Disclaimer: I don't own angelic layer
A/N: This is a sequel to shattered. Read that first before you even look at this.
Shuko was sleeping miserably and crying as she slept, it was going to be mother's day tomorrow and she no longer felt like a mother. She took something to help her sleep, and it must have made her loopy. She could swear she heard voices.
"Still not feeling any better?" the familiar yet distance voice came.
"Misaki?" she whispered, not believing it. She looked around, she was in her room, her daughter standing in the door way, in an apron and carrying a tray of food. "But…how?"
Misaki walked towards the bed and set the tray down, then flopping into the bed on top of the covers, she could have sworn she felt her daughter's underweight body beside her. "Miss me?"
Shuko threw her arms around her baby and held her, wanting more than nothing for this to be real. It must have been, she smelled the food, she felt her daughter's warmth radiating from her body and she smelled the soap she always used, mixed with the way she always smelled. A scent that could only be described as Misaki.
Misaki laughed softly and hugged her mother. "Where have you been?" Shuko whispered, refusing to let go. "My baby." She whispered, tears rolled down her face. "You're alive…you're with me…but where have you been?"
"Heaven." Misaki told her. "Watching you and everyone else."
"No!" Shuko refused to believe it. Not now, not when this seemed so real.
"Yes," Misaki whispered. "It's true."
Shuko looked at her daughters arms and saw something she'd never seen before, scars, she noticed they were in the places the glass had cut her the day she died. "But…You're here…" she whispered, trying not to cry.
"Yes I am." Misaki answered, brushing away a tear that her mother failed to keep from falling. "Just not in the way you want me to be. But…I am here."
Shuko couldn't stop the tears that started to fall all over again. "Why Misaki?" she asked, feeling miserable "Why did you have to die?"
"It was just my time…" Misaki answered, suddenly sounding so much wiser. "Besides, I was suffering." She said brushing a tear away. "And now I'm not any more. I'm finally free…so don't blame yourself."
"How can I not?!" Shuko snapped, but Misaki didn't do so much as flinch. "I sent you to that place!"
"I wanted to go." Misaki was calm and relaxed as she spoke
"I could have talked you out of it!"
"I have you to puppy dog pout like a million times mom. It's not your fault. It's not my fault either…blame no one, please be happy mom."
"I…I can't." Shuko whimpered. "I can't without you here."
"I'll always be here mom." Misaki whispered. "You can keep me alive in your memory." Misaki made her mother lay down as she got up.
"Don't leave!" Shuko cried, sitting back up.
"Lay down." Misaki said. As soon as she did, Shuko felt herself being pushed back down onto her pillow. "It's time for you to wake up now."
"No!" Shuko yelled, struggling to sit up as her daughter walked away. The walls around her bed vanished and were replaced by fog. Misaki kept walking until she her form got smaller and she vanished into the fog.
"I'll always be here." Shuko heard her faint voice of her child call. "Now wake up. I have a surprise for you."
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Shuko shot up in bead, her forehead lined with sweat. She looked around. She got up quickly and ran to Misaki's room. It was empty, the bed neatly made… so her daughter was dead… could that dream have been wishful thinking?
She trudged sadly to her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She laid back down, closing her eyes and sighing sadly.
She felt a cool breeze on her face as if she had left the window open and shot up in bed, nearly knocking a tray off of her lap. It was full of her favorite food, she looked around but there was no other sign of life in the house. "Misaki?" she called, but there was no response.
She saw a tiny slip of paper peeking out from under the plate. She picked it up; it had little drawings of flowers on it, and said 'Mom' on it. She didn't believe it. She must be going crazy.
The word was in her daughter's nervous, yet elegant, handwriting. She opened it and it read.
Told you I had a surprise for you.
I love you and miss you mom.
I'll watch over you until you're with
me again. Happy Mothers day.
Xoxoxo
-Misaki.
Shuko read the card over and over again and felt another gust of wind. She looked at her nightstand and sitting there already in a vase was a bouquet of yellow and pink roses. And another note, telling her the flowers will never die, they were from heavens garden.
Tears rolled down her face, but she laughed. Her daughter never left her, not once, and never would. "That's my girl…" she laughed with her tears still falling. "Thank you Misaki." She whispered "I love you too honey."
There was one more gust of wind right against her face, she closed her eyes and finally smiled when she opened them. Her tears were dry and there was a handkerchief in her hands, with a simple message embroidered into it.
No more tears.
A/N: Well, there the first chapter to the sequel. R&R please.