Well, thanks to the WGA strike, i got tired of TV since it's all reruns. Writing (I must say) it's more fun hat watching TV:) I think that from now on the updates on this fic will be DAILY. Again, thanks to Misha-12.
OnixTales
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How to wake up in an accident
His vision was still blurry, he couldn't see two meters beyond him. Ten was limping away from the accident, trying not to step on his broken leg. The new and brown suit that covered him was now ripped and smeared with blood. Everything had happened so fast for him: First his best friend crashed into his windshield, then he called the 119 emergency service (1), then somebody else ripped apart his door, made his car a pretzel and punched him in the guts. He barely remembered the man's face, but he did notice that he was missing something. An arm to be exact. What bewildered him the most was the face that was behind the man who attacked him.
"Even though it was for just a split second, I could've sworn that that girl was Shia-san. Who knows? Maybe I just imagined it, since I had seen a completely mangled Kotarou just minutes before, why not imagine Shia there?" Ten thought.
Ten limped down the street and fell down just some steps away. His leg hurt so much he couldn't even stand having it at all. He took out his phone again and dialed the emergency number again. But the cellphone didn't respond, as it was sliced in half. He didn't even think of checking the display, which was gone. He threw it away, useless. Suddenly, a siren was ringing far across the other side. It was the ambulance that he had called for Kotarou.
"What an irony,"-thought Ten-"I called an ambulance for somebody, but it's me who they're taking."
The paramedics, always talking intelligible Japanese medical slang; had taken Ten up, put him on a stretch and put him in the ambulance. As the paramedics put anesthesia on him, Ten simmered back into his head and started falling asleep. Before blacking out, his memory rebooted for a little while, allowing Ten to go back to that precise moment in which the man punched him. The image was crystal-clear. He would recognize those eyes anywhere.
"Shi—aaa-san" whispered Ten as the anesthesia kicked in.
…
Kotarou gazed at heaven's horizon once more. Everything was in order and back in place. It showed the same angelic beauty that it had before they had ran into Sasha. But that was precisely the problem: Sasha wasn't there.
"Misha-san, where is your sister?" Kotarou asked.
"She did somethingies she shouldn't have-su."-Misha said in dismay-"I hope they don'ts do anyhthingies serious to her-suuu."
"I do hope so too." Kotarou said with a smile.
"Let's go find your body-su!"Misha shouted happily.
Misha spread her wings once again and took Kotarou by the hand. And if Kotarou was made of feathers; she gently began to levitate and plunged into the clouds. The clouds began to look thicker and grayer, until they finally reached the sky above the city of Tokyo. "This sure beats any airplane view." Kotarou thought. Misha plunged into a freefall. The couple was falling at an amazing speed. But Kotarou didn't scream, like he ounce did when they jumped from the Tokyo Tower. He didn't know when he was ever going to have a moment like this, so fast yet so slow to his eyes. The moonshine danced on Misha's white gown and played with every sparkling-white feather that covered her wings. She was in that moment, for Kotarou, the most beautiful of beings; angelic, demonic or human. Misha turned her head to Kotarou and saw something that made her strangely happy: Kotarou didn't look like an old man anymore. In fact, his creases and signs of aging had faded away. Kotarou looked like the enlarged version of the boy he would fall in love with 3 years ago. The cuteness had been replaced by the strength of a man. That's how Misha felt.
Both of them smiled to each other. Misha was enjoying the moment as Kotarou did. It was like the prefect midsummer lover's dream.
Kotarou then felt a strange impulse. Like the voice from before was whispering. It said "Fly." Misha suddenly let go of him for no reason and Kotarou started falling on his own. Misha's heart skipped a beat as she saw Kotarou hurtling towards the Earth. She tried to shout but she was even more astonished when she saw this: From Kotarou's back, two white wings spread away like they were always there. Kotarou started gliding and reached Misha. He felt better than he had done his entire life. He took Misha's hand and said "Look Misha-san! I can do it too!". Both of them broke the fall and started gliding gently towards the buildings and streets of the great metropolis.
Needless to say that they were having the time of their lives, both of them experienced a wave of euphoria that accompanied remorse, concern, care, madness and a dozen of other emotions that made the combination perfect. Kotarou later described it to me as: "I knew that instant that I would spend the rest of my existence alongside Misha-san, no matter what. That all that had happened would be nothing, zip, nil compared to the gift that God made me. The chance to love her again. All that had happened was nothing, just hard-work to earn my reward. For the first time in ages I really felt ALIVE."
He was. The only thing to regain was the vessel, the body to live in. Souls are immortal, they have wings to fly and reach the impossible. It is us who chain them to Earth and let them agonize in front of the illusion of a hard and bitter world. Kotarou noticed that it was him that created his own bitterness. He needed Misha to realize that.
(1) 119 is the equivalent of the american 911. Source: wikipedia.
