To all of you who started to read this story I am truely sorry. I ran put of ideas and wanted to give you a last chapter that explain who Mika was. So again sorry and please enjoy. Never will own Hana-Kimi.
My name is Ashiya Mika. I am the sister to Mizuki and currently the person stocking her at her all boys' school. I know I have problems and well damn it its fun to drive love ones insane.
Well, I guess I should explain my position in life. When I was sixteen and Mizuki was about eight years old, I went to hang out with some friends. They were twins Ashton and Ashley. I think they were having a birthday party.
Anyway, their parents came to pick me up and we ended up in a car crash on this bridge. We were hit by some guy, according to the report who had lost control of his car on the curve. All I remember is the trauma from the incident.
All I recall is the memory of the car falling off the bridge into the abyss of liquid. Watching water surrounding my life in an instant, it was like screaming and no sound coming out. I hated the idea of dying and being beyond helpless. I was scared and panicked as the car began to fill and Ashton's mother was unconscious. I panicked and lashed out at everything until the twin's father slapped my face and had me help him break the window. We swam out fear and desperation for life. He encouraged me with his calm eyes and he swam behind while pulling his wife along. He saved me from death that die, but left me to be crippled by life.
I still talk to him. He tells me that his wife is doing better day by day and what the twins are up too. He also encourages me to call home and talk to my parents and I know that he is always calling my dad and telling him that I am safe…but he doesn't tell him how messed up I truly am.
I was so fucked up from that incident. Both my father and second mom know that. After surviving and being hospitalized, I still was afraid to die and live. My doctor suggested I see a psychiatrist and so I went to the hospital psychiatrist weekly.
Mizuki would always go on and on about how sick I was and pretend to be my doctor. I loved my sister back then. She would crawl into bed next to me and hug me until I fell asleep. She would tell me jokes and all I could do was sit there and stare back with an occasional smile.
My/her parents had kept the incident from her. They said she would be traumatized and made me swear not to tell her. So, after a while I became sick because it was an instantaneous combustion in me to become sick. This lead to the prescription that changed my life.
At the age of seventeen my psychiatrist and soon best friend decided I needed to move out. She told my parents that I needed the opportunity to choose the life I wanted without restrictions. That I needed to accept the incident on all levels without their approval. So I moved in with one of my father's sisters. She ignored me and I ignored her.
This life of solitude screwed me up even more. I wanted someone to hold me and there was no one there. There was no one anywhere. So dedicated me time to graduating high school before my second semester of senior year and to choosing where I would move to. After graduating during the summer of my junior year, I pulled the globe out of my aunt's attic. I spun it and stabbed the pen into the globe. It landed on Japan.
So, I spent that year that was supposed to be my senior year working two full time jobs and hoarding my graduation money. I lied to everyone saying that I was saving up to pay for college. In truth I was applying for my visa to move to Japan and working on my citizenship papers.
I hadn't come home since I moved out and from what I know now my parents didn't talk about me to either my brother or sister. They let them assume I was dead or just gone.
After spending two years working, I got my visa and was still working on citizenship along with my language studies. I packed up my clothes and transferred my money into a Japanese banking firm. I told no one and left.
The first two years of living in Japan consisted of working in a restaurant and living in a cheap ass apartment. During that time I received my citizenship shortly before my first arrest. I had joined a gang in search of the warmth and comfort my aunt lacked. They cared for me but only when I succeeded and eventually they stopped caring when nothing I did was enough. I was arrested multiple times and built a nice record until my last arrest.
The cop had felt bad for me and offered me three months probation and said I would have to turn my life around and learn a trade or do something with my life. I had laughed at him until he told me about how I was bound for death and a soon to be twenty year old needed to fix her life. So he set me up with bartending classes. Strange man but he was a father and I think he was scarred to see someone who resembled his daughter screwing up her life.
I soon after fought my way out of the gang, nursed myself back to health, and became a bartender. At this point I had cut off my blond hair shorter than Mizuki's and dyed the tips red. I was tall and skinny and wore white and black as if those two colors were going out of style.
My boss adored me and well I got him a busy bar. I did this for about six months to pay for licenses as a bartender and a tattoo artist. I was in training at twenty and then I met them.
I knew neither of them were straight but what they had, I wanted more than air. The guy with the glasses was in love with the dark haired boy and all I could do was smile for the first time since I was sixteen. I know the dark haired one caught me but I could serve everyone but them tonight since I was working on the floor and they were at the bar. He smiled back at me while I pretended to help people.
All night I avoided the pair and they remised with each other as I worked.
I saw them for a while twice a month until the smirker began to work more. I felt bad for the guy with the glasses because I knew he wanted the other one closer and nearer to him but the smirker was always so distant. Soon neither of them were showing up until my last night at the bar.
The smirker who real name is Ryoichi had come by alone. I was tending the bar and he sat right in front of me. I turned to face as him unfazed as the day I moved to Japan and softly smiled. He made me laugh at the way he starred at me in shock. Then he smiled and asked me for a drink.
We talked all night about unimportant things. He wanted my name and I gave it, Mika…simply Mika.
After we closed that night, he waited for me and I walked with him unafraid of life or death. That night he took me to Umeda's house and it turned out to be the guy with the glasses. Umeda didn't like me, yet he talked with me.
In the end, both of them would visit me at the tattoo shop and Ryoichi even let me give him a tattoo in exchange for a kiss. We spent a year living like this until my apartment was marked as unfit to live in and I moved into Ryoichi's apartment to care for it while he did his business trips.
Those two regrettable saved my life and ended up making me entirely too happy at times.
I spend more and more time with them as the years go on and unfortunately I love them both more than anyone deserves to be loved. Hahahahahaha. I can't help it and for learning to be free I belong to both of them.
So they day I ran back into Mizuki was the day I had come to visit Umeda in his office for some doctor patient time. 'Wink'. And you know the rest.
I don't want to destroy my little sisters life I just want her to understand mine. She has unfortunately learned about my gangster days because of the kid with the weird vibes and yet she has promised to come to my shop this weekend with her friends.
I want my Mizuki back and I want her to know that I support her. She called me last night to say that she will only show up if I call dad and mom.
So tonight I'm doing the second hardest thing in my life. I am calling my dad for the first time in eight years and I am going to cry a lot. I hate to admit it but for all the years of growing up, I can never stop crying.
Give me a sec….
I have to grab the door. 'Mumbles in the background.'
Well I guess it's time to call since my two boys just arrived. Umeda said he would cook and Ryoichi is preparing the drinks. Food and drinks solve everything don't you know. Umeda just hugged me and smiled that 'don't wuss out smile' of his. I think I can convince the two to hold me tonight. Besides we haveall the time in the world for the other activity 'wink'.
So to put it shortly I am Ashiya Mika and after eighteen years of trying to fix my life I finally found the right path and I got to run call my dad.
