A/N: Blah. That last chapter sucked. Gawd…x.x;
I just read it. There were so many errors….Argh. Anyway, this one's better…I
hope. x__x;; The last chapter was more like a prologue than a chapter, now that
I think about it. 'Cause the rest is going to be more along the lines of an
actual story. x.e; Haven't written one of those in a while, ne? x.x; Welp, this
chapter happens about four weeks after the last one..so…:
Chapter 2: Forgotten
Drafts
Placing
her tray upon the lunch table, Tachikawa Mimi squeezed herself amongst her
American friends. They were talking, loudly, about, well about something. To
her it was just mindless chitchat, filling in the silence that should be the
cafeteria. In her world, however, all was noiseless. She had not yet awoken
from this nightmare, she felt, this terrifying planet where she was separated
from Koushiro.
Unfortunately, some nightmares
become your reality.
It had been a month since she had
last heard from Koushiro, and her confidence in long distance relationships had
begun to dwindle. Nothing seemed to aid her in anything anymore. Not even
Sora's lengthy e-mails and advice helped. She wanted to hear from Koushiro;
needed to hear from him. She only
required knowing he was all right. And happy. She prayed he was content with
whatever he was feeling in Japan at that moment, but she had no way of knowing
if this was true.
No one did. Koushiro hadn't spoken
nor confided in any of the other chosen. They presumed he was sick, or just
busy with another computer program.
He would never hold any of those
things above Mimi, right?
…Right?
She had ruined the floppy disc in
her uncertainties. She really hadn't meant to, truly. Koushiro's words, the memories
that had been placed on that disc had brought her a great amount of comfort the
first few weeks. But its powers seemed to cease when the e-mails did. She had
gotten enraged at her beliefs, that this relationship would last across miles,
even over oceans for Christ's sake. It had been stupid to believe in such. The
least Koushiro could of done was tell her, inform her what was going on.
Heartbroken, Mimi believed that perhaps she wasn't important enough anymore,
that perhaps, as the computer disc had, their love had lost its information,
the threads of time being torn from it, rendering it little more than useless.
Tresses
of pink dangling loosely, honey luster eyes gaped solemnly at the plate of food
that was to be her lunch. In a sense of nausea, she held no appetite, having
not longed for food for quite some time now. What could food do for her anyway?
Keep her alive?
"Mimi?"
The persistent nagging of her dark-haired friend would awaken Mimi from her
dreamlike stance. Her head elevated, giving the girl notion she was alive and
awake in the present, for now, anyway.
Kerri
only had to take one glance at her friend, one look at those golden-brown orbs
to know what was amiss about Mimi. Items like this provided Keri with the sting
of disappointment; she had thought Mimi to be someone outgoing, someone who
would fit perfectly in the clique she held so highly. "It's that boy back in
Japan again." Silver eyes rolled in
utter annoyance as Kerri returned her attention back to her packed lunch.
"Aw…haven't
heard from 'Shiro yet?" A voice of teasing nature was heard to Mimi's left. In
her thoughts, Mimi had not looked to see whom she sat beside. It was only now;
she realized disappointingly, that it was Jason to her one side.
Jason
could have any girl tied to his arm; hair of midnight and oculars of deep
brown, he was quite handsome in terms. With a muscular build and tall stature,
the boy held himself on a podium. And if you didn't like it, he wanted nothing
to do with your company.
Grasping
either side of the tray with both hands, she stood to her feet, walking off
without a word.
_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_-*-_
"Koushiro...?
Honey?" The oblong head of Mrs. Izumi peeked its way inside the door to her
son's bedroom. She was greatly concerned about his recent time spent in his
room, alone. Sure, Koushiro spent hours in there before, however, those hours
had been spent on the computer. Nowadays when she walked in, the glow of the
PineApple monitor was never experienced, the sound of the keys never heard.
"Yes,
Mom?" Flipping onto his side, the redhead was found lying on his bed. Thinking,
drifting…that's how most of his time had been spent over the past month or so.
He actually could not remember when this sulking began; he had just fallen into
it. And now, it had become his life.
"Someone's
here to see you…a girl named Sora." Mrs. Izumi stepped aside, allowing the auburn haired girl to step inside
the confines of Koushiro's room.
"Thank
you, Mrs. Izumi." Smiling politely, Takenouchi Sora bid farewell to her
friends' mother. She was almost frightened to come to visit her fellow
destined. He had responded coldly to the others when they attempted to catch
him after school.
No
one seemed to know what was bothering him, but it was the never-ending e-mails
that Mimi had sent her that had finally convinced her to give it a shot. What
they had had, Koushiro and Mimi, she did not desire to see it come to a close.
She envied them for having found such love at a young age, and now, Koushiro
had slammed a metal slab over top his heart.
With
another step, Mrs. Izumi would exit out of the room, respectfully shutting
Koushiro's door behind her.
"Why
are you here?" Koushiro snapped almost immediately after his mother had
departed. His face was stained red, as it often was on a weekday afternoon. His
tresses lie only as a mop atop his head, haven not been brushed since that
morning. The dark green Odaiba Junior High uniform had yet to be removed for
the most part. His jacket and tie had been thrown haphazardly on the bedroom
floor, and the white dress shirt had been untucked.
Surprised,
his appearance demonstrated to Sora just how upset the younger boy was. Hygiene
and grooming would have been Mimi's expertise to comment on. But she wasn't
worried about that now…"I'm concerned about you…we're all so worried…"
"No
use fighting that." Koushiro collapsed back onto his mattress, forcing the
springs to release a soft thud as he did so.
"What's
wrong?"
"Nothing." His response was quick, his voice holding no
feeling. Sora had not known what to expect when she had left for the Izumi
residence that day, but she had not expected this. Koushiro had always
expressed his feelings with word when he was asked to, but now, now he was so
cold. Sora had lost hope that even she could reach him at this rate.
She
wondered then, could even Mimi reach his imprisoned heart?
"You
haven't read your e-mail, have you?"
"Like
she writes to me anymore." Onyx oculars, rolled in irritation. Those very same
oculars had captivated Mimi for the longest time during her life in Japan. In
the present, however, they found themselves caged selfishly, emotionless to the
very center.
"She
does."
Disbelief.
Those onyx oculars showed emotion. Hope.
A/N: Horrid? I thought so too. X.x; Er…expect
Chapter 3 soon. ^^; This story is literally writing itself, so, we'll all be
surprised with the next chapter. :D Although I have a slight idea….Be nice and
review, pweese? ;.;