In a place far, far away, there is a really really kind angel who befriends people. But her light is so strong that anyone who she befriends is obliterated in a wave of light. The angel, all alone, walks aimlessly across the heavens. All she wants is a friend, but she knows that anyone who tries to be her friend will cease to exist. That poor, poor angel. Will anyone do anything about her? Can anyone do something to help her?
"Hmm. I can't get that damn fairy tale out of my head!" said Shijo Tabane.
"Dude, calm down. It's just a fairy tale." said his friend.
Shijo himself knew this, but there was something about this fairy tale the little girl told him. It wasn't familiar or anything of the sort, but he just couldn't get this particular fairy tale out of his head.
Shijo was a struggling instructor of a Kendo Dojo. No ambition, no college education, not even a high school diploma. All he was content to do was teach others how to use swords. In reality, even didn't consider himself mature enough to lift the weight of a weapon that could take lives.
His friend, Yuuki, looked at Shijo, who was thinking with his head staring down into the snow. "...Dude. You're still gonna angst about your coma?"
Shijo put a bit of iron in his voice. "Cut me some slack man," he said. "I just woke up, like last year. Do you have any idea how it feels to have your high school life just violently cut off like that?"
"Sorry, man," Yuuki said. "Not to be mean, or anything, but I gotta say, you're lucky you have expertise in Kendo."
"Yeah, well that's about all I have now." Shijo stopped and looked at Yuuki. "I had friends, good grades, and a really awesome girlfriend who... made me feel so alive. One car accident, one coma, seven years, and now that's all been reduced to shit. And the worst part? I wasn't even conscious to see it all taken from me!"
"D-dude," Yuuki continued. "I wasn't the one who got you in that accident, don't talk like I was the one who did it."
"Yeah, but you took my girl and married her while I was busy losing my youth," Shijo replied.
After a quick awkward silence, Yuuki put his head down a bit.
"Sorry, but... but it's a little hard not to be put down by that. Don't mind me." Shijo said.
After some silent walking, Yuuki began talking again. "Well, bro, we all lose things in this world, no matter how dear they are. We can only move on with happy memories in our heart."
"Easy for you to say," Shijo said.
"Just words of wisdom. I can't really help you in that department," Yuuki replied. "I don't think anyone can but you."
Shijo returned to his apartment and sat down in his living room. A sofa, four wooden swords, two sheathed katanas, a TV, a desk, and two years worth of high school yearbooks were among the things that populated the barren room. Shijo turned on the TV, and blankly stared at MTV. He loved this channel in high school. Nowadays, it's hard to tell what crap floods the airwaves. He slowly felt sleep subverting his eyes, but was too tired to turn off the TV; he lost the remote.
In his final moments of consciousness, he heard the TV audio.
"We're doing Justin Bieber, Twilight, Rebecca Black and the Kardashians on MTV all night long! Stick around after these commercials! This is gonna be fun fun fun fun fun..."