Hey there! Time to try a multi-chapter fic!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the girls and the plot.
In my opinion (and my opinion is fact), there were three reasons why neither Megumi-chan nor I had been Yukimura's girlfriend until now.
One, because we hadn't tried hard enough. Obviously. I mean, we could get celebrities if we wanted. (Technically, Yukimura is a celebrity, but come on! He's really not all that.)
Two, because we weren't allowed to... you know, elope. Well, I wasn't. Megumi never even got the talk, so clearly, eloping was out of the question.
And three, because Yukimura was dating her sister.
Let's see.
They call me cute, witty, and clever, but mostly they call me Sato Rei. Rei, Rei-san, or Rei-sama work fine.
And this spotlight rather suits me, don't you think?
Anyway. Gather 'round, children, it's story time. Animal crackers, anyone? Get comfortable, 'cause we're gonna be here a while. Ready?
Lights, camera, action!
"It must be hard."
"Yeah."
And for the rest of the night, they said not another word to each other.
It wasn't that they didn't know what to say, or how to say it. They just didn't need to say it.
Maybe after two years and a ten second exchange, what it came down to was that there was nothing left to say.
And for the rest of the night, neither of them spoke, or cried, or reminisced.
She tried to cry, because that would be the right thing to do, but no matter how long she forced her eyes open and let the winter wind bite them, the tears wouldn't come.
He tried not to cry, because that would be the right thing to do, because Hiro wouldn't have wanted him to cry, no, if she was happy, he was happy. Or he tried his best to be.
And the night went on, her staring into the darkness, unblinking, him staring into the past, unseeing, and both pretending to be something else.
They spent the next day together, and the one after that, and the one after that, too.
Neither of them wanted to be alone, and they both just happened to be there.
Sometimes they would talk, but mostly they would just do things. Things like eating at fancy restaurants and going to amusement parks and watching horror movies and acting like they were ok. Stupid things, distracting things.
He played tennis a lot.
After a few days, they stopped doing things (it wasn't really working) and started talking.
They talked about everything in the world - trees, cars, school, snow, life, food, futures - everything but the dead girl under their feet.
She knew she wasn't Hiro. But if that was who she was becoming to him, she didn't mind.
Hold up, did I forget to mention?
You're gonna need some tissues for this tale. It's a bit sad here and there, kind of emotional, very worthy of your time.
But don't go anywhere just yet.
~ReI ;)
Well that was weird. I'm trying something new with my writing, so tell me: Do you kind of understand what's happening, or is it just a bunch of meaningless blabber? Constructive criticism, please! I'm horrible with tenses, don't be afraid to bash.
Oh, and yes, future chapters will be longer.
Peaces!