Chapter 3: She keeps me on my feet when I am weak
Daisuke wondered every day, every other day, what could he do? He felt like the happiest man alive, having a girl like that, but how could he save her from the horror that came up now? How could he stop this now that it's happening? And what would happen if she died… what then? Then Mitsuki stopped coming to school, and that's when he really began to worry. He visited, he called, and every week, she got weaker and weaker. He couldn't stand it… He did, however, have the times of his life whenever he visited. They even kissed again. But it just broke both their hearts… whenever they thought "this won't last long"… and then, Mitsuki started acting… weird. She had her little heart-shaped box in her hands all the time, wherever she went, and she couldn't stop treating it like a pet… talking to it and caressing it… and then there was the staring; she stared at Daisuke whenever he was looking the other way, with a look in her eyes that was blank of anything… and whenever Daisuke looked her way, she snapped her view the other way, doing something else like she didn't even do a thing. But Daisuke didn't care; he was bleeding inside, and he couldn't do a thing to stop the wound… that he can't help a person he cares for deeply… he can't don anything to help her… he can't do anything but watch.
One misty Sunday, Daisuke went to visit. However, Mitsuki's house was abandoned, no one was in it. Daisuke searched and searched, and then told himself that maybe they went out. "But the front door was unlocked" said Dark, and then, he gasped. Daisuke was thinking the very same thing: they were at the hospital, and (Daisuke jumped to the worst) she was dying. Daisuke searched in a panicked frenzy, calling out to her, but with no response… "Mitsuki… you can't be dead… you can't be…" and then, he found her, in her room staring out the window. Mitsuki turned, and then, it happened: Daisuke felt himself hurled off his feet into the air, falling against a glass table. He almost lost it, but he kept awake, although the pain on the back of his head was incredible. Then, he felt himself being lifted off the ground lightly, almost as though he was floating. However, it turned into a whirlwind again, and he was hurtled into nothingness… the house he was in turned completely black, and he fell down unto a floor he couldn't see. He only saw his body, which glowed with an ethereal light. "Dark, where are we?" thought Daisuke, "I don't know, but… I have an idea" said Dark, "what?" "We're inside Mitsuki's little box"… Then, a roaring sound came from above them, and Daisuke saw light come through the darkness. He was looking at an enormous mirror, which reflected Daisuke's body, but nothing else. Then, Mitsuki appeared, on the other side of this mirror, and she spoke: "Daisuke, do you remember the time we talked about my parents' divorce?" Daisuke wanted to ask desperately what was happening, although he decided to play along, "yeah, so what?" "My parents didn't divorce. My father died of leukemia when I was a little girl. He talked about a curse in our family while he was in the hospital, and that I might be next. And he gave me my little pendant, saying it would give me a little more time. And then, I lived longer… the doctors said that I would die really soon, and that was thirteen years ago… but the box ran out of it's magic for keeping my father alive, and it needs new… life" "let me guess…" Daisuke sighed, putting his hand right next to hers against the mirror, "I'm the juice for the power?" And she nodded.
Daisuke lived inside the box for a time he couldn't record, although he was sure it was probably a few days. Occasionally, Mitsuki visited him inside it, and she said "I love you" every time she left. However, Daisuke grew weaker, and time passed on…………. Now, Daisuke was sure a little more than a few weeks had passed. His insides lurched and ached for food, and he had difficulty walking and trying to think straight. He lost some of his sense as time went on, and so much that actually took control of his body and tried smashing the mirror with ferocious and powerful punches that were sure to break a common man's skull, although it remained intact despite his hardest attempts. Dark tried talking sense into Daisuke, but Daisuke couldn't even think straight. Time kept going, and he began to grow weaker and weaker… "So, this is what cancer's like…" he thought, "its hell… Dark, are you there?" "Yeah?" emanated Dark's voice from inside his head, "I guess this is it… I'm going to die". Suddenly, Daisuke felt himself being lifted again, and this time, he was gently carried off. He heard a crack, and he looked at the mirror… it was cracking, as though something is causing force upon it… Dark, seeing an opportunity, gathered all of his might and gave the mirror an almighty punch, smashing it into trillions of pieces… Daisuke was hurled forward, his surroundings being flooded by light, until he finally landed, gently, on his feet, his energy miraculously returned. Feeling elated, he looked around, realizing that he was back in Mitsuki's house… and that Mitsuki was lying at his feet, dead. She was crouched up, and she looked like she had died miserable, although she looked so peaceful now. Her bed and her furniture was a mess, and on the walls the words "decisions" was scrawled over and over again on the wall with a chisel marker. Clutched in her hands was her little box, which was open. Inside was the picture of Mitsuki with a man that had her dark hair and her pretty eyes, a man that Daisuke assumed was her father and the other the one she and he took on the day they first met… and a little piece of paper that read "the only two people that will ever fill the emptiness in my heart I'll keep in my heart-shaped box…"
THE END