you need yours,"
Mamoru didn't say anything and continued to hold the gloves in front of her, eventually she graciously took them and put them on her hands. Even though they were exceptionally large for her, they did keep her hands warm. She looked back up at Mamoru and smiled, him looking off into the distance, keeping his fur-lined coat close to his face to protect his cheeks, they were quite pink in color, which made her giggle slightly.
Mamoru glanced over at Haruka again, curious as to what had her in such a good mood.
"What's your deal?"
"Nothing~ We're almost to the top, are you ready?" Haruka giggled again and grabbed onto her skii poles and readied her feet for landing
"Ready as I'll ever be I guess,"
Day 15 - Order
"Blade"
Mamoru sat in his chair leaning almost all the way back, head down and arms crossed over his chest. His cane was laid across his lap, within grabbing reach.
"… Blade"
He sat still as a rock, aside from his breathing. It was as if he was… sleeping.
"Now I know you ain't deaf, Blade. You should at least listen in on these meetings for once"
Alpha sat at the head of the table, his hands leaning on it hunched over, about ready to lunge at the swordsman for practically falling asleep in yet again, another very important meeting between The Wall. His patience was running out this time around.
Sierra sitting to the right of Alpha, and right next to Mamoru, she looked at him and grinned a bit. Leaning over slightly, her chair creaking, she reached out for his cane. Just as she was about to touch it, Mamoru grabbed it and jabbed it at her, barely touching her throat. He tilted his head up just enough that you could see his menacing demeanor.
"You don't gotta order me around Alpha, you know I'm listening. As for you Sierra, next time try to do it without making it obvious," he brought his cane back to him, and stood up and left the meeting room.
Alpha face-palmed and sighed, while Sierra kept staring at the door to where the swordsman left.