Dear Ginga,
this is about the third letter Ive written you today. I just dont know what to do anymore. Im comletely lost without you. I found an old sweater of yours that you had lent me, in the far back of my closet. Automatically, the scent triggers a fresh set of tears.
Its been months since Nemesis and there´s no word from you. Kenta keeps persuading me to keep hope up and that you are fine, just probably busy somewhere. Hikaru always advises me to do something to take my mind off of you, but its an attempt done in vain.
I can see it in their eyes. They are forcing themselves to move on. But I dont want to move on. I want to pick up where we left off. I cant help it, but constantly remembering that wonderful night. The night I spent at your place. Its was the sweetest and most beautiful night ever...
Im trying to be strong but how can someone be strong when their entire world is falling apart and all they can do is sit and helplessy watch?
We had the beginning of something good, you know? That summer was probably the best Ive ever had in my life. For once, my life made sense... we made sense. And then you had to go and before I knew it, the world was not what it used to be.
Most bladers dont beyblade anymore. Everyone is terrified since the accidents of Nemesis are still present. Nothing is as it was before. Do you know how badly my heart aches, knowing that you are not here.
Everyone misses you... we need your support, your spirit, your energy. Do you know, how much I need you? How much I need you to assure everything is all right and how much I need to see that lazy grin and your messy hair?
Do you know, what you are doing to me, how much your absense is killing me? I thought for once that I could have the perfect happy ending. You would be my hero and we would get married. Instead all Im left with is a bundle of memories and tattered photographs.
I miss you, Ginga!
Dont you realize that I would do anything to get you back? Do you realize how overjoyed I would be if for once, I would get a message from you? Or a call? Anything...
Some people speculate me you are dead. But I dont believe them, if you had perished, I would have known. I would have felt it. But I think you are still out there, searching for a way to get home.
You have lost your way, is all.
Come back to me. Please, just come home.
All my love
Madoka
oOo
Madoka sighed as she placed the wrinkled letter back in its hiding spot. She had been rummaging around in her closet, looking for the jacket she bought last winter on sale, when it had gracefully floated to the floor.
The front on the envelope was not adressed and curiosity got best of her. She had torn open the paper, only to be assailed with a past she had hoped to bury long ago. After reading only the first two lines, she had felt so numb inside.
She had done such a good job at concealing the wound that over time, she had forgotten about it. Or maybe it was rather not an action of forgetting but of ignoring.
Whichever it was, the technique had been working for quite some time. It had allowed her to place all the letters and photographs and various mementos, in a special box in a discreet hiding place. She always kept one photograph out, though. It was a candid one that she had taken herself. They had been outside together, messing about at the river and after an hour or so, decided to have a bit of a rest. He was grinning at the camera and his hair was flying all over the place, even messier than usual.
His eyes were twinkling with jest and slyness, probably because right after he had involuntairly gotten this picture taken, he had showered her with a big splash of water. This picture brought up memories of better days, days when she had been so young, so in love, so naive...the picture sat in a maron frame upon her nightstand and sometimes, before she turned off the light, she would study it for a few moments, issue it a small, pleasant yet nostalgic smile and then roll on her right side to fall asleep.
She certainly would never forget him, but after nearly five years of mourning, wondering and praying, she decided to move on. In the back of her mind, she sometimes found herself having faith in the theory that one day, he would appear on the doorstep of the P-Bit, greeting her with arms wide open. But this was instantly dismissed, as soon as she conjured the idea. It was silly to keep holding on, when everyone had highly advised her to move on. There hadnt been much information about his whereabouts and practically no one had seen him since that fateful day. There had been a few reports of an occasional sighting, but these had only been false alarms. It got frustrating and painful to station herself on a pedestal of such high hopes, only to be violently knocked off.
Ginga Hagane had turned into a myth. He was one of the Legandary bladers and once the strongest blader of the world. But now, nobody had seen him. He was a hero, while she, Madoka was a no one.
She wasnt that silly and naive as she used to be before. She knew now, that this love hadnt meant to be. It wasnt something so weird, after all many people fall in love several times in their life. Only she had been so dumb, to think that a first love would last. There had been times, when she had been so mad at him, for leaving her like that, that she wanted to throw her special box of memories away and pretend that all of this never happened. But then, she hadnt been able to bring herself to do this. She knew, it was kind of childish to keep holding on these things. Still, they were important to her. So why should she throw away something so precious to her?
Madoka considered herself a strong girl. She wasnt going to let her past affect her present now. She had shared some wonderful times with him back then. And she didnt want to forget this time. But that didnt mean that she was going to be sad for the rest of her life. She had wonderful friends. She had a great job, which she enjoyed very much. She had a great boyfriend. Acutally she had nothing to complain about. Okay...maybe Tsubasa was sometimes a little bit too busy. Like last time, when he didnt make it to their appointment at the restaurant. He had been having an important meeting, going on and since he was the director, he couldnt just leave like that. She had been okay with that. He had been very sorry and she wasnt the type of person, who was staying mad at someone for a long time.
oOo
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
Feeling exhausted, Madoka took her mobile phone and pressed the snooze button. She was just soooo tired. Last night, she hadnt been able to sleep well, after she read that letter. Even though she hated admitting it, even to herself, it had made her stay up for a while.
But after a short moment, the alarm just went on again and even though she was annoyed, Madoka got up. She went to the bath room to have a quick shower. After that she made herself something to eat and started getting dressed. Today was the final battle. Zero against Kira. Madoka was feeling a little nervous, considering the fact, that Zero had been so upset yesterday. She could understand his anger though... still she hoped that he had calmed down a little, or else he wouldnt be able to battle with his full strength.
However Madoka´s worries were unfounded. Zero did an amazing job! He won the last battle and even Shinobou was there to congratulate him. Benkei carried him, since he was still not strong enough to walk again. Madoka couldnt deny the fact, that she was very proud at Zero and his friends. All of them did their best and that is how they achieved to get that far.
You really did great! Madoka told Zero. Together with Maru, Ren, the Unabara brothers and everyone, they were having a special dinner party at Benkei´s place.
He he he, thanks Madoka! Zero said, blushing a little.
I wouldnt have been able to win this match though, without his help...
His?
Oh yeah, I havent told you yet...but I met him last night! Zero announced proudly.
Madoka frowned. Who was he talking about?
It is Ginga! I met him!! Zero was smiling brightly.
Ehhhh? Madoka nearly choked on the coke she had been drinking right now.
Are you serious?, she asked in disbelief. She felt her stomach doing some weird flip.
Of course I am! First I was just as surprised as you are! Look! Yesterday, I was very mad and angry, so I went to do some training on a site and there I met him. I was alone and suddenly I heard him. He talked to me and we battled. He gave me some real useful advise, but then he was suddenly gone.
Madoka couldnt help it, but started to doubt his story. That sounded far way to unrealistic to her.
Hmm...are you sure, you have seen him? Maybe you just had some kind of dream?
No! It wasnt a dream! Really! Zero insisted.
Hey Zero, Maru now interfered in their talk. You are telling Madoka about your dream with Ginga?
It wasnt a dream! Im telling you! Zero hissed angrily. It made him angry, that no one believed him!
Maru started laughing and even Madoka had to smile.
Im sorry Zero, but dont you think its more likely that you only thought you have seen him? Afterall you had been very upset, you went through a lot lately...
I did not imagine that! Zero was looking real angry right now. If you dont believe me, I wont force you though! Its your problem not mine!
Hmmm... Madoka didnt feel like starting a fight over this. Maru was still grinning.
Maybe it was better to change the topic.
Listen Zero, I dont mean to insult you or anything! Im sorry guys, but I have to head off.
I still have some work to do, she said and reluctantly got up. So Im going to leave now. See you guys, have fun!
With these words, she headed outside. It was very late afternoon and she hadnt still had some unfinished work left at the B-Pit. She had some arrangements and some stuff, that she needed to order. Walking back to her home, she somehow felt a little weird. Why did Zero´s story only affect her that much? If she was so much over Ginga as she claimed, why would she even bother?
And why... for some reason unknown to her...did she have a feeling something major was about to happen?
oOo
The twenty three, handsome blader looked at countryside of Metal city, breathing in deeply, a grin crossing his features. He had finally made it back.
A lot of things happened, since the last time he had been here. He went through so many dangerous and terrible things... he had been in this massive explosion, years ago. His entire memory was gone. Despite the fact that he had contracted amnesia, her face was the only thing he could recall. It was a beautiful face indeed but it frustrated him beyond belief that he couldnt remember her name.
He would have quick flashes of memories: a kiss here, a walk along the park there, a breathtaking night sky view with her laying next to him...but they were never long enough to supply him with sufficient information.
All he knew about the angel was that her face was the thing that kept him alive. He was so much in love with her as the day he met her, absolutely crazy about her. Not being able to stand any day longer away from her, he had set off to return to Japan. He had been so excited since then.
In fact Ginga hadnt slept for about a week. The week, of course, had been his fortunate freedom from the bondage of amnesia. As soon as he recovered his memory, he would spent his entire week trying to track down how to get home. He didnt regret his lack of sleep though, because he had been determinded to get back.
Who would want to waste time by sleeping, when home was just within his grasp? His eyes felt like heavy doors made of steel, about to shut at any moment, but Ginga still couldnt stop smiling.
It took all his willpower not to skip up the dirt driveway of the B-Pit and pound on the door with exitement. He reached the steps and sighed, observing it. It hadnt changed a day. He even remembered that back door, that immediately led to the house, instead of the shop. Only friends knew about this entrance.
He knocked on the house door and anxiously waited. He couldnt wait to see Madoka´s reaction. His goofy grin hastily transformed into an uneasy frown. A frightening thought crossed his mind. What if she had forgotten him?
He heard the sound of feet approching the door and quickly dismissed the doubt. How could she have forgotten about him? That was just plain silly. Though he knew his visit was highly unexpected, he was pretty sure, she could never have forgotten about him.
She just couldnt have...
The door slowly slung open and Ginga was absoultely beaming. There she was... standing in front of him, looking even more beautiful than ever. Oh, how he missed her! All he wanted to do was scoop her in his arms and never, ever let go...
Her eyes widened in shock. A hand flew to her mouth and the color of her skin turned as white as baking flour.
But-but-you-I thought...
Did she know how much he had missed her? It felt like he had been ripped from everything he had ever loved...ripped from mankind itself and now was returning into a century of being blinded by darkness. It was so surreal to see her standing there, almost as though he were still dreaming.
She reached out a hand and gently touched his shoulder, then instantly pulled back, gasping with surprise. Ginga could only smile at her, though he was disturbed by her reaction. He was expecting something well...a little more warm and inviting than this. Something more along the lines of a big hug and a kiss?
Ginga sighed and thought of the only thing he could think of.
Well, Im back...Im home. Madoka, I . . .
Suddenly exhaustion stealthily crept upon him and seized his consciousness. His head felt like it was flooded with helium. Like a rag doll, his knees collapsed and he crumbled to the floor. Her terribly bewildered face was the last thing he saw.
Yeah, I know...shame on me. Shame, shame...Im such a bad girl! XP
But I absoultely love ending chapters at crucial times...he he he
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