Endless (the person who requested) I will do you're request sometime this weekend when I have more time. For now everyone you can enjoy this one-shot.
Ameya is now mine. By now if you don't remember last year Ameya was a friend of mine's, but she gave up all rights to me since she doesn't write. Miriursa is also mine.
Day 5-You don't know me
A short boy hurried down the street. He was able to remain invisible as he walked. Not invisible in the real sense, but more that no one stopped him or even really acknowledged him. Not that he was ever given much thought before.
But Ameya knew this town. He knew that if he wasn't fast enough he would be seen. And he had to avoid that. So he tried to move even faster through the mob of people, all the while being ignored.
Once or twice someone with long blonde hair would catch his eye and he would take a different path. But he'd never stopped. He couldn't take that chance.
Ameya was almost out of town now and he was feeling good. He didn't slow down or allow his relief to come through. He wasn't out yet. There was still a chance that she'd-
"Ame-kun?"
The boy stopped in his tracks almost crashing into a woman in front of him. She gave him a dirty look and huffed off. Ameya remained straight-faced. Inside, though, he was freaking out. His mind was telling him to MOVE! LEAVE! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! But he couldn't bring himself to take a step.
"Ame-kun is that you?"
He knew before he saw the blonde hair and the bright blue eyes that it was her. She looked so pretty, already a young woman. She beamed when she saw his face. Soon Ameya was pulled into a hug, the familiar scent of flowers filling him.
"Miri-chan…."
"I miss you Ame-kun," she whispered in his ear. "Why did you leave me? Why did you let me die?"
Ameya unconsciously contracted backwards, almost falling over. Miriursa was gone. But of course she wasn't real in the first place. Her body was lying in a hole in some graveyard and her soul….the boy didn't want to think about it.
As he regained his composure a large man stopped, staring at him. His dark brown hair and eyes seemed to match his dark attitude. His suffering almost matched Ameya's.
"Hey you. Young man, do I know you? You look oddly familiar."
Ameya shook his head and walked by the man. "No. You don't know me."
