The Reason I love him: Mio Version!

Author's Note: Contains hints of spoilers, if you never went through the game, you probably won't understand it.

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Original Game: Little Busters Ecstasy

Original Concept: Key

Written by: wrathie

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Why do I love him?

I… don't know what you are talking about…

After all, I never once did admit to liking him, did I?

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It was only him, him that said he liked me.

After all, besides that one kiss that we shared…

We did nothing else…

Unlike, him when he was with my Sister…

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:blush: Oh my, did I just say that out loud?

Well, does it matter?

I did not once, said that I loved him.

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Only him, he was the only one who said he loved me.

How embarrassing…

Well, at least he didn't scream it out for the world to see…

But, it seems everyone knew that anyway…

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So, perhaps I do love him.

Perhaps, I really do… but if I do, why do I love him?

What is love in the first place?

Love is, wanting to see the person you love.

Dreaming about him…

Looking at his sleeping face, thinking it's something blissful.

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Did I do that? I don't… remember doing that…

Well, maybe I did.. once… Stare at him while he was sleeping

But he did that to me too.

It was so rude of him…

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So love, what is it?

It is spending time with him, time spent doing nothing particularly interesting.

And yet at the same time, feeling like you want it never to end.

Yes, just like us… on that day when I invited him out.

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No, not a date, not a secret gathering…

I just wanted him to visit a special place with me.

Yes, that's right, my special place.

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So perhaps, I do love him.

I do, spend time with him.

I do, think of him and I dream of him and wished he dreamt of me.

So, I do love him. Yes, I love him.

But, let's keep it our secret, shall we?

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So, why do I love him?

Was it the way he saved me?

Was it the way that he brought me to his world? Selfishly, not caring about what I thought?

No, he did told me about Little Busters, a group where we fight crime and bad guys together.

I thought it was… childish and immature.

So immature that I wanted and was surprised at me wanting to laugh.

Am I right to despise them? Those, innocent and glad eyes peeking at me.

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He loved them and they, loved him.

What right do I have, to be asked to join them.

They are a dazzling people, so dazzling that without my umbrella, I believe that I would not be able to look at them.

All of them, running about practicing baseball.

They said, they were there just because they wanted to.

Not because they had to.

I wonder to myself, why did he wanted me to be part of them as well?

Why?


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Because, he loved me.

That's my selfish thoughts…

But perhaps that is true.

He brought me there, because he loved me.

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I… I think… that is so selfish of him.

All I wanted in life, is to be alone.

To be solitary, to read my books in peace…

Why...why am I crying? Why now? It is so embarrassing this way…

But yes, why did he has to pull me from my solitude?

Why… why did I fall in love with them, with the members of Little Busters?

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I asked myself that…

Because he saved me.

I was always alone, always by myself.

The girl with no shadows, Mishizono Mio.

That was I, but with Little Busters..

I was their manager, their ever present manager and it..

It made me happy.

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Yes, It did.

So that's why I loved him.

He saved me, even if I resisted, even if I refused him once.

For that, I thank him.

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Must.. I have another reason for loving him?

Oh dear, that might prove more difficult than I had imagined…

I love him, that is a fact by itself. Must I, repeat myself?

How much he has done for me?

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Small things, simple things… like spending time with me.

And wanting to know me as well, all those simple, meaningless things.

That's why I love him.

I asked him: "what is the "Mio" that he sees"

A simple question that I had him answer and he did answer.

In the way that surprised me:

"I don't know."

Truthfully, from the bottom of his heart… he answered me.

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Yes, he did not know then.

But, I fell in love with him then and there.

He wanted to know me.

The real me, not my looks, not the name…

But me, Mio.

The real me, Mio…


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He wanted to know and I told him to ask me that question again.

And again he did answer.

He reached out for me, his hands, gentle and warm reached out for my hands and held it.

Just when I was desperate, just when I thought nothing could be done.

I… I was afraid, that I would lose it.

Lose me…

Just like how… I lost myself.

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But he helped me. Made me believe that in the world, there remains Kindness still.

Yes, there is still kindness in the world, even if it is wasted on me.

Oh, how he will scold me when he hears that..

But yes, I began to believe.

I began to feel, I began to… love.

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I love him for how he seemed to come to me, casually, easily as if it is the most natural thing to do.

It was his fault that we met..

And it was his fault that I felt this way.

Without his efforts, without his work…

Without him, there would be no more Mio.

No more me, no more enjoying the books that I love.

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I knew, the end was near.

I knew, that it was useless to struggle.

But for him, I tried…

I tried so hard to remember, so hard not to cry.

That day, where we met for what I believe is the last time.

I prayed, prayed that it would not be.

I prayed, I begged to have more time.

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But time is relentless.

Yes, time is relentless… and I.

I left him.

Just like that, I left him.

I hoped he would forget me.

Then, I could forget myself too.

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After all, no one remembered me.

But he did.

He... stubbornly refused to let me go.

I, wished and wished for him to let go of me…

The girl without a shadow…

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But he didn't.

Even if he had made mistakes once…

Even if it is twice, even if it is thrice.

He didn't give up.

He would remember me all over again.

Perhaps I was to blame.

After all, I was the one who gave him my most precious thing.

I was the one, who made sure there was something left.

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Something, that only me, This Mio, would have.

This Mio that he remembered.

This Mio, who should have left.

This Mio, who should have repented, who should have not wished to return.

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Yes, I, for him…

… How embarrassing.

Must I say this?

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It appears that I have to.

I, have to live, for him.

Not to live in the shadows, not to berate myself.

But to live, strongly, in my own way.

As Mishizono Mio, no one else and that is that.

I had to give up, my dreams of solitude.

Of being alone, of being by myself. Resting, giving up, letting, letting all his efforts go to waste.

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Perhaps, that's why I love him.

He never gave up on me.

Even if I rejected him.

Even if I had told him not to do so.

Such a stubborn man.

But I do not dislike him that way, stubborn and childish as he is.

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That's why, I love him.

Yes, that's why I like Naoe-san and the members of Little Busters.

Living life, the way they like it.

Loving life, the way it is supposed to be, not avoiding it.

Not, forgetting what I had done. But forgiving it, enduring it. Learning to be strong.

I am never alone, not with him and not with her as well.

This is what I want to say to them: The precious two in my life.

So I pray, even if I don't say it to the two who loved me and the one that loved us two.

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I want to say this:

Thank you

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For there are things, that can be known through the heart.

So please, stay with me.

Watch as I step out of the shadows into the sun.

Not fearing anything anymore, not with the two of you with me.

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That's why I love him.

That's why I love her.

No more, no less… just the way I like it…

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Author's Note: One word: "Midori"