Mistakes&Sugar
To give and to get help
She ran to Mizuki's cell to check on him.
"Mizuki?" she called softly.
No one came. He wasn't there, and neither was his stuff.
She got up and went back home. Maybe they moved him to a different cell. She walked around back.
She saw a figure laying down, moaning. It was just like in her dream.
"Misery? Is that you?" he asked.
"Yes. Who are you?" she asked.
"It's me, Mizuki," he said, "Why'd you leave last night?"
"I was never here," she said, knowing that it wasn't true.
"But I heard you. Then you ran away."
"Did you run away, or did they let you go?" Misery asked, not wanting to talk about herself.
"They let me go. I told you last night," he said.
She walked over to him. He was wearing a choker that was burned. She carefully took it off. The skin around his neck was burned. He turned to face her.
"Mizuki," she said in horror.
He reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Are you afraid," she asked.
"Of course I'm afraid. What do you care anyway?" he asked.
"I don't. I don't care about anyone," she said.
They walked to Misery's house.
"Sit down," she said to Mizuki.
Mizuki sat down on the couch carefully.
"Is it hard to trust me?" she asked.
"Yes. You're hard to trust," Mizuki said.
"I'm going to get some stuff to heal your injuries," she said, "So what should I heal first?"
"The burns around my neck, that hurts a lot. And I also have a twisted ankle, I think I broke my wrist also," Mizuki requested.
Misery walked over to the medicine cabinet. She clicked her tongue. There wasn't much to treat Mizuki's injuries with. She could leave to get some stuff, but she wasn't in the mood to explain to the village about Mizuki.
"Mizuki, is it all right if I go to the village?" she asked.
"I'd like it if you stay, Misery," Mizuki answered.
"I'm going to rest for a bit. I'll be on the couch right next to you. Shake me if you need me," she said.
"Ok."
Sora. Sora. Sora…Ok, I have to find an emotion to talk to him with…. Desperation. Is that an emotion? I don't think so. Maybe a memory would help. I used to be friends with him. This isn't working. I just have to think about this. Maybe I don't have to think. I'm just so weak! I need your help Sora Lysine!
"Sora!" She said.
"Misery? What're you doing here?" he asked.
"I need a favor from you," Misery pleaded.
"Like?"
"I need you to bring some medicine to my house."
"Why can't you? You're right her," he said.
"I'll explain when you get here. Please do it!"
"What medicine do you need?" he asked.
"I need stuff for any random injuries. Please!"
"Ok, Ok," Sora said, "I'll be there in a bit, Ok?"
"Thank you, Sora," she said.
"Misery?" Mizuki asked when she woke up.
"Yeah?"
Before he could say anything, the door rang.
Misery jumped up and got it.
"How'd you just disappear?" Sora asked.
"Thank you, Sora," she said; "I could just kiss you right now."
"It's not that big of a deal," he said, revolted.
"Do you think I actually would? Anyway, come on. I need your help," she said as she ran back to Mizuki.
Sora took one look at the living room. He looked at Misery, then at Mizuki, and back at Misery.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"I'll explain in a bit, but I really, really, really, really, need you to help me."
"Did you help Mizuki escape?" he asked.
"No. They let him go after they severely hurt him," Misery explained.
Sora walked over to him. Mizuki didn't look up.
"I'm not gonna let anything happen," she said to Mizuki.
"It's a little late."
Sora and Misery got to work on poor Mizuki.
After what seemed like forever, Mizuki was pretty much fixed up.
"What's going on, exactly?" a confused Sora asked.
Misery explained everything.
"Sora, thank you. I want to be friends the way we used to be, but I can't. I have to leave. You mean a lot to me. I'm not sure if we'll ever see each other again. It's not that I don't care about you, but I've got to do something else. Try to understand."
"I understand that Mizuki is more important than I am," he said.
"I-it's not that," she said desperately.
"Yes is it. You know what you need to do. Remember when Salem died?" Sora asked. Misery nodded, "It's then that we stopped being as close of friends. That was completely my fault, Misery. This is what you need to do. You know that, right?"
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It's not your fault. I feel differently about you than you do about me. I love you, and even though it won't be returned, I hope that you manage to make it all work," he said kindly. He held her hand for a moment and then turned and left.
As soon as Sora left, Misery sat down on the couch and started crying. She sobbed and howled.
"Why can't I do anything right? Every time this happens! It's not fair! It's not right! It just can't happen. I'm just a screw-up. Why do I keep messing up? Why? I hate being a failure," a weak round of sobs escaped her again.
"You're not a failure, Misery," Mizuki said.
"Yes I am," she wept. Mizuki felt for her shoulder and pulled her up to him. She could hear his heart beat steadily. Both his arms were around her while she curled up.