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Background: Bleh
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"WHY ARE YOU LEAVING HIM?" screamed Motoko.
Earlier that day, Motoko had uncovered a letter sitting on the table next to the phone. It was addressed to Keitaro. Motoko, being the one full of honor, couldn't resist, so she picked up the letter, checked her surroundings for any spies, and quickly but carefully cut the seal open with some nifty sword work. What she saw made her feel sorry of Keitaro, but it gave her a sliver of hope as well.
It was a letter from her, who once again, did not know her fortune, and decided to move away.
Dear Keitaro,
By the time you are reading this, I would be far away from this place, away from Japan, away from all of you. However, there is one thing I must say before that happens. Hence I write this letter. I am breaking up with you. I know this is rather blunt, but I would rather not disguise my words and perhaps give you false hope in what is not possible. I will not lie and say that saying this makes me sad, but I truly am sorry for whatever hurt I may have caused you. However, my 'love' for you seems to have evaporated overnight. I do not know what happened, but starting from a few days ago, I've started seeing you as a good friend of mine, and not a love interest. Perhaps from the start, I have preferred it this way. Your love for me seems to have affected me to think that I truly love you. But I don't. I do know that your love for me is genuine, and I greatly appreciate it, but somehow, my gut tells me that we were not meant to be. Since I am not strong enough to say this to you in person, I have left behind this final letter in a long while. Perhaps we will meet again someday, and you would have a happier life with another person you love equally.
The letter wasn't signed. Perhaps she thought that not leaving behind her name might lessen the pain of Keitaro at the end. Nevertheless, Motoko sensed that nobody was meant to find this letter this early, and from the text, she assumed that Keitaro was meant to be the first person to receive this letter. Since Keitaro usually woke up at around 9 a.m., and the current time was 6 a.m., Motoko guessed that if she could reach wherever she was now, she might be able to catch up with her. It was a long shot, but there was still a chance to help Keitaro, so carefully, Motoko slowly reread the letter, scanning it for any clues that might inform her of her whereabouts.
She soon realized the clue.
As she arrived at the airport, Motoko realized that her search was probably futile. Searching for on person in this giant mess of people was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Nevertheless, as a friend of Keitaro, she had to try. Before she had left home, Motoko had taken the letter with her, to ensure that Keitaro would not find the letter and ruin things. Looking at the directions, Motoko immediately dashed towards the customs office. Once there, she questioned the pretty woman behind the counter.
"Excuse me, my name is Motoko Aoyama, and I would like to ask whether a this person has checked in?", Motoko held up a picture.
"I'm sorry, but we are bound by the contract not to release information of our clients", said the woman, smiling politely.
"Please, I really do need to find her by today", begged Motoko.
The woman did not relent.
Motoko cursed under her breath, sighed, and turned back. In a miraculously instant, she saw the exact person she was looking for. She was dressed in a long white dress with floral patterns, and was dragging a relatively small suitcase behind her. Motoko dashed towards her. As she approached, the woman turned, and Motoko screamed, "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING HIM?" Thankfully, she didn't really raise her voice much, so only the woman heard her. "HE LOVES YOU!" Secretly, Motoko wished that the love was directed at her, but she knew that she couldn't be that selfish, and let his happiness vanish without a fight.
The woman turned, stared Motoko straight in the eye for several moments, but Motoko did not relent. Finally, the woman sighed, and shot back a statement that contained a hidden question.
"He promised to take care of me forever." She sighed. "But will he love me forever?"
Ok, I guess that's it.