A Brand New Day

Author: Sacharine
Feedback: yes, please!
Rating: PG-13 
Warning: Future profanities? No-beta (Please excuse any minor mistakes.)
Pairing: Mikagami/Fuuko, Recca/Yanagi
Notes: "..." denotes speech '...' denotes thoughts

Fuuko abruptly pulled up his hand to place his plait into his upturned palm. Then, she motioned for him to take the scissors.

"Let go of your past. Or you will never have a future." Fuuko whispered, her demeanour strangely quiet, "You have a present now, but as times passes, it will too become your past. You are selfish you know. You never let your sister go. Do you think you are the only people who had someone dear die? What about Ganko? Koganei? Or even me? Hisui died to save me too. Why am I able to look to the future while you are stuck in a rut? Mifuyu died so that you can live. Why aren't you living for her? Why have you let her die for naught? Live! Let go! We are here to catch you!"

'Live Mikagami, I will always like you, live for us, if not for me...'She keened in her heart, hoping, hoping. 'Please...'

He gave her a small faint smile. Fuuko always hated it when he does that, that sad creepy look. With a soft snip, he sliced off eleven years of pain. Slashed at the strands that held fast. Then he dropped the scissor and his hair on the floor. Mikagami bowed over, clutching the base of his neck, keening softly, clutching at where his hair should have been. " God it hurts! Why? Why me? Who am I? Who am I now? Who am I now?"

"You are Mikagami Tokiya. Once, a descendent of Meguri Kyoza. Once a Hokage warrior. Still a Hokage descendent." Fuuko retrieved the scissor from the floor and began to trim his hair into some resemblance of neatness, speaking him amid the soft clips and the fall of the little tendrils of hair. Her eyes were hidden amid her own long mop of fringe, the rest of the hair in a ponytail.

"You are a friend to us. You were a brother to Mikagami Mifuyu, but now are a brother to Morikawa Ganko and Koganei Kaoru. You are a student at Tokyo University, studying Business Management and amazing I'm a student there too." Fuuko sprayed some water on the locks in front of her.

"You were once obsessed with revenge, but now, you have us. Maybe once you were cold, heartless but now we are here to melt you. Already melted you," Fuuko smiled, " Or you wouldn't be here right now. Fuuko shifted to her left and rolled her shoulders, tackling a particular nasty chunk of hair that disagreed with her scissor.

"And NO matter how horrible you were, how horrible you are, and how horrible you will be, we are then, here and tomorrow for you. We are friends. This is what friends are for, if only you will let us. Blood washes off, Mi-chan. We are fighters. We hurt people, eventually, unintentionally. We all hurt people and if you all guilty for any life lost, what about the your life you lost feeling sorry for other people, who are dead, no longer able to care? We are alive. The ones surviving hurt most, loses most."

Fuuko tapped Mikagami on the shoulder and brought up a mirror, to let him see himself, view her handiwork.

"How can you ever forget how your sister look like when she smiles? Just look into a mirror, you silly. Forgetting is part of body mechanism to keep one sane. You of all people should know that. Anyway, if you do forget, God forbid, there is always a friend of we truly call Hanabishi Yanagi you know."

He stared into the mirror his expression changing quicker than weather. She would have swore she saw his eyes swam.

Mikagami plucked the mirror out of her hands and stood. Mikagami did something right out of character. He picked up his half unravelled braid while putting down the mirror and drew Fuuko awkwardly into his arms for a hug. Resting his chin on her hair, he murmured a soft 'thanks'. Fuuko melted into a puddle of goo. Pulling away, he places his hair into her hand and Mikagami flushed.

I want you to keep it. For me." He smiled sublimely at her and Fuuko felt herself fall just a little bit more, right into love.

"Well, its eight now, hurry, I'm giving you a lift to the U." She stared bemusedly at him. She would never forget this sight, he looks just like a fallen angel, standing in front of her window with his hair all tousled and framed in a halo of light. She shook her head to clear it.

Tucking the hair into a drawer, she dashed into the bathroom to change into causal jeans and a pullover, grabbing a large sweater left behind by a friend as a after thought. Running across him in the hallway, she reached up and affectionately ruffled up his shoulder length bangs that edge back and up to the middle of his nape. Narrowly escaping being deck, she pushed the sweater into his hands and scampered down the stairwell.

"Change out of that stinky shirt! And remember to lock the door! And feed the cat! And close the windows!" She shouted after him and bounded down the last few flights of staircases.

She leaned against the red snazzy convertible and smirked, waiting remarkably patiently. 'Mitchy would never believe I can stand still or even a minute.'

The little voice in her head spoke again. 'And he should never lose his reason or way again, for you are Kirisawa Fuuko and you never fall in love with a loser."

"Right on."

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