Mawata / Radio Tapes
MIRAA ga utsushidasu maboroshi wo ki ni shi nagara
The mirror reflects the illusions in my soul
Itsu no ma ni ka sokudo ageteru no sa
And before I'm aware of it, I'm quickly lifted
Rummaging through the shelves and drawers, Mawata was surprised to find so much junk lurking inside. She knew she had a lot of stuff, but being known to be the most organised of the family, hadn't expected to see so much stuff in one place.
A drawing of a deformed giraffe standing on Tokyo Tower? Why did she ever keep that!? She pushed it aside into one of her two piles. The 'do not want' pile was remarkably bigger than the 'keeping' pile, which was composed of more or less hairclips and sharpeners - useful stuff like that.
"Mayune was right," Mawata said aloud to herself, studying the pile beside her, "I have a lot of useless junk"
Sighing heavily, she pulled out the next drawer, greeted with more mountains of paper and broken crayons that cluttered every inch of space. Thinking back, Mawata wouldn't have been spending a perfect day like this indoors if it wasn't for Mayune. Her nosy sister just had to go riffling through her dressers for God knows what reason. Not that she found whatever it was she was looking for – it took a while to open the first drawer since it was filled to the top with unneeded junk.
She grabbed handfuls of crayons and scrap paper, placing them automatically in the junk pile. After a while, it all became instinct to chuck anything old-looking away. Crayons, paper, broken hair bands, rulers snapped in half, old tapes. She glanced nonchalantly at the tapes, flicking through them like pages in a book.
Old radio recordings by the looks of it. Some were her father's favourites, the rest she could all easily recognise as Sasame's Word Gate.
Mawata was surprised to see that she still had those. How long had it been since the Fenrir incident? What, two, maybe three months? Even then, she could distinctly remember Mikage/Takako throwing them away. Either way, they still managed to find their way back into her room.
One more time, she thought with a secretive smile, I want to hear his voice one more time.
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Author's Notes // It's amazing how much junk you find hiding in some of the weirdest places. Like how I found a pair of sandals I'm dead sure I threw out when I was like five. And since then I've moved countries and still they magically reappear in the back of my closet. Freaky o.0
Besides, I don't really believe that Mawata is over-over Sasame just yet. They don't make it all that clear in the anime since it ends with her being a fourteen year old who can make cool origami figures. xD But seriously, she goes all depressed and breakdowns when she figures out that he loves Takako, so it's hard to believe that she'd actually throw those radio tapes away right?