A/N: Look at me being so energic all of sudden! Once again an Ayushiki story based on yet another song. «Ghost» by Jamie Lee. It's a reeeeeeally cool song. Ye. WHATEVER. I'm so proud of this one and I hope you guys will love it too! So here's the first chapter; PLZ ENJOY ;3
«Sigh … She walks with such a straight posture.»
Ayumi wore cream-white tights under her chiffonskirt. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her makeup was a little softer than usual. Did that really matter, though? I curled my fingers as I admired her from an unexisting distance.
The seperation.
Sachiko named it herself, since it was sort of like Heaven and Hell mixed. It seperated us from Earth after all of us died if we were unsatisfied in our love-life. Wether it was unrequited love or heartbreak, you would end up here if you died. That's exactly what happened to me. I died while I was in love with someone who would probably never return those feelings. The only connection we had with the planet was a window. A window that showed us what and whoever we wanted. I only wanted to see one person. Every single day for over half a year in «The Seperation» I've only been watching her.
Ayumi Shinozaki.
Ever since I moved to Tokyo on my own I've been hopelessly in love with this flower girl. She helped me fix the backyard in my apartment after I went to her flower shop the day after I moved in. She was just … amazing. I was going to confess to her until I got so excited I got hit by a fucking truck. I'm not even joking. I seriously got hit by a truck right when I was going to go to her shop and tell her that I liked her. And then I ended up here. Not being able to talk to her anymore. Only watch her. The thought alone made me so depressed until I saw her face again. It was totally worth it, to a certain degree.
«You'll turn completely mad one day if you keep on doing this.»
I sighed again. I assure you, it was not of admiration. I turned around, letting my hands glide down the jelly-like mirror. Sachiko glared at me with her narrow eyes of a 7 year old. Mentally, she wasn't one. «No, actually …» she muttered. «I'LL turn mad too. And this entire place.»
I groaned, annoyed at the introduction to her preaching. «Yeah yeah …» I said. «If I keep being so obsessed and regretting over my past mistakes you won't maintain the balance in this world and it will shatter. I get it, okay?» She exhaled through her nose. «Exactly,» she replied. «I'm just barely making it. Everyone else here are over their lost loves, yet you …»
«Oh yes! Actually, most of the roses here are more fit for a bouquet, but I should have a few alternatives that grow into bushes …»
Ayumi swayed with her hips as she went through the small bags in her drawer behind the desk. She's so excited about gardening … It's so admirable. SHE'S so admirable. And lovely. Delicate. How could you not like her? As a straight man or lesbian woman or the opposite, you would fall for her by just seeing her smile and talk. Shit … now I'm getting all depressed again. Sachiko clutched her fingers in her hair painfully as she felt the balance weaken.
«You've got to stop, Yoshiki!» she hissed out in pain. «I can't help it, for fuck's sake!» I said, clenching my fists. I really couldn't. Ayumi inprinted herself into me way too quickly. «If I only had one more chance … If I wasn't so damn stupid, I might've not ended up here in the first place!» I shouted. «If». That word always gave me either hope or despair. Sometimes both. No matter what it was, it always made me think. Yeah, what if … Maybe she felt the same? No, then she would've visited my grave and grieved. Huh … She really didn't think that much about me, did she? She surely must've forgotten who I was …
«One more chance?»
Sachiko looked to the side, deep in thought. Repeating my words didn't give me much hope until she went in depth.
«What if I told you that I could give you one?»
I froze. This time I didn't know if it was hope or despair I was feeling. «… You're kidding. Why are you telling me this now? After 6 months, Sachiko!» I felt offended and angry at her suggestion. Come on, she seriously couldn't have been serious about that … Or?
Sachiko crossed her arms and explained: «I'll give you a month to live. You'll start over from the day you moved until the day you died. You'll definitely get several chances to confess to Ayumi by then. However …»
She looked straight into my eyes and strictly informed:
«She won't remember you. Like I said, you'll start over. And don't misunderstand. I'm not doing this to show sympathy. I'll have to do something to maintain the balance before this entire place gets destroyed!»
Start over… Chances to confess… Ayumi. I get to see Ayumi? Ayumi Shinozaki?! Are you kidding me?!
«S-Sachiko … I …I …!» I was about to shut down from the joy that overwhelmed me. I could almost feel myself getting back my body of flesh and blood already then. It took a couple of minutes before I could properly collect myself.
«That … would mean the world to me,» I replied. Sachiko nodded lazily and asked: «What day did you arrive in Tokyo?» The words came out like rhymes: «June 17th.» «And when did you die?» she asked. «The night of July 17th,» I replied, shivering as I thought back on what it felt like to be hit by a truck. I only felt the pain for like a second. Then everything got numb. Almost gone. That made it only scarier.
… Do I have to die like that again?
«Alright,» she said , clasping her hands together. «Hm?» I mumbled. «Are you ready?» she asked after a groan. I blinked. «Like … right now?!» I blurted out. «Noooooo … Let's wait another 6 months, shall we?» she suggested. «Hell no!» I yelled angrily, making her smirk. «Everything will go back to how it was … for a month,» she said in a low voice and stretched out her arms towards me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It took the strongest effort to keep my hands from shivering in excitement. An effort that I didn't use. I let the excitement go.
I felt all of my energy pour out as I dreamed back to the first time I saw Ayumi Shinozaki.
«Can I help you?»
The blood rushed to my head when the girl by the desk spoke to me among the low summing from the other customers. I gulped, not really sure about what to say even though I did a moment ago. Seeds … soil, I don't know! «Ah …» She breathed out a gentle laugh and made her way next to me as my fingers rested on the petal of a daffodil in a pot. Her heels made round clicking noises and the breeze she made, gave me a mild sample of her sugar perfume. S-She's so close …
«The white ones are fit for spring … Maybe the ones that are all yellow are more summery?» she wondered and looked up at me with big ocean blue eyes. Like the ones of a doe in the woods. Her dark blue hair was tied into twin tails and were laid lightly on her slim shoulders. How could she be so … tiny? How old is she? 17? 18? My age?!
«I … I guess. Yellow is the definition of summer, I mean,» I said, staring at the all yellow ones next to the ones she pointed at. She acted so boldly, yet she somehow was so humble and shy when she spoke to me. Should I be impressed?
«If you want to, I could get a few special soils and floral nutritions if you're buying these,» she offered, making goosebumps tickle my skin when she softly smiled at me. «Sure …» I said, biting my lip. I tried to not look like a creep, so I only looked at her for a certain amount of time. She turned around and whispered: «Summer or not … All flowers are pretty.» Her twintails swayed to her back as she went to the room behind her desk.
«Nah …» I groaned out, my heart beating faster when I thought back on her … everything. «You're pretty …» I also realized something else when I recalled what she looked like and what she sounded like. Her scent. Something that terrified me, but also made something really weird boil up in my chest. Intense joy.
Holy shit.
I had just fallen in love.
A/N: I just LOVE to bring out such a cute «so-in-love-with-Shinozaki» characteristic within Yoshiki, haha XD I'll let you guys wonder what will happen now that Yoshiki will start all over again. Plz review and tell me your thoughts :) UNTIL NEXT TIME ;3