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The school bell rang, breaking free Kouyama Mitsuki from her daydream. Standing up and

tucking her textbooks into her bag, careful not to hit Takuto whilst doing so, she stretched and

yawned, idly thinking about her meeting with Ooshige-san this afternoon. Waving goodbye to

her friends, she ambled merrily down the path softly humming a bar to her new single,

Eternal Snow.

Takuto in his adorable neko form poked his head out of Mitsuki's bag and watched her

thoughtfully before Meroko pulled him back in, clinging to him and making barely audible

cute noises.

"Meroko!" Takuto's squeal caused a giggle to bubble up in Mitsuki's throat.

"Poor Takuto." She sympathised, if not a bit too loudly. A boy walking past, threw her an

odd look and hurried along, leaving Mitsuki somewhat clueless to his thoughts, as she softly

conversed with the Shinigami in her bag.

~*~



Playground school bell rings, again

Rain clouds come to play, again

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello, I am your mind, giving you someone to talk to

Hello..



~*~



Back in her bedroom, Mitsuki tucked a picture of Eichi into her breast pocket. Meroko, in her

normal form, tossed a stray lock of fuchsia hair over her shoulder and winked.

"Taking Eichi-kun with you?" Meroko giggled, not noticing Takuto's stony look at the

mention of Eichi. Mitsuki nodded happily and patted her pocket, ignoring the stray thought of

the truth of where Eichi really is. Mitsuki knew she lived in a dream by pretending Eichi's

death never happened, that he never had of boarded that plane that took his life and soul. In

all of Mitsuki's naivety she falsely believed his heart was still beating and his chest still rising

with intake and outtake of breath.

Without warning Takuto snapped his fingers, activating his blood within Mitsuki's body. The

tingling sensation as he transformed her cancer infected twelve-year-old body into a healthy

sixteen-year-old body. Her now blonde hair trailed down her back as the light that had

exploded from her body dimmed.

"Thank you, Takuto." Mitsuki murmured, admiring herself in the mirror as Meroko chanted

her little incantation and converted her looks so she looked like twelve-year-old Mitsuki, so

that her grandmother wouldn't find out Mitsuki went out.



~*~



If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me

I'm not broken

Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry



~*~



Later that evening after Mitsuki returned home, she carefully placed the treasured photo of

Eichi and her back into the book on space. Takuto and Meroko were sound asleep and

Mitsuki was soon to follow them, her body was tired and her throat ached. Before she closed

the book over, she stared fondly at the photo. Trying to picture what he was doing in America

at the very moment, her tired imagination failed her. Mitsuki was too mentally exhausted to

play make believe tonight. Instead of being happy to look at the photograph, it struck a deep

sadness within her heart. A soft snuffling noise escaped her, quickly followed by another.

Mitsuki covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trying to muffle the noise as one sob after

another escaped her. She couldn't admit to anyone about his death, she'd never survive his or

her pity. Sob after sob wracked her small body as she rocked back and forward on her knees.

Even though the pain was real now, tomorrow it would be non-existent; she'd continue to

pretend to believe. But for now, she grieved for a love never confessed.



~*~



Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello, I'm still here, all that's left

Of yesterday...