So I was going to update this and then read through a lot of the stories and didn't really like the work so I'm going back and changing a lot of it.
Hope you like this version more.
Without further ado this is…
Chapter 1 of; 'Uneven Odds'
Alone
He had made her feel so many things all at once.
Wanted in a deserted land.
A stranger in a place she knew all too well.
A traitor in her own mind.
He had given her so much and asked for so little in return.
Tea and her presence.
She should have known better then to trust anyone.
After her mother, the only person she truly loved, had left her she locked herself away. Bound her arms and sealed her lips. Afraid that maybe if she spoke the wrong words than something could happen… She never did tell her mother good bye that day.
She never told her she loved her… they had gotten into an argument.
An argument she couldn't even remember.
And then she was gone.
It was almost as if a piece of her heart had been stolen.
The hollowness inside of her chest couldn't be filled with the warmth she was so use to. She could no longer feel happiness or bask in the summer rays.
She hid her thoughts and plastered a smile that was never truly hers.
And that's when she met him.
And he taught her true happiness.
What it felt like to be loved… to have a family…
He filled the hollowness in her chest and pulled her out of her misery
He showed her what it felt like to be alive, to breath in happiness and feel it extend to every corner of your body… this… this was a feeling that was so foreign to her.
True happiness was not of her nature.
But she'd make it.
She forced herself into a mold and enjoyed the feeling of sunlight against her skin.
She danced and laughed and sang like no one was watching or listening.
He taught her that intelligence isn't something that comes, it's something you acquire through trial and error.
He taught her that life was a blank canvas and she a brush painting stroke after stroke not caring about the mess she made in the process but looking forward to the masterpiece she was sure to create in the end.
He was everything to her.
And she… nothing to him.
To him she was nothing but the assistant.
The assistant he couldn't trust enough.
He made her feel wanted and neglected all at once, and it frustrated her to no end.
He was a man in a league of his own and she… a mere student in a rundown part of Tokyo in a school that she could hardly afford if it weren't for her condition.
She was nothing… and he was everything.
And it wasn't until she had fully realized it, that he had decided to shut down everything they had done.
Years of bridges being built, bonds created, personas filled… all destroyed.
And she was alone.
Again.
She had decided to confront him… to tell him about how he made her feel… to attempt to explain the intricacies that littered her mind and burdened her heart… and that's when it truly fell apart.
She regretted it.
To this day...
But what is done is done.
…
She sat alone in her bed sipping a cup of coffee fearing the nightmares that plagued her dreams.
At this time of night she could feel the emptiness extending throughout her entire body, swallowing her whole.
It was times like this that she truly dreaded the dark.
Not the dark in and of its self, but the creatures that called that place their home.
The creatures that basked in the pleasure that the darkness gave to them.
That was the place she feared.
The monsters her thoughts.
Her condition was more than obvious to everyone who saw her.
The bags under her eyes weren't helping, neither was the deathly pale color of her usually copper complexion.
Food had lost both flavor and taste, the task seemed burdening all together.
She felt ill.
But it wasn't the kind of illness that most understood.
It was the corruption of the mind, the slow decay of her heart, and the cracks in her chest.
The brunette was no longer the girl any of them knew.
'Them'…
While they had attempted contact none of it worked.
They all had lives, all had obligations, jobs, and families of their own.
All but her.
And what hurt the most wasn't him leaving her.
It was never about him leaving… it was about trusting… again.
And failing… again.
She had sworn not to get too attached to anyone… and she had lied.
…
The woman sighed taking another sip of the bitter liquid.
It had gone cold.
She grasped the pale white mug with both hands curling further beneath the covers, seeking warmth she knew would never come.
The box of tissues besides her had long gone out and the television remote was buried somewhere in the room.
She knew she probably had a fever but couldn't care less.
Because maybe… maybe if she died she'd join them.
Maybe if she died she wouldn't have to sit here and wait for something she knew would never come… maybe if it all just ended… right here and right now… the pain would finally stop.
A knock against the wood pulled her out of her train of thought.
The voice of Micharu flowing in from behind the door.
She had probably come by to drop off assignments. Assignments that were doing nothing but collecting dust in the corner of her bedroom.
She placed the mug down pushing the covers from her body instantly regretting the choice.
The cold was bitter.
Rubbing her arms frantically the brunette made her way to the door pulling it open slowly.
Her friend's eyes widened the same way they did every day.
To think that maybe she'd be use to the idea of her friend wasting away.
To think that maybe she'd be use to the idea of her friend constantly loosing those who mattered most.
… No, apparently not.
Micharu pushed the door dropping the stack of books and papers pulling Mai into her arms.
She could feel the girl's hipbones against her stomach.
She could feel the cold of her friend's skin.
She could feel the moisture on her cheeks.
She'd been crying again.
It was more than obvious.
"… Mai…?"
"Yes?"
"What's happening?"
The brunette bit her lip painfully, tasting crimson.
"I don't know."
…
The girl turned to her clock.
2:46 A.M
The green digits blinked lighting the room just barely with an eerie glow.
Her coffee had grown cold, again.
It had been her 4th cup of the day.
The effects of the caffeine overdose were finally catching up to her.
Her shaking hands and upset stomach were the last of her worries.
The pounding headache and tremors seemed to be more important, but even they were far behind a list of prorates.
She could hear a knock against her door.
Keiko.
The girl always found time to visit even if it meant it were in middle of the night.
She placed her mug down kicking off the covers.
The cold was worse this time.
She could feel it biting into her skin, staining her body with the tiny skin colored protrusions.
She shuffled over the door slowly using the wall for leverage.
The caffeine no longer worked.
It was an emotional crutch more than a mode of consciousness.
She placed her hand against the door knob feelings of pain settling within her.
Pain, anxiety, and the scent of something familiar battling for vying control within her.
She breathed out pulling the door.
….
Blue.
Her eyes barely had time to adjust before she felt arms wrap around her body pulling her so closely it hurt.
Arms numb at her sides' eyes wide as the scent of his cologne invaded her lungs, and for a minute it was all she could breathe.
The scent inching its way into her blood spiking it instantly.
Her heart beat within her almost painfully her breathing coming out slow and shallow.
His voice echoing, the felling of his lips against her neck sending shivers down her spine.
"… Mai."
And with that she lost consciousness.
…
She awoke to a loop of beeps blaring into her skull piercing her skull. A white sheeting pain that seemed to rip her head open.
She pried her eyes open watching as blurs of colors morphed into pale blues and grays.
Hospital.
It reaked of antiaspecent and latex.
She could see bags of blood and ATP layering on a pole to her side.
A weight against her legs forcing her eyes down.
He looked exhausted.
Jet Lag maybe.
She stirred lifting arms bound by makeshift veins and fluid sacs.
This was no way to live.
He groaned pulling her body upwards looking at her.
Eyes peering into hers.
Searching for answers.
Answers she didn't have.
Answers she didn't want to have.
Answers she couldn't give.
"Mai…"
She shook her head, "I'm sorry."
"What did you do…?"
"I don't know."
He ran a hand through his hair slowly choosing his next set of words carefully, "Why?"
"I don't know…"
"I'm sorry."
She shook her head, "It isn't you."
"Then who?"
"Being alone… is lethal."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you back?"
"Loneliness is destructive."
…
So I'm not really sure what happened… but I kind of like it.
I don't know…
PLEASE NOTE THAT MAI ISNT DEPRESSED BECAUSE NARU ISNT THERE
THAT'S SHALLOW!
MAI IS NOT SHALLOW!
Thanks for reading the first chapter of 'Moments'
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you guys soon for the next edition.
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-Lucy