Title : Forget me Not

Bêta-Lectrice : Sora

Disclaimer : Les personnages appartiennent à Yuzuru Tachikawa!

Message de l'Auteur :

Here I am back on with a Deciyuki fanfiction, including other ships too... I prepare this since so long it was time. My coffee shop AU.

It's just the beginning, but I invite in this bittersweet stories about Decim and Chiyuki who meet again. Big reference to the anime right? It will not be the only one.

Enjoy, and don't forget the review please!

Her shadow was still visible in the sunlight which embraced the city. The night was coming, and few people were around: they surely had a good reason to be there instead of their home.

Chiyuki hasn't said a word about why she came back to her parents. It's been three days now, in this both new and nostalgic city. None of her ex-classmates knew about it either.

She isolated herself from everyone, and spent another day here, until she goes out from her home, even though she had no particular reason to do so.

The young woman stopped her walk, noticing that she started to be hungry. It would be smarter to take something before to get back to home.

At this moment, she noticed where she was. She searched a place to eat until she considers a place which she learned the name of this place.

Not a restaurant, but a coffee shop.

Quindecim.

It was opened.
Instinctively, she walked toward this place, not because of her hunger, but this strange feeling of nostalgia, even though she just heard of this place.

When she opened the door, a bell made a delicate sound which surprised her an instant.

Then her eyes watched in front of her.

The bar, the silence, coffee's and sugar's scent.

On the other side of the bar, a young man who had to grow up and watched her too.

He was surprised to see her again, after all that time.
She was about to say something.

But she didn't have the time.

« Welcome to the Quindecim. »

Her lips were left open for a little moment before she gives up.

And she smiled.

She couldn't give up anymore.

They talked like nothing happened, about what she wanted to eat, and haven't found the way to talk about something else.

Chiyuki ate nothing, focused on her drink.

Her finger taped in rhythm with the music.

And she let the base of her head rest on the other hand which took the form of a fist.

The bell ringed again, making her look at it: another customer left... and the manager of the coffee shop was coming to her.

« Chiyuki-san? »

She passed to bored to surprised.

« Y-yes?
_ Can I sit?
_ Of course. »

She showed him the chair, noticing that she was the only customer at this hour.

He sat like he used to do in the past, when they were still a high schooler.

But even if he had the initiative to come, it seems like he found nothing to ay.

They considered each other.

She looked at his face which rarely shown any change since she knew him and could make believe that he felt nothing, even if she knew very well that it was the opposite.

But she couldn't pass through this expression.

Decim said :

« How are you doing? »

She didn't know why, but it frankly amused her. He had an infinite amount of questions to ask her :

Why have you stopped to sent us letters? Why did you come back without saying anything? What are you doing there? What is happening?

But it was really like him to just ask that.

« I'm... not really okay. »

She smiled sadly.

« I would say, not at all. »

« I don't know what happened...I don't know why I am back like this... I am sorry, I'm so pathetic...I left with so much optimism in high school and... I come back like this... »

It was why she said nothing, to nobody. It was the first time she finally let it out, but she also felt like she had no right to complain. She disappointed everyone by coming back like this, and she didn't dare to do something like this, telling them what happened, something she still had difficulty to understand.

She thought back to her optimism when she finally got her apartment outside of the city, when she dedicated her life to ice skating, her passion, the letters she sent because it feels more authentic than any technological device, calling her friends... and how suddenly, everything got worst, how the pressure she wasn't able to handle made her like this despite all the work she did.

Her hands were shaking, her lips tightened, but it didn't stop the tears which were starting to flow, blurring her vision.

She sniffed.

But gently, she felt her hand being taken by two other hands, surprising her again, making her look straight at Decim.

She couldn't deal with this and hide her face with her other hand.

« Chiyuki-san. »

He tightened a little his own hands on her, like to make her stay with him. Chiyuki's second hand descended to the half of her face, hiding her lips.

« I'm sorry...
_ Since how many time are you like this?
_ … I don't know... »

He posed Chiyuki's hand beside his own and started to mass it gently.

Only the profound breath of Chiyuki could be heard.

She let her other hand on the table, letting him do what he started.

« It's okay... thank you. »

She smiled to him, whipped her tears, and he kept watching her without saying anything.

« You're not forced to tell me anything now, Chiyuki-san. »

She nodded, still smiling.

« I don't know what happened... but the other will be happy to see you again. Even though I don't know for Ginti. »

She chuckled just by thinking about Decim's angry best friend, sensitive to his words now.

« And even if it's not the case, it doesn't change that I am happy to see you again, Chiyuki-san. »

Decim finally smiled. A smile clear and gentle, like him.

And Chiyuki smiled back, with the shining smile she could do.

« Thank you a lot. »

The Quindecim closed a little later than usual, his responsible being with someone he cherished dearly.

They shared a light they haven't seen since a long time.

On this place, Chiyuki was welcome.