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Miura Haru
The name is so familiar to me. Sometimes I think the name was once mine. I can close my eyes and conjure such sweet, simple images of a girl surrounded by loving friends and family. I remember a boy with honest eyes, the boy's vision it skitters along my memory like a dragonfly on a pond, so close to the surface yet never landing.
I recall dreaming of marrying that boy, to be his support and yearn for his smile. A dream I have long woken from and that is now almost completely forgotten. For that is what happens to dreams. One wakes, the fantasies of the night fade, and the hard, cold truth of the day comes crushing down until it aches to draw breath.
Even after six long years it hurts to remember the past, the reason she broke and shattered into pieces.
Yuuki is my name now. It suits me; atleast it suits the woman who looks back at me from the mirror. My skin is pale as a snowdrift, for I cannot bear to go out in the sun. My auburn hair is now a lustrous raven black. It cascades like waves of a midnight sea over my angled, bloodless cheeks.
I sit down on my boudoir and pull up the sheer black stockings and gently hook it to the garter. Tonight I need to look my best, tonight I will celebrate six years of frivolous freedom. But tonight of all nights the memories come rushing back to me. No matter how hard I try they persist.
Closing her eyes she sighed and let the memories play out.
Flashback
"Oi baseball idiot who are you taking to the ceremony?" Gokudera asked.
"ahh.. I'm not sure" Yamamoto answered scratching the back of his head.
Haru didn't mean to eavesdrop, she was just at the kitchen door and was about to open it when Gokudera continued.
"Kyoko would make the perfect date, I mean she's was the former Namimori Chu idol and the sister of a famous boxer but she's the tenth's so no go" Gokudera said nonchalantly.
"True and there's Chrome, she's got the little Lolita down to the peg and the eyepatch makes her mysterious, but Mukuro might decide to show up" Yamamoto added with a shudder.
"I-pin would make an interesting contrast to your Japanese boy image, however she's a bit too young for you" Gokudera continued.
"Well there is Haru she would definitely make the ceremony more fun but she isn't exactly date material you know" Yamamoto said sheepishly.
"Yeah that stupid woman may have grown more feminine but she's still a bit of a tom boy" Gokudera's voice trailed off as Haru ran to her room.
End Flashback
Yes, that night Haru Miura broke. She broke free of all the shackles chaining her to a world of love, betrayal, pain and laughter. That night as the first drops of snow began to fall, she had disappeared never to be heard from again.
"Yuuki" A voice whispered in the dark. I turned my head to find her, my savior the one who showed me the true meaning of being in the shadows.
"You shouldn't keep Milan waiting" Her voice is calm and unhurried, as if she had never quite woken up—or left her bed.
"Of cause, it is after all my homecoming" I replied as I felt the fragrant Italian air.
For six years he came back to her room, he was familiar with it by now. She had left everything behind, her clothes, her costumes, her pictures everything. Picking up the picture frame, he saw the smile he longed for. He has been so cold and lost without her.
Where did I go wrong? Where is she? How is she? Will she come back?
A/N When Haru first went missing she was 18.