These first couple chapters are really short. Gomen nasai!- Akichan911
I awoke in a bed. It was warm…but at the same time, I felt cold. The coldest I had ever felt.
A young man was sitting next to me, fast asleep himself. I sat up, so I could get a good look at him. He looked familiar. I felt that somewhere inside me, I knew his name. But I knew in my heart that I didn't know him at all, he only looked like someone I know.
One of his eyes opened. He then became very aware and wide awake, knowing that I was up. I stared at him puzzlingly. Maybe I did know him. The way he looked at me…it was the kind of look you give when you know someone for sure.
He didn't say anything. He looked at me with longing eyes, not crying, but very sad. Troubled. I was afraid I had done something wrong.
After a minute or so, he spoke.
"Good morning, Mayako," he said.
Who is Mayako? I wondered. Well, it's me of course…he was talking to me.
But I knew for sure that my name was not Mayako. Something similar, maybe. But definitely not Mayako.
"Mi…Mayako!" came a voice. Female, for sure. A nice voice. It sounded familiar. Everything there felt familiar.
But I had no idea where I was, who these people were. It only felt familiar.
"You've finally woken up!" she said, a smile painted on her face. It was a real smile. I knew that. But she was acting the same as the young man (who was still sitting beside me). Happy, but troubled. Something had happened. Maybe a death in the family?
The two definitely looked like they could be brother and sister. They looked about the same age, with the girl looking a little older than the boy. The boy had a cat hat on, and his body was draped in beautiful blue. He had wings.
The girl was extremely pretty, with a black bikini top and a cute little black mini-skirt. She had long, flowing pink hair. She had wings, as well.
Were these two…angels?
Had I died?
The idea that I had possibly died frightened me, very, very much. I gasped (it was the first time I had heard my voice, and my voice was nothing, and that frightened me as well) and I passed out on the bed. I could her faintly the girl fussing over me, worried that I was hurt, maybe sick. I heard nothing of the boy.
What was this place? I was so afraid then. I wanted to cry, I wanted to go home.
Another part of me though, reassured me that it was all going to be okay for now. These people were trustworthy. I knew them from someplace.
But it bothered me, still. From where did I know them? From when? How? Why?
Why was I so afraid?
But at the same time, why was I so okay with all of this?
