Endless Days

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Disclaimer: I don't own RK and characters.

Author Notes: None….hehe…….Just keep reading. Now here's chapter 3. Hey umm….I…If you're wondering why I placed a translation under the Japanese sentences rather than just typing them in English, umm I just thought…..well actually no reason at all. I just thought young Misao would be better off speaking in Japanese. So don't bother asking why cause I just answered you. I don't really know why I even did it……-

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Chapter 3: Truth and Wonder

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"Okasan….Tochan….."

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A lone figure sat on the plush grass in pure darkness. The girl's short, soft, black and blue hair was tied in pigtails. Her midnight black dress danced with the evening wind while her cerulean blue eyes glowed brilliantly in the darkness. She hugged her knees as she gazed at something only she could see from far away.

"Konichiwa." She voiced in her cute little voice.

The man whose silhouette was the only thing anyone could see didn't respond.

"Watashi….Nani omae namae desu ka? Watashi wa Makimachi Misao desu. Yorushiku!" she voiced cheerfully.

(Translation: "I…..What is your name. I am Makimachi Misao. Nice to meet you!")

The silhouette remained quiet.

The kindergartner scowled and shouted, "Mou!"

Silent.

"Ne, nan sai desu ka?"

(How old are you?)

No response instead the silhouetted figure slowly disappeared

The child then ran after to the mysterious guy. "Chotto matte yo! Omae no tomodachi ni naru! Matte!"

(Translation: Hey wait for me! I only want to be your friend! Wait!"

'Who is that kid?'

"Oi!"

'Wait….Isn't that….'

"Chotto machi kudasai!"

'That's…."

"MISAO!"

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Misao snapped opened her eyes and found herself laying on a couch. A tall figure stood by her side with hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry I barged in your house like this but your mother has been ignoring everyone in this apartment lately and umm….you guys haven't paid me this month yet." The woman said.

Misao then sat up and blinked a few times. She then recalled what happened last night and why she was sleeping on the couch instead in her bedroom and her abusive stepmother. Her hair was in disarray and her braid was loose. "I see."

Kamatari, the landlady, landlord rather, raised an eyebrow and muttered, "You okay?"

Misao ignored her speech and headed for the bathroom. "I'll stop by later." She voiced plainly and closed the door behind her.

"Sheesh, what a waste of time. I'm outta here."

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As the noise of pouring water came rushing from the shower stall, Misao thought, 'I wonder if it was really him……in my dream……'

She then sighed and raised her head to the shower. 'It's been so long…..'

Turning of the water and grabbing a towel, she wiped herself and wrapped the cloth around her body and left the room. 'Childhood friends huh...'

She then grabbed a brush by her tabled and sat on a chair before a mirror. Thinking as she ran the comb through her hair, she hadn't noticed it was almost time for school. 'I wonder how he is doing. We stopped writing for a while now…..Does he still remember me…? Maybe….Maybe not…'

'But why did I suddenly dream of him? I forgot all about him ever since we stopped contacting each other….' Misao then dropped the towel on the floor and wore some undergarments and placed her school uniform as well. 'Should I write to him once again? But what if he moved to a different place and changed his address?'

Her long, cold fingers had run through her silky black and blue hair before she tied it in a braid. Then she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. She then stood before the door and sighed. As she slipped her shoes on, her depressed look slightly gave away. She then turned the knob and opened the door. Then she stepped outside and closed the entrance behind her back. She had sighed once again before leaving for school.

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The voices of the cheerful students passing by echoed in her head. Misao is still in deep thought and it didn't matter to her that she's quite late. 'It has been a while…Has he really grown that much? Was he even the guy in my dream?'

As she stepped in the crowded classroom, each one of her classmates turned to look at her but she didn't mind one bit. 'Maybe….Maybe I should write to him once more…. Who knows he might still remember me after 5 years of not writing to each other.'

Misao then headed for her seat, ignoring her teacher's rant saying: why are you late, why are you late? 'Yeah maybe I should…' and with that a small smile appeared on her lips which made the other students gasp in surprise. They have never seen her smile. Only a few did.

"Well that's pretty unusual…" Megumi uttered with a sly smile.

"Miss Ice Maiden seems to be happy."

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A petite figure sat on the plush grass holding a sheet of paper and a pen stuck on her mouth. Her head looking up at the sky as she wondered what she should write. Various students stared at her rare behaviour. "Hmmm but what should I write?"

"Misao-chan!" Kaoru yelled running to her with some lunch.

Misao greeted in a cheerful tone, "Ah! konichiwa Kaoru-chan!"

Kaoru stopped on her tracks at her tone of voice. She then sat next to her and placed the lunch box down on the grass and asked, "Ne, Misao-chan you sound different today. Did something happen?"

Misao blinked a few times and replied, "Not really except Mom beat me up yesterday."

"EH!"

"Then I had this dream…"

"A dream?"

Misao nodded and explained everything to her.

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"Ne, did you see Misao smile this morning?" a girl voiced.

The other gals nodded so did Megumi. "That's quite strange. Don't you think so Takani-san?"

All turned eyes to Megumi. "Yeah."

"Hmmm…."

The Takani woman stood with arms crossed and eyes closed. One girl whispered to the others, "Takani-san is acting weird too. What's up with everyone today?"

"I think she's thinking…" One uttered.

A smirk was then etched on Takani's ruby red lips. "Perhaps she's happy..." she uttered. Others gasp.

"But I've never –"

"Yes she is. I bet something made her that way. But a plot wouldn't hurt."

A gal smiled and asked, "You're not gonna ruin Misao's happy moment are you?"

Megumi opened her eyes as she uttered, "Yes I will…."

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"Ooooooooohh…."

"Yeah. We stopped writing five years ago. He's an old friend of mine."

"I see. I've never seen you happy before. So I was a bit surprised."

Misao then turned her eyes to the paper and thought, 'What should I write? What can I say? What would he say if he sees this letter?'

"Kamiya-san!" a female student called.

"Hai!"

"Takahashi sensei wanted to see you."

"Oh okay be right there!"

Kaoru turned to Misao and said, "Well Misao I'll be right back! Let me help you with that letter ok!" and with that Kaoru dashed off to their teacher.

Misao then returned to thinking. 'Dear ……., it's been while…..No. no .no………… how are you? We haven't been-…not good enough…what about….How are you doing? It's me Misao…..No. not good…..' sighs "

"I guess I don't really know what to write after all." sighs Misaothen lifted her head and looked up in the sky, sighing.

"Aoshi-sama……"

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Author Notes: Well that's that. Better rest for a while. I hope you like it. Got nothing much to say. Just thanks to the reviews! The Japanese of "I only want to be your friend"….well I'm not so sure about that…. I'm not sure about umm… Chotto machi kudasai…. As well. I just asked a friend…..see ya in the next chapter. There will surely be some Aoshi fluff….fufufufufufufu

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