Wings for Mitsuki
>>Renzie>> For once, I can't think of anything worthy to occupy this space...except for a dumb line.
>>Disclaimer>> Hmm..."Disclaimer"...what exactly does that word mean to you? (It means that...I don't own Full Moon xx;
Kintora - :D Thanks for your positive review! I really appreciate it. I guess I didn't really go into detail about her actual death. I only described how she there. (: My ranting is boring. You'll probably wish you hadn't asked any questions :P But anyway, let's begin!)Mitsuki's emotions at the time were really mixed up. Like when you lock yourself in your room, she just wanted to get away from everything.
In my mind, she was walking on one of those curvy roads that separated a cliff with rails. Okay, that may sound confusing. Remember that scene in the anime where Takuto commits suicide off his motorcycle? Yea...? I kind of pictured the same deserted road he was speeding on. The type that seems dangerous at night, and the type where someone's car lights could illuminate the entire valley.
So anyway, Mitsuki was walking on the side, silently crying. She probably let her feet carry her places she hadn't thought of. Stopping at a cliff, she slipped off the edge. Could've been an accident.
"Or maybe my will to live had flown away," was supposed to signal she didn't have any will to live. She falls with the last thoughts of despair.
So really, you had the right idea in the end. Curiosity killed the cat, but did confirmations? Haha, of course not. nn' Eh, anyways. I couldn't find a way to sneak that in this chapter ;D Hope this cleared things up for you (if not the opposite...) and anyone else who had similar questions. Continue on to Chapter 5!
Chapter 5: Secretive Notes
Hello, Journal.
Or should I say Diary? Journal sounds more professional...alright, that's good. It's Thursday night, in the Shinigami World. Hinako wanted to bring me to the local fair, so I couldn't refuse. Leave it up to her to mix things up! So anyway, we're here at the moment taking a break from the rest of life. I'm already stuffed full to my neck, but we keep on eating more. All these treats - oh great, I think she's buying another bag! Hold on - I need to go put a chain on my friend.
"Mitsukiiiii...! Aren't these just the greatest?-!" A tiny shinigami began to giggle as she popped another cracker jack into her mouth.
"Yes, Hinako. They're amazing but I --"
"--Here, here - have another one!"
Mitsuki gave a sheepish smile as she succumbed once again. "Okay, fine - I'll take one."
And...you know the drill. One becomes two, and two becomes...the entire bag. Now that Hinako was even more giddy, Mitsuki began to suspect they put alcohol in those cracker jacks...
"Teehee-hehe. Oh Mitsuki, you're such a doll. I don't understand why in the world you'd need to lag a diary along. The fair is so much fun! Let's go eat some more!"
"NO!" Mitsuki lifted a hand, her eyes widening. "No more food, Hinako. No more food!"
"Alright, Alright...I hear ya'." The girl gave a little pout, acting offended.
Mitsuki sighed in half-relief. The other half was out of fatigue. She sat down on a wooden bench, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. For a tiny person, Hinako sure didn't hold back on food.
' I have a friend with a bottom-less pit for a stomach,' came the reminder.
"Hehh. What'cha thinking about, Mitsuki?"
She turned to the side, greeted by her roommate's sleepy smile. Mitsuki quirked a brow, before pointing a teasing finger at her friend.
"Now I'm wondering whether or not those cracker jacks have worn off. Hinako, sleepy? That's a sight I never thought I'd see!"
The two girls landed in a fit of giggles, the rest of the world soon fading away. Their conversations were always very packed. From random thoughts to 'that-cool-candy-shop-on-the-corner-street', talking to Hinako was anything but boring.
"So how's your subject holding up? I know you're working in the Childrens' dept., but that's basically it."
"Well." Hinako twisted her tiny hands outwards in a gesture. "Her name's Akiko. Fourteen years old, dying from a broken heart. Like they say - love is powerful stuff, yeah? It's a standard procedure. Jus' gotta keep interferences away."
Mitsuki blinked, letting out a little 'Hm.' That was only a year younger than she had been at the time of the incident. Had she been "dying from a broken heart" too? That would explain the constant aches she used to get. Those things weren't as vivid anymore, but those memories were still...there. Mitsuki felt the past tug at her heart, but she didn't want to think about it. Instead, she would think about something that made more sense. The bright scenery, for example, was a perfect thing to focus on.
"So whatsa 'bout you, Mitsuki?"
It seemed focus time was over. Mitsuki glanced over to her friend, showing a little confusion. "E-Eh? What do you mean...?"
"Hm...Must be nice having a guy," Hinako swooned. And just for that much needed reaction, she added, "Go for the forbidden love, Mitsuki! Go, go, go, girl!"
"T-Thanks, Hinako." Mitsuki giggled, attempting to hide her mild embarrassment. She was getting used to her friend's peppy attitude, anyway. "But...it's not really forbidden, is it?"
Hinako cut her smiles short at the naive question. "Is it forbidden? Of course it is!"
Now Mitsuki was the one frowning, as she tipped her head to the side. "Why...?"
"Think about it, girl!" The shinigami shook her head, stating the obvious. "A human and a shinigami? Together?-! Geez, would that cause problems.
"What?...Why?" Mitsuki's confusion only deepened as Hinako let out a sigh.
"Well for starters, dogs don't date cats, Mitsuki. We're just...different. There's no way it'd work out. In the Shinigami World, that kind of thing is looked down upon." Hinako waved her hands in the air, trying to express how morally wrong it was. But all Mitsuki could say was...
"A-Ahhh..."
"Alright, drop that...When you're chattin' up your friends, and they go - 'So...like anyone?' - you don't just say 'Yea y'know. There's this really cute human guy I saw the other day.' "
"But..."
"...Humans cause trouble. A lot of them aren't used to seeing a god of death. Besides -- we have a job that includes...um...taking their lives?-! With all the confusion, it's just...it's just..." The two girls blinked at each other, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Mitsuki...Nevermind. Just...don't get involved with any human boys, y'hear?" Hinako eyed the girl suspiciously, before receiving a feeble nod. "Okay...So let's go get some more of those damn good cracker jacks!"
As the two continued through the event, Mitsuki couldn't help but wonder. Thinking, 'But...we're the same. Human or Shinigami, we're still the same. There's no...difference.'
A shinigami was just another person who made a mistake.
So why...was love between the two so wrong? 'It's what we both have...Heart, Mind, and Soul - right?...' She frowned, replaying Hinako's words. '...Or wrong? '
The confusion remained, until Mitsuki realized what was going on.
' Why am I...?-! It's not like I care anyway. They make the rules here. '
She gave a quiet sigh, trying the ignore the uneasy feeling in her heart.
' It's not...like I care. '
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Mitsuki,
I have to say that joke you included in your last note was d-r-y. Did you pick up one of those books or something? Haha, actually -- it's funny when you think about it. But only because it isn't. Confused yet? Though so.
Anyway, I'm just writing to say that I'll be staying over at a friend's house tonight. Late again, sorry. But I bought some of those sesame cakes that you like so much, so maybe you'll forgive me. Yea, I bought a lot. Actually, a lot more than we can eat.
P.S. What did the boy named Takuto say to the girl named Mitsuki? The sesame cakes are in the fridge.
Takuto
"Fuu, he thinks he's so smart."
Mitsuki giggled, placing the tattered note onto the table. She reached to open the fridge, where Takuto had left her favorite snack.
"We're never here at the same time. We just keep on missing each other." She hadn't acknowledged the frown, but it was there. "Well, at least writing notes makes things less lo--" Mitsuki stopped abruptly, afraid of what she might've said. She was about to say that it was...
...lonely. "--boring. Writing notes to Takuto makes things less boring." She gave the last word a little more punch than the others, as if trying to convince herself. The cheap facade was able to fool her mind for a good five seconds. But after that, emotions set in.
"boring. Writing notes to Takuto makes things less ." She gave the last word a little more punch than the others, as if trying to convince herself. The cheap facade was able to fool her mind for a good five seconds. But after that, emotions set in.'Writing notes to Takuto makes me less lonely, but being with him leaves a stronger effect.'
Mitsuki shook her head, declaring war with her thoughts.
'It's lonely without Takuto.'
Or maybe...it was her heart. Whatever the case, it would have to be put on hold. The sesame cakes were waiting. The girl brushed a stray lock away from her face, helping herself to the sweet dessert.
It was a good day for relaxing too. The sun never ceased to shine, shedding warmth through her subject's apartment. Mitsuki sat herself down, leaning casually on the armchair. Yes, it was a good day for relaxing. But something on her mind couldn't rest assured.
She looked up at the ceiling, racking her brain for however long it would take. What was it? Mitsuki had already eaten breakfast. She had locked the door. She had said goodbye to Hinako. She had...
"Ah. Geez, that's it..."
Whatever the shinigami had remembered, there was no happy expression in her discovery. "Sad" seemed to describe the atmosphere better.
"I guess...I'll have to go back to the Shinigami World."
She let out an exasperated sigh, as if to say 'Not again!' She hadn't even finished her sesame cake. But this was undoubtedly more important. The girl whimpered silently, picking up her snack and throwing it out.
Then Mitsuki left -- just as quick as she came. Leaving only a messy note to mark her appearance.
"I'm back!"
Takuto walked through the door, quickly taking his shoes off. To his dismay, he was greeted by a thick silence.
"Mitsuki?"
He called out into the silent home, but once again there was no answer. The boy didn't need an explanation, for he caught sight of a scribbled note on the counter.
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Takuto,
In my opinion, that joke was hilarious. Besides, the hippo's were cute. And no, I didn't get it from a joke book or anything. My friend Hinako passed it on, and I suppose she made it up with the...bunnies and the kitties and the hippo's...
I'm going back for a while. It won't be long, but I have some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of(Haha, doesn't that make me sound smart?). Just figured I'd let you in on my whereabouts.
P.S. I found the sesame cakes, so you're forgiven. F.Y.I: You bought enough for an entire family.
P.S.S. Your joke wasn't any better. (But it did make me laugh)
P.S.S.S. If I do stay there for longer than planned, I'm sure you can handle things while I'm away.
Dummy.
Mitsuki
He couldn't suppress a grin while reading her condescending note. It was obviously payback for the one he had left her earlier. He glanced at the last line again, knowing perfectly well she was giggling while writing 'Dummy.'
The boy laughed under his breath, tossing the note onto his desk. 'Of course I can handle it.'
Truth be told, it was quite the opposite.
An hour later, Takuto was sitting in a cushioned chair...tracing its "fascinating" swirly pattern with his finger. He had nothing better to do, and it was just...
"GAH!" He threw his hands up in the air, standing quickly from his seat. Only to sit back down again. And that's how the next couple of minutes worked. Up, down, up, down, up, down, up. For what seemed like the billionth time, Takuto sat himself down again.
Running a hand through his hair, the boy had to wonder.
'What did I do before Mitsuki appeared? Did I read books? Work jobs? '
He slumped back into his chair absent mindedly surveying the room. The things that used to be fun seemed pointless now. The house felt so much more...alive with Mitsuki. Now, everything was just black and white. The little things she did to him...
He stood up with certainty now, waltzing over to the kitchen counter. Rereading the note for a second time, he recalled she would be back soon. But as his eyes grazed the last P.S., he wasn't so sure.
"P.S.S.S. If I do stay there for longer than planned, I'm sure you can handle things while I'm away," he read out loud.
Takuto placed the note back down, staring at the wall for an answer. "So I guess...she won't be back for a while...?"
When had he gotten so dependant on someone else? It never used to be that way. At least not until Mitsuki came. She was --
"I'm going out for a walk," he declared, to no one in particular. Thinking too much indicated he needed to get out. And with no one to stop him, the boy quickly darted out the door. Fresh air was a band-aid for confusion. Right?
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The sun was setting, but the air still lingered with its warmth. The street lights were beginning to flicker somewhat earlier than usual. Trash littered the untidy roads, the sound of cars speeding by.
Most people were heading home by now. Home to their families, home to a sleeping comfort, home to a warm fire-place. But others wandered through the warm night air -- working another nightly shift or finding a place to stay. Whatever was done, it was done in a time frame.
But sometimes, you wonder what its all for.
Takuto wandered aimlessly along the streets, hands shoved into his pockets. His feet were getting sore by now. Surely far away from his apartment. But that wouldn't stop the pacing. He kept on going and going, but didn't know exactly where. It should've been an unsettling topic, but it was the last thing on his mind.
"Place it to the left more."
"More left..."
"Almost packed up, men."
He glanced up, the unfamiliar voices striking a nerve. Takuto saw a couple of men moving boxes into a van. The big brown ones that you ship items with.
'The store must be going out of sale...'
The thought didn't strike him as important, so it easily fluttered to the back of his mind. It was just a mental note -- nothing that mattered. The boy dodged the moving materials to continue down the side walk. It didn't matter... That was, until he saw the guitar in the window.
And for a moment, Takuto almost wondered if his feet had meant to carry him there.
He was stiff now, eyes pasted to the instrument. His hands wanted so badly to pick it up. His legs wanted so badly to dash in that store. His ears wanted so badly to hear that first strummed chord. Again...to remember the feeling. But then, a surging heat suffocated him. It was coming from his throat. This wasn't the first time he had felt it, either. Takuto reached up to touch it, almost gripping in frustration. It was his throat that...no.
He winced, forcing his eyes away from the guitar. The boy cursed under his breath, though it was barely heard in the darkness.
'It's impossible,' he reminded himself.
And off he went, just another face in the crowd.
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"Subject who?"
"Kira Takuto, sir."
"Ah, yes. Sorry about that." An elderly man shuffled through dusty files, his crinkled fingers moving rapidly. "K...K...K...," he murmured in search.
"Hm? I'm sorry, young lady. I see no Kiro Takuno."
"Kira Takuto," she corrected gently. "Just call me Mitsuki."
"Goodness -- for the second time. My apologies, Mitsuki."
The girl smiled, but her brown eyes remained troubled. "Not as all. Sorry to call you out this late."
"It's no problem. An old man like me should -- Ah, found it!" He smiled, wrinkles deepening beneath his brows. "Kira Takuto, Subject #650012...Assigned death -- " He paused. "...Yes, dear?"
Her hand was placed gently, but firmly against his forearm. As if just realizing her brash act, Mitsuki jerked away. It must've been a subconscious gesture. Like reflexes for something she didn't want to hear. "N-Nothing. Sorry...If you don't mind, I can read it back at the dorms."
Silence stole a few moments, just waiting for the tension.
"Most certainly." He folded the form in half, handing it to the girl beside him. "Well, then. I'll be on my way. Take care, y'hear?"
"Mm. Thanks again for your kindness." Mitsuki flashed a smile, waiting for his leave to take it down. She clutched the paper tightly, restraining herself from tearing it...again. In the cold, musty room, the girl was all alone.
'But I can't stay here forever,' she reminded herself. 'I have to go back,'
Mind overpowering her feelings, Mitsuki started off into the hallway. The paper still clutched in her hand.
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A soggy mood was greeted by the eerie silence of her dorm room. Usually, it was overflowing with Hinako's cheer. But now all of it was gone.
Mitsuki sat on her bed, slowly raising Takuto's form. It was still folded. A folded piece of paper, daring her to open the flap. But did she dare? Even if it only meant running away from the truth, she couldn't.
She couldn't open Takuto's death date.
"Sorry, Sakamura..." She made a humble apology, biting down her lip. "...I guess I'm not fit to be a shinigami."
She swallowed a lump of guilt, burying the paper inside her drawer. Probably shoveled underneath a book or two. The shinigami closed the bin, gingerly touching the handle. It was times like these she wondered about the saying "Everything will be okay."
After all, was it...really?
One big filler? That's what this chapter seems like xx; Writer's block, or just a lack of more interesting topics...
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