Author's Note: I must be losing my touch because my chapters seem to keep getting shorter and shorter. Sorry for the wait and sorry for the length. I just hope you enjoy yourselves.
Chapter 11
The next few weeks were dedicated to the reunion of Meimi and Asuka Jr.'s hearts. They caught up with each other's lives though Meimi did not tell him about the voices. She told him about Saint Tail and everything that she could remember from being a teenager. The mystery of her early adulthood hardly grazed her mind when she was with him. Meimi only pondered about her life when she stayed awake, lying next to him, for the countless nights straining to find out what had happened.
" I need help Asuka Jr." Meimi said desperately one morning at the kitchen table. Asuka, who had been sipping his black coffee sparsely, put down his mug and cocked his head with a questionable look.
" With what?" He asked.
" My past. I don't why I left you and such a wonderful life." She said sadly grasping his hand from across the table. " Do you remember anything. Anything at all?" Asuka Jr. squeezed her hand and opened his brain to the past.
" I just remember you leaving one day. You said something about visiting someone in New York City and you never came back. Saint Tail left too. That's when I realized it was you." He said and smiled.
" Do you recall a name?" Meimi asked him seriously. Asuka Jr. thought but slowly shook his head.
(How does it feel to be alone and betrayed?) The voice rang again. The voice had echoed through her head countless times since her inner self had faded. She struggled to recognize the man's angry voice but she failed to do so. Meimi sighed and took her hand from Asuka Jr.
" I'm going for a walk. You should get to work." She said. Meimi pecked his cheek before walking to the door. " See you later." She said and did a little wave before softly shutting the door. After walking down the stairs and onto the graffiti-stained cement, Meimi sucked in a breath of cool air. " How does it feel to be alone and betrayed?" She whispered.
(Cold, empty, and abandoned.) Her mind responded. Meimi stopped and looked down a familiar alleyway. " This is where Asuka Jr. said he found me." She said to herself. She slowly walked into the darkened, but still seeable, alley. Meimi looked on the ground to find shattered beer bottles. She stepped over the glittering green glass and stared in until her eyes met a dead end. " What is so significant about this little alleyway?" She wondered out loud. Meimi stared up to the blue sky, her eyes catching a black rusty fire escape. Without thinking, she headed for the ladder and began to climb the unsafe metal ladder. She reached the first landing and was greeted with a broken window. Meimi peered inside curiously before carefully ducking in.
The room was bare. The beige rug was torn in the corners of the room. The wallpaper peeled at the ceiling and at the rug.
(I know this place.) Meimi thought in awe. How could she know of such a rundown place? Did she used to live here? (I've never been here before but this place feels so familiar). Her fingers delicately traced the pattern on the wallpaper before she moved to the next room. (This is the bedroom.) She thought amazed that she even knew this place. She knelt down in the middle of the room and brushed her fingers against the worn carpet. They stopped on a face down picture frame. Meimi carefully picked it up and flipped it over. The glass had cracked over a girl's face that was unrecognizable because of it. She took the picture from the frame and gasped.
A young girl with long orange hair beamed as she hugged the arm of a much taller and much older man who was flashing his stunning white teeth. The girl had a beautiful white wedding gown on that elegantly covered her torso and wrapped courtly around her waist. From her waist, the gown poofed out until it was cut off by the ground.
" Oh my god…" She whispered through her hand that had been thrown to her mouth with surprise. She flipped the photo over and read the small description. " Toko and Meimi on their wedding night…" She whispered. She felt faint as she stood on her feet and exited the room.
(How does it feel to be alone and betrayed?) The voice echoed again.
" Toko…" Meimi said softly. She put the picture gently in her purse before climbing out the window. As she climbed down the ladder, her palm felt a rough spot on the rustic metal. She looked and found a smear of old blood. Meimi felt her stomach churn as she looked away. Half of the way down, she tripped sending her plummeting to the cement. Meimi landed hardly on the heap of trash that had not moved since the day she was found there. Being only a little bruised, Meimi stood up and rubbed her head. She gently caressed the scar that had been a wound shortly before. She looked up at the dried blood and connected the two.
(I fell, hit my head, and landed here.) She thought. Her brain burst with images of an enraged man chasing her down the fire escape. She remembered falling and looking up at the man that had pushed her. She remembered the pain when she hit her head and then everything went black.
" This is where I used to live…with Toko." She said overwhelmed.
Author's Note: If you're a Final Fantasy 7, fan please read Fantasy Project X by BirthofMana because he's a newbie. He only has 4 reviews and he's getting discouraged. Don't be afraid to help him out, he likes constructive criticism. But don't tell him I sent you! See you all next chapter and thanks for reading!