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Second set of drabbles: Rei and Yoshino.

A Promise Kept

She opens her eyes at the sound of the door opening.

She turns her head to look at her visitor, though she has little doubt as to her identity; merely from a footfall, a breath indrawn or exhaled, a thousand minor clues overlooked by those who call themselves "well," can she tell her visitors apart. The skill is the byproduct of the many hours she spends in this bed, killing time while her body sputters and clings to the brink of life, never quite falling over but never letting her forget that she is not normal, is not living a normal life.

The figure walks forward, solemn, looking at her as though trying to ascertain her condition. She sets down her bag, then comes to kneel at the side of the bed.

They exchange pleasantries—"Hello" and "How are you" and "How was the ceremony" and "How are you feeling," the last of which is really a euphemism for "Was it bad today? I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you."

Then Rei looks at her, and she knows what is going to happen. She feels strangely numb inside; it is a realization of inevitability, and that is nothing, nothing to a girl who lives on adventure, though it's typically of the second-hand sort.

Rei is reaching up, pulling the rosary out from beneath her school uniform and then up above her head, and Yoshino follows it dully with her eyes. Then the rosary is pressed into her hand, warm still from Rei's skin, as Rei covers it with her own hand.

There is a cloying sweetness to the scene that only serves to irritate her, a sense that she is being catered to, patronized. She has always chafed at being ruled by her body's limitations and at the way others treat her because of it, and it is no exception with Rei. She resents her even as she loves her, wishing their positions were reversed and feeling guilty because of it. She is a mass of contradictions, really; she wishes it were someone else offering the rosary to her, someone unexpected and exciting, even as she knows that she wants it to be Rei, that for her there is no other possible choice.

Their unspoken promise has been kept, but a part of her wishes it hasn't been.

Shock
The metal digs into her palm, the weight of reality housed in her fragile clenched fist, its tendrils sliding over her hand, trapping, binding. She feels none of it; just stands there, frozen, unaware of the racing of her heart or the trembling of her hands.

All she knows to do in this moment is to look into the distance, following with her eyes the car she has no hope of catching now-- the one opportunity to prevent her life from falling to pieces, lost to her now.

Long after the dust has settled, she is still standing there, frozen.

Faith
Warnings: Extremely vague spoilers for the 22nd novel (Mirai no Hakuchizu).

Rei and Yoshino see a shooting star. Rei wishes for Yoshino's health; Yoshino wishes she could do kendo just like Rei. They are eight and nine. Their wishes are granted, though not quite yet.

A few years later, they see another. Rei, fourteen, wishes for Yoshino's health, and Yoshino, thirteen, wishes she could walk side-by-side with Rei. Their wishes are granted, though not quite yet.

More time passes, and they see another. Rei wishes for Yoshino's continued health. Yoshino, now fifteen, wishes Rei would be by her side forever.

At sixteen, Yoshino stops wishing. Her faith in shooting stars is gone.