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Chapter Three
It's been two years since I last saw the TAC and Kusanagi. I miss them all so much, but I hid it from my mom and grandmother. Because if I did tell them, it would hurt them, so I keep it to myself.
"Momiji," my mom said. "You have a telephone call."
"Thanks," I said, taking the phone from her hands. "Hello?"
"Momiji, this is Takeuchi," she said. "Kusanagi is here."
Once I heard his name my heart sunk in my chest and butterflies flew violently in my stomach.
"Kusanagi?" I said, as I tightly closed my eyes, trying to picture him. "What is he doing there?"
"He's hurt, Mrs. Matsudaira is running tests on him," she replied. "He keeps on asking for you, Momiji."
I swallowed my worries and sighed. "Takeuchi, what should I do?"
"Do you think maybe you could come back to Tokyo for a while?" she asked. "You don't have to stay here for long."
I took a deep breath and sighed. Should I go? I mean, I would be able to see my friends again and Kusanagi. But then, I don't know if I'm ready to see him again. It's been so long since I've talked to him and seen him. I wish I knew if I was ready to go…
"Momiji?" she asked.
I snapped out of my trance. "I guess I'll come to Tokyo," I answered.
I got my coat and told my mom I was going to a friend's house. I called a taxi and I was on my way to Tokyo. I wonder how much it changed since I've been gone. Maybe there was no more flower stands, sushi bar vendors along the sidewalk, and the Kushinada Pandemonium era didn't exist. But, can something like that change so dramatically after two years?
The taxi driver dropped me off at the Cross Roads and I paid him. I grabbed my little bag and got out of the car. I began to walk down he sidewalk. The smell of candy and seafood lingered the air as I passed the restaurants. After all this time it didn't really change that much. The same food vendors were on the same corners, the video arcades were still there, the same little girls ran down the street chasing boys, and believe it or not, there was one picture of me in a store window. Even though it was only one picture, it made me believe that no one has forgotten about me and what the TAC and I have done to save Japan.
I stood in front of the TAC building. I took a deep breath and walked inside. I walked up the stairs, wanting to turn around and go back to Izumo. But, I kept moving my feet. With each step, I thought more and more about Kusanagi, that's probably the force that's making me move.
I finally reached the main office and went inside. Attention was turned to me. They all got up and ran over to me. They all looked the same. Kunikida still had his beard, Takeuchi still kept her hair over one eye, Kome still looked as if she was going to war, Yaegashi still had his glasses, and Matsudaira still wore her lab coat. They were just how I remembered them.
"Momiji!" Kunikida shouted, and hugged me.
"Ok, calm down." I said, and they all backed away.
"Oh, Momiji, you're so beautiful." Takeuchi said.
"Thanks," I said. "Where's Kusanagi?"
Matsudaira looked up and smiled. "Would you like you see him?"
I nodded and followed her into the research room. Kusanagi lied unconscious on the bed. My heart broke all over again as I saw him lying there, lifelessly. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
"Go on, Momiji," she urged. "Talk to him, he can hear you."
I walked closer to the bed and looked down at him. "Matsudaira, what happened to him?"
"I'm not really sure," she said. "He came here and then he passed out right on the floor."
He had scars all over his arms and legs and he had black and blue circles around his eyes. "Kusanagi," I whispered, as tears escaped my eyes.
"Momiji, I'll make up the other bed for you, if you want?" she asked. "Or, you can probably have your old room back at Kunikida's house."
"I'll stay here for a while, then I'll go back to Izumo," I replied, and stared at Kusanagi.
"Alright," she said. "If you need anything, just come and get one of us."
"Ok, thanks." I said.
I heard her leave and I grabbed his hand. His hand still felt warm and still had the same strength in it. I wish I could've been there, when it happened. I could've protected him, but I didn't. Suddenly, I felt something tightening around my hand. I looked down and saw that his fingers were squeezing mine.
"Kusanagi," I whispered, and looked at his face. His eyes fluttered open and stared at me. "Kusanagi! You're alright!"
"Of course," he said, and grinned. "Why are you here?"
"Do I have to have a reason to come here?" I asked, and let go of his hand.
"Well, I just thought you were long and gone, when you went back to Izumo." He replied.
"How could you say something so insensitive like that?" I asked. I shouldn't get so mad, because it was the truth. I actually wasn't planning on coming back, but then, he shouldn't just imply on something like that. "Kusanagi, sometimes I get the feeling that you don't care anymore."
"I'm sorry, Momiji," he said, and laughed. "You still have that fiery temper."
"Only towards you," I said. "Now tell me something, Kusanagi. That day on the beach, why did you blow me off like that?"
He looked at me and then turned away. "I didn't want to hurt you, Momiji." He replied. "If I stayed with you, I would've hurt you."
"Well your plan didn't work, because you did hurt me," I said.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I really am."
"Well, this is all I came for, so I'm going," I said and walked towards the door. "Goodbye, Kusanagi. And get better soon."
"Momiji, don't leave," he said.
But it was too late; I was already out the door. "I'm sorry, Kusanagi," I whispered and then walked away. I went back to the office, where everyone sat. I didn't know what I wanted to do. It was either go or stay. But deep in my heart, I wanted more than anything to stay.
To Be Continued...
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Chapter Three
It's been two years since I last saw the TAC and Kusanagi. I miss them all so much, but I hid it from my mom and grandmother. Because if I did tell them, it would hurt them, so I keep it to myself.
"Momiji," my mom said. "You have a telephone call."
"Thanks," I said, taking the phone from her hands. "Hello?"
"Momiji, this is Takeuchi," she said. "Kusanagi is here."
Once I heard his name my heart sunk in my chest and butterflies flew violently in my stomach.
"Kusanagi?" I said, as I tightly closed my eyes, trying to picture him. "What is he doing there?"
"He's hurt, Mrs. Matsudaira is running tests on him," she replied. "He keeps on asking for you, Momiji."
I swallowed my worries and sighed. "Takeuchi, what should I do?"
"Do you think maybe you could come back to Tokyo for a while?" she asked. "You don't have to stay here for long."
I took a deep breath and sighed. Should I go? I mean, I would be able to see my friends again and Kusanagi. But then, I don't know if I'm ready to see him again. It's been so long since I've talked to him and seen him. I wish I knew if I was ready to go…
"Momiji?" she asked.
I snapped out of my trance. "I guess I'll come to Tokyo," I answered.
I got my coat and told my mom I was going to a friend's house. I called a taxi and I was on my way to Tokyo. I wonder how much it changed since I've been gone. Maybe there was no more flower stands, sushi bar vendors along the sidewalk, and the Kushinada Pandemonium era didn't exist. But, can something like that change so dramatically after two years?
The taxi driver dropped me off at the Cross Roads and I paid him. I grabbed my little bag and got out of the car. I began to walk down he sidewalk. The smell of candy and seafood lingered the air as I passed the restaurants. After all this time it didn't really change that much. The same food vendors were on the same corners, the video arcades were still there, the same little girls ran down the street chasing boys, and believe it or not, there was one picture of me in a store window. Even though it was only one picture, it made me believe that no one has forgotten about me and what the TAC and I have done to save Japan.
I stood in front of the TAC building. I took a deep breath and walked inside. I walked up the stairs, wanting to turn around and go back to Izumo. But, I kept moving my feet. With each step, I thought more and more about Kusanagi, that's probably the force that's making me move.
I finally reached the main office and went inside. Attention was turned to me. They all got up and ran over to me. They all looked the same. Kunikida still had his beard, Takeuchi still kept her hair over one eye, Kome still looked as if she was going to war, Yaegashi still had his glasses, and Matsudaira still wore her lab coat. They were just how I remembered them.
"Momiji!" Kunikida shouted, and hugged me.
"Ok, calm down." I said, and they all backed away.
"Oh, Momiji, you're so beautiful." Takeuchi said.
"Thanks," I said. "Where's Kusanagi?"
Matsudaira looked up and smiled. "Would you like you see him?"
I nodded and followed her into the research room. Kusanagi lied unconscious on the bed. My heart broke all over again as I saw him lying there, lifelessly. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
"Go on, Momiji," she urged. "Talk to him, he can hear you."
I walked closer to the bed and looked down at him. "Matsudaira, what happened to him?"
"I'm not really sure," she said. "He came here and then he passed out right on the floor."
He had scars all over his arms and legs and he had black and blue circles around his eyes. "Kusanagi," I whispered, as tears escaped my eyes.
"Momiji, I'll make up the other bed for you, if you want?" she asked. "Or, you can probably have your old room back at Kunikida's house."
"I'll stay here for a while, then I'll go back to Izumo," I replied, and stared at Kusanagi.
"Alright," she said. "If you need anything, just come and get one of us."
"Ok, thanks." I said.
I heard her leave and I grabbed his hand. His hand still felt warm and still had the same strength in it. I wish I could've been there, when it happened. I could've protected him, but I didn't. Suddenly, I felt something tightening around my hand. I looked down and saw that his fingers were squeezing mine.
"Kusanagi," I whispered, and looked at his face. His eyes fluttered open and stared at me. "Kusanagi! You're alright!"
"Of course," he said, and grinned. "Why are you here?"
"Do I have to have a reason to come here?" I asked, and let go of his hand.
"Well, I just thought you were long and gone, when you went back to Izumo." He replied.
"How could you say something so insensitive like that?" I asked. I shouldn't get so mad, because it was the truth. I actually wasn't planning on coming back, but then, he shouldn't just imply on something like that. "Kusanagi, sometimes I get the feeling that you don't care anymore."
"I'm sorry, Momiji," he said, and laughed. "You still have that fiery temper."
"Only towards you," I said. "Now tell me something, Kusanagi. That day on the beach, why did you blow me off like that?"
He looked at me and then turned away. "I didn't want to hurt you, Momiji." He replied. "If I stayed with you, I would've hurt you."
"Well your plan didn't work, because you did hurt me," I said.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I really am."
"Well, this is all I came for, so I'm going," I said and walked towards the door. "Goodbye, Kusanagi. And get better soon."
"Momiji, don't leave," he said.
But it was too late; I was already out the door. "I'm sorry, Kusanagi," I whispered and then walked away. I went back to the office, where everyone sat. I didn't know what I wanted to do. It was either go or stay. But deep in my heart, I wanted more than anything to stay.
To Be Continued...
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