"The light reflected wild flowers;,
do you think this is a dream,
even after you've blinked your eyes?"
-enn~ 淵 ~, Sally
00 : curtain-raiser
Pacing back and forth nervously, with almost perfectly precise timings between each step, the young man glanced at the receptionist with a distraught expression. Every few seconds, his head would swerve from the polished tiled floor towards the wrinkle-faced lady, gradually breaking down due to the suspense she was nonchalantly giving him. She rummaged through the stack of mail in front of her, widening her soulless eyes slightly as she came across a new, purely white envelope. After briefly skimming through the recipient's name and the academy's address on the front, she tapped the counter with her long red-polished nail, which produced a noise comparable to the constant ringing of her co-worker's telephone behind her. This caught the young man's attention and he leapt at the counter, eyeing the envelope whilst trying to control his frantic excitement. The receptionist raised an eyebrow; there was no mistaking that his patience was quickly wearing thin.
"I don't want a mess on the floor so, please, dispose of the paper bits in the bin over there," Her voice was lenient and gentle despite her sigh of exasperation. Pointing towards the black rubbish bin beside the door, she calmed down a little seeing the young man nod obediently as he rushed towards the bin. Occasionally she would look above the counter in hopes of seeing a tiny fragment of paper fall carelessly to the ground. Keenly waiting for the opportunity for a good scolding, the young man unfortunately was meticulous and precarious, not allowing a little scrap of torn paper to leave the bin.
On his side, it was almost impossible to try to describe his happiness in one word. He was aware of his immature behaviour when accepting the envelope, so he decided that two words were more fitting than one, "warm fuzzies". A haphazard mess of happiness and contentment filled his mind as he tore open the envelope. He took out a letter which smelled strikingly similar to recycled paper, and after wrinkling his nose, he sat down on the leather sofa with the letter in hand.
"Dear Peter,
Good morning, Peter~! (Or Kowalski-san, huhu~) I predicted that you're reading this letter during the first half of your curriculum, so it should be morning for you~ That aside, how is my lovely friend doing? It's been about a few months since we last wrote to each other and I'm really happy to be able to write again in a more stable state of mind~ I hope everything is going well in Bullworth Academy for you, Peter~ I noticed you've changed considerably after reading your most recent letter to me. I admit that it's a challenge trying to read your tiny curvy handwriting; has your occipital lobe sustained some damage from your experience in school~? Oh, do pardon my teases; the debates during History classes were literally re-moulding my English expressive abilities. If we do meet, you'd see me as a different person entirely, and I hope that doesn't happen~!
Oh, many things happened during those few months since my sudden disappearance, but I'm dissatisfied with one thing. Unfortunately, I didn't fulfil the criteria needed to enrol in New Spectra Institute, much to my parents' great disappointment. Shame, I won't be able to join the Research Society for Astronomical Sciences…! Nonetheless, my father's recently got a promotion in his career—I believe he's the senior researcher in the Neuroscience department…! He's considering working in a mental hospital or asylum, and isn't there an asylum in Bullworth~? Happy Volts Asylum, was it? Please forgive me since my memory is really vague! Well, my father is planning to go to work at some place concerning mental health, so please do elaborate on Happy Volt's background~! My father would appreciate it greatly.
Alright, enough about my father~ The true purpose as to why I'm writing this to you is because I've missed you dearly, Peter. It's awfully lonely here without you and even though I have my friends from class, they don't seem to accept me as a true friend. I've only found so much comfort in talking to you and still feel sad that we're now not able to talk… I'm begging my father to consider Happy Volts Asylum because if he agrees to working there, I'd be able to settle in Bullworth with you~! Oh, Peter, please do tell me back that you've missed me too. I hope you feel the same way, because I honestly do miss you… dearly! I'm deeply grateful that you still write to me, and while letters may seem hopeless especially with the coming era of improved technology, I hope you don't neglect our unbreakable friendship.
I anticipate your letter and pray that someday we will see each other again~! In the meantime, take care and make sure to keep a good holistic report in school~! Good grades may be difficult to achieve, but they at least get you somewhere good~
With lots of love and hearts and cookies and all things fluffy,
Shinra~"
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A/N: Hello~! It's Melli here~ This is my first piece of fanfiction and I hope to receive feedback in the first few chapters. I'm quite new to writing fanfiction and I hope to have some help while I write this story~! If you're a little unsure about what's going on, let's say that little Kowalski here received a letter from his good 'ol friend~ Who, you may ask~? ... Since he's a femme-boy, it has to be a boy-
*ahem* Shinra's a girl...~! Yes, she's an OC of mine who's Kowalski's good and only friend before they separated during high school~ In this universe, they're quite close~ Like little elementary school kids who argue all the time over a little cookie~ Huhu~
Well, I'll write more details in the first chapter when I bring it up... ... soon, in the future, close future at least... As long as my commitment stays strong, I'll continue writing~! Mew~
- Melli. Keys