Disclaimer: It's not mine, It's not mine, IT'S NOT MINE!!!!!
Author's note: Read and enjoy. I can't think of anything else to say…::cough cough:: oh yeah, one of the main reasons I'm writing a fic of this nature is that…I just haven't seen enough Miki/Kozue ones out there. I mean, come on people, where's your sense of adventure? Oh and I tried to make Kozue meaner in this chapter (poor Miki…)
Chp.2
Juri had finally convinced me to go see the coffin again. So, we stood before it now, astounded by its looming presence in the deserted garden. It was closed presently, but that didn't change the fact that she was inside of it. My sweet butterfly.
"So, here we are…" she said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah," I murmured. My eyes were dried out to the point that no more tears would come. Kozue wouldn't want me to cry anyway.
"Miki, can we talk about what you told me?"
"What?" I was distracted as a cold breeze toyed with the last few petals still draped over the lid. They swirled into a semi-tornado before slowly drifting to the ground. "What more is there to say?" I asked bitterly.
Juri looked unconvinced. "I think that there's something you're not telling me. There's more to the story isn't there?"
I gazed at her and then upwards at the sky. It was late afternoon by now and the sun was starting to set, casting unearthly hues of gold and rust. I sighed. I have to tell her. It's better that I come to terms with what happened rather than holding it all inside. "Yes, so much more than you could ever imagine," I said, smiling sadly at the memory.
"Let's sit down then. I want to hear this."
So we did and I began the rest of my intricate story, telling her just how much I was to blame for Kozue's death…
2 weeks and 6 days earlier:
The night after the "bathing fiasco", I was still thinking about it. It was near midnight, but I was still awake and pondering the way I had acted. Why did "if we weren't related" keep bothering me? I knew she was my sister and therefore, completely off limits. I hadn't even admitted anything to myself yet.
Next to me, Kozue shifted in her sleep, groaning slightly. The sheets were tangled around her messily and the top button of her pajama shirt had come undone. The next one wasn't too far behind. I unconsciously reached over, redid it for her and tried my best to straighten out her covers. I tucked them under her chin and swept the loose sapphire strands of hair from her face. Then, it occurred to me that this was the antidote to my recent problems. All the moments, which we shared (like this one), all the ones were we equally showed how pure and unconditional our sibling love was…they kept me grounded in sanity. And safe from these new thoughts of "what if?" I didn't want to risk jeopardizing what we already had.
Sleep came to me quickly after that.
The morning light streamed into the room, causing me to squint my now open (but tired) eyes. I turned to face Kozue and gaped at an empty spot that had a vague outline of her body pressed into it. She must have just gotten up.
Without warning, a shirt was thrown into my face and I bolted upright.
"Get up! You'll be late dumbass!" came Kozue's fanatical cry. She was putting on her clothes with amazing speed.
"What time is it?" I asked groggily. I threw off the covers and got to my feet, nearly falling over backwards with the weight of sleep still lingering.
"7:45! Get dressed!" she sounded really annoyed. "I fucking can't believe you let me oversleep!"
"Since when is it my fault?" I threw back playfully.
She glared at me and said, "I hate you," and walked out, fully dressed now. I soon heard the sounds of her making a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. I sat stunned for a while. She had no idea how much those words hurt me.
Putting my arms through the sleeves of my shirt, I secured it around myself and then after searching for my pants, put those on too.
In the kitchen, she was sitting at the table, scarfing spoonfuls of soggy cereal. I grimaced. She must have seen me because she said, "What's your problem? Come eat."
I grabbed some food and joined her, sitting down in the chair across from hers. We ate in silence until we were finished, at which point I said, "I guess we'd better get going, huh?"
"Uh-huh, whatever," she nodded.
I stood and went for the door, picking my bag off the floor before stepping outside. Kozue followed and we walked for awhile, until reaching the school. I noticed a group of her friends standing around. One looked up and waved, the others copied her, and they immediately swarmed towards us. I was abruptly overwhelmed with 7 giggling girls sharing the latest gossip. I heard various bursts of, "You won't believe what he did!" and "Did you hear what happened to Wakaba?" or even "Does anyone have advil? I have cramps!"
This happened every morning. The second we got near the school, Kozue's friends would interrupt our walk and steal her away to go talk about who knows what…I wanted to go one day without having her leave. I wanted to walk with her and talk with her about how beautiful the sky was or how beautiful…she…was. Damn! There it was again! Couldn't I stop myself from thinking about it for one freaking second?
"Bye Kozue. I'll see you later," I said. My voice was drowned out over the sounds of the girls and so she didn't glance in my direction, much less hear me. Oh well, there was always tonight…
Later that day in class, my teacher announced that we would have to keep a personal journal for the next week, recording all of our thoughts and desires; anything we could think of really. Everyone was pissed but I didn't mind. He said it wouldn't be read and so we should feel free to indulge ourselves. The point of it all would be to look back on it someday and see what we were like in high school. I knew exactly what I was. Confused. Maybe this "writing down your thoughts" thing might help me to deal with my weird feelings toward Kozue as of late. Just maybe.
Author's note: ………..::cough cough::…………I once again have nothing more to say then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW ME!! There's more chapters to come if you do…
Author's note: Read and enjoy. I can't think of anything else to say…::cough cough:: oh yeah, one of the main reasons I'm writing a fic of this nature is that…I just haven't seen enough Miki/Kozue ones out there. I mean, come on people, where's your sense of adventure? Oh and I tried to make Kozue meaner in this chapter (poor Miki…)
Chp.2
Juri had finally convinced me to go see the coffin again. So, we stood before it now, astounded by its looming presence in the deserted garden. It was closed presently, but that didn't change the fact that she was inside of it. My sweet butterfly.
"So, here we are…" she said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah," I murmured. My eyes were dried out to the point that no more tears would come. Kozue wouldn't want me to cry anyway.
"Miki, can we talk about what you told me?"
"What?" I was distracted as a cold breeze toyed with the last few petals still draped over the lid. They swirled into a semi-tornado before slowly drifting to the ground. "What more is there to say?" I asked bitterly.
Juri looked unconvinced. "I think that there's something you're not telling me. There's more to the story isn't there?"
I gazed at her and then upwards at the sky. It was late afternoon by now and the sun was starting to set, casting unearthly hues of gold and rust. I sighed. I have to tell her. It's better that I come to terms with what happened rather than holding it all inside. "Yes, so much more than you could ever imagine," I said, smiling sadly at the memory.
"Let's sit down then. I want to hear this."
So we did and I began the rest of my intricate story, telling her just how much I was to blame for Kozue's death…
2 weeks and 6 days earlier:
The night after the "bathing fiasco", I was still thinking about it. It was near midnight, but I was still awake and pondering the way I had acted. Why did "if we weren't related" keep bothering me? I knew she was my sister and therefore, completely off limits. I hadn't even admitted anything to myself yet.
Next to me, Kozue shifted in her sleep, groaning slightly. The sheets were tangled around her messily and the top button of her pajama shirt had come undone. The next one wasn't too far behind. I unconsciously reached over, redid it for her and tried my best to straighten out her covers. I tucked them under her chin and swept the loose sapphire strands of hair from her face. Then, it occurred to me that this was the antidote to my recent problems. All the moments, which we shared (like this one), all the ones were we equally showed how pure and unconditional our sibling love was…they kept me grounded in sanity. And safe from these new thoughts of "what if?" I didn't want to risk jeopardizing what we already had.
Sleep came to me quickly after that.
The morning light streamed into the room, causing me to squint my now open (but tired) eyes. I turned to face Kozue and gaped at an empty spot that had a vague outline of her body pressed into it. She must have just gotten up.
Without warning, a shirt was thrown into my face and I bolted upright.
"Get up! You'll be late dumbass!" came Kozue's fanatical cry. She was putting on her clothes with amazing speed.
"What time is it?" I asked groggily. I threw off the covers and got to my feet, nearly falling over backwards with the weight of sleep still lingering.
"7:45! Get dressed!" she sounded really annoyed. "I fucking can't believe you let me oversleep!"
"Since when is it my fault?" I threw back playfully.
She glared at me and said, "I hate you," and walked out, fully dressed now. I soon heard the sounds of her making a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. I sat stunned for a while. She had no idea how much those words hurt me.
Putting my arms through the sleeves of my shirt, I secured it around myself and then after searching for my pants, put those on too.
In the kitchen, she was sitting at the table, scarfing spoonfuls of soggy cereal. I grimaced. She must have seen me because she said, "What's your problem? Come eat."
I grabbed some food and joined her, sitting down in the chair across from hers. We ate in silence until we were finished, at which point I said, "I guess we'd better get going, huh?"
"Uh-huh, whatever," she nodded.
I stood and went for the door, picking my bag off the floor before stepping outside. Kozue followed and we walked for awhile, until reaching the school. I noticed a group of her friends standing around. One looked up and waved, the others copied her, and they immediately swarmed towards us. I was abruptly overwhelmed with 7 giggling girls sharing the latest gossip. I heard various bursts of, "You won't believe what he did!" and "Did you hear what happened to Wakaba?" or even "Does anyone have advil? I have cramps!"
This happened every morning. The second we got near the school, Kozue's friends would interrupt our walk and steal her away to go talk about who knows what…I wanted to go one day without having her leave. I wanted to walk with her and talk with her about how beautiful the sky was or how beautiful…she…was. Damn! There it was again! Couldn't I stop myself from thinking about it for one freaking second?
"Bye Kozue. I'll see you later," I said. My voice was drowned out over the sounds of the girls and so she didn't glance in my direction, much less hear me. Oh well, there was always tonight…
Later that day in class, my teacher announced that we would have to keep a personal journal for the next week, recording all of our thoughts and desires; anything we could think of really. Everyone was pissed but I didn't mind. He said it wouldn't be read and so we should feel free to indulge ourselves. The point of it all would be to look back on it someday and see what we were like in high school. I knew exactly what I was. Confused. Maybe this "writing down your thoughts" thing might help me to deal with my weird feelings toward Kozue as of late. Just maybe.
Author's note: ………..::cough cough::…………I once again have nothing more to say then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW ME!! There's more chapters to come if you do…