Heyhey ^__^ Me again ^_____^ Sorry that I didn't comment on your lovely RuKo ficcy but me didn't check the babble for ficcys until today
then I found your ficcy ^________________^ Heehee..Will you let me archive it in the RuKo shrine?
Anyways...Whoah, you write a lot ^_______^ Heeheehee...Lietey will be happy when she sees this MitMiya ^________^
Laree
P.S and incidentally, your ficcy is not a piece of crap ^_____________________^
//White. Everywhere he fix^ed his gaze ^there seemed to be a never-ending expanse of white. It was something that made him remember his
downfall, no, his weakness. It was always a part of him- something that he can never deny or even hide. Even this dream, so familiar [it was],
merely reflects his weakness and failure...
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He heard Ayako's soft voice trail off[.]^, a [V]voice that reminded him of wind chimes blown by ^a soft breeze. He knew too well this dream-
every part of it.
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"Ayako," He heard a voice ^from behind him. "Wait! I'll come with you!"
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Running after him was futile. He tried that[-], he really did, but he constantly failed. A constant reminder of his weakness. He saw Kogure
mouthing something but he can only make out a few words[.]: Afraid, Happiness and again. He never knew what that meant, but then, he never
gave much thought about it.//
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Mitsui sat up staight on the bed, the sheet pooling around his waist. Blindly, he reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned it on. A
quick glance [on]to the wall clock told ^him that it was too early ^for him to get up.
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Moving slowly so as not to awake^n his companion, he slid off the bed and headed to the balcony adjoined to the room. Lighting a cigar, he let
his thoughts wander again about the dream. Three months have already passed[-], the same dream haunting him over and over.
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The constant ringing of the phone echoed loudly [on]in the apartment. Groaning, Mitsui answered it, only to receive the shock of his life.
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"Hisashi," It was Haruko from the other line. "I'm sorry...[.]Kogure and Ayako...[.]" Her words are hard to understand because she was crying.
Mitsui suddenly felt a nagging feeling [on]in his chest.
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Long fingers brought the cigarette [on]to his lips, before he stubbed it out [on]against a plate. The sleeve of his robe rolled ^back exposing
scars on his wrist. Tracing a scar with his finger, he thought back [at]to the time he got this.
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How could he forget? That was also three months ago. He got the scars just a day after Ayako and Kogure were buried. Death brings forth
grief, no doubt about that. Sometimes, his grief became ^so unbearable that he'll just slash his wrists without thinking^, just to feel pain. After
all, what better way to ^be rid of grief than pain?
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No words were exchanged[-], no arguments or discussions. He couldn't explain why, but he never pushed him away. Perhaps it was because
they both lost someone very special. Perhaps, after ignoring all the attempts of his friends to comfort him, he really wanted to be comforted after
all. Or perhaps...
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"Then I'll stay with you as long as you want me to," the brown-haired boy whispered. He dropped ge^ntle kisses on Mitsui's forehead, to his
cheeks and finally, on his lips.
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...It was because Miyagi made him feel again. Yes, as [betraying]much of a betrayal to Kogure as it ^may seem[s], Miyagi made him feel again.
At first he thought it was because he needed Kogure badly. Lust is something akin to love, isn't it? Calling what they have [as] love would be a
lie. He'll make do then for someone as a substitute. Perhaps Miyagi felt the same way. Only the two of them felt the real loss. The pain Akagi felt
as he silently cries, the sad scowl of Rukawa or the angry tears of Sakuragi was nothing compared to what they both felt.
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Mitsui allowed himself to be pulled inside the room and went back to bed. Miyagi curled up beside the scarred boy and rested his head on his
chest. Mitsui then began to gently run his fingers [on]through the dark brown curls. Soft, just like Kogure's^, but different at the same time. The
other boy snuggled closer to him and Mitsui smiled tenderly. Perhaps it's now time to move on. Start anew- together with Ryota. He could teach
his heart to love him, ^it was the least that he could grant ^him for giving him hope.
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