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Bloody Snow

AiEiNoTenshi

Chapter 3: A Little Day Dream

It's been three days since he dropped his letter in the popular, mysterious black box but up to now he still haven't checked yet if he already had a reply letter from the popular, mysterious 'bloody snow.' He still couldn't find the guts to do it.

'All I have to do is look. Why can't I do that?'

He's nervous and slightly afraid about the possible results of what he had done; dropping his precious letter in that box to be read by 'who-knows-who.' He's afraid that the content of his letter be spilled to other students of the school but I repeat, it's been three days already since he dropped his letter there and most likely, it's been read already by 'bloody snow' but up to now, he hasn't heard anyone talk about it. No one in the school knows it yet.

He breathes deeply and gathers all the courage he could muster and then walk towards the crowded hall. People smiling, laughing, crying, he noticed it all. He watched different emotions expressed by the surrounding students while reading their reply letter. Then he wondered what emotion he would express when he read his own. He walked slowly, carefully towards the black box a few meters away from him. Many people are around it, getting their respective letters from it. Then it's his turn. He gulped hard before opening the box but wait, he remembered something he forgot. He didn't put any name on his letter. How will he find his letter? How will he be addressed if he didn't put any name?

'How could he reply to someone with no name? Guess I shouldn't have come here after all.'

He was about to close the box filled with letters and walk away from the place and then forget that he even tried to write a letter to the mysterious 'bloody snow.' But then fate, he caught a glimpse of a plain white envelope, on its cover are words: _To no name. He halted from turning around and faced the contents of the box again. He took the letter in his hand and looked at it closely.

'Could this be for me?'

He hesitated, thinking that it is for someone else but then he also thought, 'who else will write a letter without a name?' It might really belong to him. In the end, he decided to take it.

'If it's not for me then I'll just put it back. I can't risk not reading my reply letter.'

He didn't read the letter just yet. He kept it in his pocket throughout the day, thinking to read it at home but his plan didn't take place. He was walking through the busy streets of their village heading towards his home when his stomach grumbled silently. He hasn't eaten lunch yet because he was too preoccupied by his own thoughts about the letter he was keeping dearly so he decided to enter a small café just a few blocks away from his home to eat something that will soothe his angry stomach. It was a small, clean and elegant café with aquamarine walls. The place is empty at the moment which made him sigh in a relieved manner. He took a seat at a small table with two chairs on it's opposite sides beside the huge tinted window of the café. He sat there silently waiting for his order when an idea came into him.

He took out the letter from his pocket and then opened it carefully. He spilled out its content and read it.

_To no name,

You're the strangest person who ever wrote to me. (You could take it as a compliment.) The first person who didn't put a name on his letter. Strange, I must say.

You do not have to worry about the confidentiality of your letter. No letter written to me ever spilled out to the public. All the letters I receive are kept private. I keep every word, every single letter to my self.

You do not also have to worry about pity. I will never pity you. I never really pitied anyone and I got my own reasons for that. You're life story will never be the worst as long as mine exists.

A perfect person, that's what everybody thinks of you but you're not, of course, because nobody is and no one will ever be. Perfection doesn't exist in this world, everyone should know that. Play your part, live as should live, not caring about people's thoughts about you. Whatever they think about you, you shouldn't let yourself be bothered. Keeping everything to yourself is never a good thing to do and you've freed yourself from that burden through me. Do it more often, you do not know how good it feels.

-bloody snow-

A small smile appeared on his face for a second and then disappeared the moment he closed the letter and put it inside its envelope. As soon his gaze went away from the letter, his eyes caught sight of a familiar person who just entered the café. She is the mysterious girl in his class; the one with pink hair. She is frail-looking. He observed her face and saw how thin and pale her lips are and how small and erect her nose is. He wasn't able to see her eyes due to her long bangs that cover them. Suddenly, curiosity began to form in him.

'I wonder what her eyes look.'

He didn't plan to pay to the counter, he's thinking of calling the waitress to fetch his payment but then as he saw her walk to the counter, he decided to go there too. He stood up and walked slowly to the counter and settled right behind the girl.

"A cup of black coffee please," she whispered to the lady in the counter. "I'll take it out," she added softly. The lady smiled politely before fetching her order.

He had seen everything. How her reaction changed as she saw the pricelist of the products and the sad look on her face as she decided to settle for coffee. He also noticed her voice. It was very soft, like an angel's whisper, so pure. The curiosity within him grew.

"I'll pay my bill. And I wanna order your today's special meal. I'll take it out." He said as soon as the girl left the counter. His order was given to him immediately and he paid for it as soon as he took it. He even left some good amount of tip due to the quick service. A small smile appeared upon his face before he left the counter and rushed outside. His small smile caused the lady in the counter to faint.

She walked outside, holding the hot coffee in her cold hands. It gave her a comforting feeling. She was a few blocks away from the café when the heavens started to cry and pour its tears upon the city. A grim expression crossed her face. She then increased her pace. As she was fast approaching an alley, she was surprised when someone grabbed her right shoulder. It ached slightly from the contact. It is the same shoulder that the boy with black eyes hit, therefore leaving it a bruise. The contact made her turn to the person who grabbed her shoulder. She was surprised to see the same black eyes.

"Uhmm…excuse me…" He is dripping wet but his face held no emotion. She looked at him with the same blank expression.

"Take this." He said as he handed her a paper bag.

"What is this?" She asked softly, innocently.

"Just take it." He said monotonously. He noticed her shiver from the cold of the rain. Her legs shook a bit but she maintained her balance nonetheless. He took off the coat of his uniform and put it around her. Her eyes widened behind her bangs.

. "You'll catch a cold if you get more wet. Come with me."

"Where?"

"To my house, it's just in the next street."

"No. I'm fine."

"Not for long. You need to dry up immediately." He then took her wrist and dragged her gently to his house.

He blinked hard to get out of his little day dream. He closed the letter and called for the waitress to fetch his bill. He looked around and saw nobody else in the place but himself and the employees. The thought of the mysterious, pink-haired girl is surely disturbing him.

_Dear Bloody Snow,

I am a freshman student in this school. I've heard many things about you. I told my friend I have a problem and he advised me to write to you. That's the reason why I'm writing this letter now.

I have a pet dog. His name is Ishi. When my mom and I quarreled the other night, I left our house and took him with me. As we were wandering in the street, I heard a thud then followed by a honk and then loud screams. I looked at the roadside where the noise is coming from and I started to cry endlessly. Ishi, he's dead. A car hit him and it's all my fault. Suddenly, I remembered something. He hasn't eaten the whole day. Maybe was trying to get to the bakery across the street. My poor dog, he died with an empty stomach. And it's all because of me. It's my entire fault.

I haven't slept that evening and then I went home in the morning. I told her I left Ishi to a friend's house where I slept. I couldn't tell her the truth because I can't. I just couldn't get the words out of my mouth. My throat dries up and then tears will suddenly flow out of my eyes uncontrollably whenever I'm trying to tell my mom what really happened. When she asks me why I suddenly became like that, I couldn't answer and just cry even harder.

What do I do now? Please help me. Arigato.

-Tomo-

_To Tomo,

Ishi, a good name, I must say. You could blame yourself for his death, that's for sure but I know Ishi wouldn't. He loves you and he knows you love him back and for that reason alone, he didn't die in vain. He could've died with an empty stomach but not with an empty heart. He was died loved. So he is lucky after all.

You shouldn't have lied about what happened although I completely understood why you did that. I'm sure it gave you a very heavy feeling and the pain won't be gone until you tell your mom the truth and accept what happened. I do not expect you to accept it soon but I'm hoping you'll tell your mom what really happened to your beloved bestfriend as soon as you find your voice again. Ganbatte.

-bloody snow-

Bestfriend…

…I want to have one.

She walked along the dark corridors of their school heading to her precious boxes to put her precious letters in them but then, as she was walking, she heard a small, mysterious sound. As she was nearing her destination, the sound is getting louder but still, silent through the night. Her box is being opened. She took a peek at the hallway where her boxes are and saw a dark image of a boy. A tall boy with black hair, that's what she saw through her thick bangs but she wasn't sure if his hair is really black or just appeared as if it is black because of the lack of lighting of the building. Actually, there was no light at all. The only source of light is the dim moon of this precious evening.

She stayed like that, secretly staring at him with blank eyes. She observed him with blank eyes, yes but with curiosity in her mind.

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Yey! At last! Mission accomplished!

I've been trying to finish this chapter for a week now but then I often change my mind as well as the contents of this chapter.

Hope you liked it!

I want to thank my beloved classmates and my friends who told me that this fic is good.

Arigato Gozaimasu to all of you!