A/N – Just a crappy one-shot I wrote in a moment of boredom. Enjoy.
"Hotaru, what's your dream?"
"To have a shugo chara, like mama!"
My name is Hotaru Miyamoto. When my mother used to ask me what my dream was, I'd reply that it was to gain a shugo chara, like she did when she was young. I never met my mother's shugo chara, but I loved hearing stories of her adventures with the Guardians when she attended Seiyo Academy. And now, at the age of 17, I sit in my room and wonder what my dream was; my dream that gave birth to my shugo chara.
"You're such an attention-seeker, Hotaru! Stop making up stories. Nobody believes your 'shugo charas' are real."
There has only been one day I can remember that I didn't believe in them. I spent my childhood longing to have my own, but when I finally found it I let it slip from my grasp.
"Could it be…? Mama lied? Shugo charas don't exist!"
And I believed it. I know I believed it because as I looked up and saw a shugo chara egg – my shugo chara egg – I knew I'd abandoned it. I hadn't believed in it. I'd doubted it. And now that my egg had an X on it, I would never get a second chance.
Apart from that one day, I've never stopped believing. I've seen other people with their own charas. And because I still see them I know my egg is out there somewhere.
That's why I never stop believing.
