Another idea that I did write down on paper! ... well... at this moment on the computer, but before writting this here I wrote this... Let's leave this as I wrote the idea that it's the important thing right now, okay? =$ Good. Now enjoy the reading, review and if you have any idea about another story, please tell me~! That's all! Thanks for reading this and now with the story.
A/N; The beta reader is still busy so I will update the chapters and then change the mistakes, you know, when the beta reader check the mistakes. I'm sorry! T/\T
When it appear like this, It's a dream-mode... or something like that.
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One-shot: I can't forget
I can't forget what happened years ago. It doesn't matter how much time pass, I still remember the feelings that I felt when I saw Ayaka being crashed by a van. There are times that the nightmares aren't that bad, but the are others that can't be forgotten. I don't want to forget about sister, but I don't want to remember the bad memorys that pass by my head.
It's almost the anniversary of her death, and I still don't know if I should go back home. I have been going every year, like nothing happened, but the lastest nightmares where too hard to handle and I don't know if I will be able to face sister grave. I loved her like no one else, and I was the cause of her death... even so, Yakumo told me that she didn't blame me at all, and I can't understand that.
If she was still alive she should be studying to be a doctor, or a musician, or a lawyer. It didn't matter at what, she would be smart enough to finish her carer and would have really good notes. It was always like that. She would be better than me at anything, but she was still very kind and say that it wasn't true. There are times that i miss her and i wish that she was the one beside me. But then I remember that thanks to her, in some strange way, I met Yakumo. And I will be grateful for it for all my live.
I was playing with Ayaka in the park that was 10 minutes of home. We often when there to play and there were times where we played with other kids. I remember that she was the trusting one and that every child liked her, even at first sight. We often were asked if we really were sisters, becouse I was the one that looked like a boy instanted a girl. I always got annoyed by that fact but Ayaka would always defend me.
There weren't children playing around, so we decided to play with a ball that our aunt gave us as a present. I liked to play with Ayaka, and because she was often busy we couldn't play so much. So whenever she had free time, she would come to me to play with her. Or playing the piano, or playing with the ball, or anything else, except little dolls. I never was of the dolls type, I was more of the outside games. On it I was the best.
We were playing like any other day and we were having so much fun. But then I started to remember that before reaching the park, two older woman asked us if we were really sisters and I got mad. Because Ayaka was always the best and I was always the one on second place. While thinking all of this, I was about to throw the ball. I didn't know that I throw it that hard until i saw Ayaka running to catch it. I went after her and saw that she was going to the car road. I also saw that a van was going on there and the last thing I saw was that Ayaka was hit.
I woke up and let out a scream. I was breath hard and I knew that I was crying if I didn't feel anything. I was already on a sitting position and I was clinging my T-shirt and I was feeling like I was the one that got hit. I closed my eyes and started to sob, I was already so scared of the memory that i didn't realize that Yakumo was calling my name.
I was still sobbing and crying and I had to cling to something, anything. Yakumo's T-shirt was the first thing that appeared in front of me, so I clung to him. I wasn't hearing what Yakumo was trying to say me, but I was feeling that his hug was going tighter and I really felt secure in his arms. He started to rub my back and slowly I started to calm down. After some minutes, I stopped crying and sobbing, but I was still clinging to him. It was always like this. Whenever I felt bad he would hug me, even if it isn't his true nature.
"You already calmed down?" He whispered in my ear. I didn't know if my voice would be good enought to talk, so I just nodded.
We stayed in silence a little bit more. It wasn't an arwark silence, it was very warm and you could see that we were very comfortable. At last, I was. One of his hands left my back to appear on the back of my head, just touching my hair like I was a kid. I didn't like to be treated like a kid, but right now I wouldn't mind to be a bit spoiled.
Even if he didn't ask about the dream, I knew that he wanted to know about it. After all, I could see that he was worried about it. I didn't leave his arms, but I moved enough so that I could talk.
"I saw it." I told him. It was't enought and I didn't need to see his face to know that he was frowning. "I saw her death." I whispered this time. He was stroking my hair and I wished that he didn't stop.
I knew that he wasn't used to this type of wake up and I felt sorry for him, but I needed him to be near, I needed him to be by my side and if he was willing to do all of this for me, I would give him everything. If he was willing to do that for me, I was willing to tell him every feeling, every deep though and every dark piece of me.
I came out of his arms so that I was facing him. He stared at me with those eyes that I liked so much. I didn't found nor can't found frightning his red eyes, it was beautiful and whoever that though the opposite, was complete blind.
"Do you want to come with me to the anniversary... of my sister?" I asked him. For a second I saw that he was shocked and I didn't took it very well. I'm sure that I looked dessesperated, but I didn't mind it.
"You want me to?" he asked me and now I was the shocked one. I though that he was going to put any excuse not to come. I nodded and he almost smiled. "Then I will-" I throw myself on him and we ended on the bed, with me on top of him. "Go." he finished with a smile while I giggle at his voice.
I looked at his eyes and smiled more. I bend down and kissed him. I knew that he wasn't expecting me to do so, but I was too happy to explain something talking, so I showed him what made me feel with that answer. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and his were on my waist, making me be nearer than I was before. After some minutes we had to breath, so I stopped and smiled at him. But what he did now was what I wasn't expecting. This time he kissed me and made us roll so that now he was on top. I loved that feeling, and it ended too soon. He pulled off and kissed my forehead.
"Now to sleep." he told me before closing his eyes.
I saw him sleep for some minutes before yawning and going back to sleep, but not before telling him something that I really felt.
"I love you and I live for you..." then I was sleep, so that I couldn't see his smirk.