A/N: Well I've decided that I'll do a little spin-off of Mitsuru's Dream. Yes it would be funny to continue it, but I just wrote it spur of the moment and I think it should stay like that. Sorry if you wanted it to be longer but we don't always get what we want. That is a very crappy lesson.
Disclaimer: Do ya see my name printed on the cover, or anywhere else on it? Thought so.
Word Key:
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"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Dreams
Tape Recorder
Chapter One: Wake Up
Mahiru awoke sleepy; of course any teenager would no matter what time, even at 3 in the afternoon, but she awoke at 6 A.M. On a weekend, that's just wrong.
"Oh the irony of it all, I wanna sleep in during school and when it's not a school day I wake up early. Talk about twisted." She groaned as she rolled out of bed and downstairs to where the way too energetic Akira greeted her.
"Hihi Mahiru, did ya sleep good? I thought you sleep in today, oh well more fun for us today! Any who, what do ya want for breakfast?" All that he had said had come out so quickly that all she heard was, "hdasgfkhasgdljh"
When she didn't answer the were-wolf the first time he was about to send a whole nother barrage of questions when a certain person hit him over the head with their fist: that person…Nozomu.
"Shaddup," he grumbled , "I don't wanna deal with this until after my coffee." That fact was made evident by shirt he was wearing that said: 'Coffee, my sustainer of consciousness, you bother me before I have it and your unconscious.' He then turned to Mahiru with his patented grin, how when he was just about ready to murder Akira, she'd never know. "Good morning Prin- Mahiru. What I think he asked was what do you want for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry at the moment, I came down to see what is going on today I guess…" she told him; her still in sleep mode brain thinking, 'Holy mother of all sugars he's hot.'
But then something clicked in her head, it was quiet…too quiet. No grumbling from a certain tengu about how the world sucks, life sucks, damn you, damn him, damn the world and no get the hell away from damn girl. Just silence, it was kinda creepy.
"It's so…," she looked around waiting for him to come out of the shadows and glare at her to death for simply just existing, "quite, where's Mitsuru?" The other two members of the Lunar Race looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders saying how they hadn't seen him since last night when he was outside having to wash the van as a punishment, for trying to pick a fight with Misoka…again, and cursing about how it seemed that all birds decided to use the van as their 'personal shitting ground'.
Mitsuru was up in his room tossing and turning in his sleep.
He was standing in the middle of a park; it seemed vaguely familiar from when he was a child. Looking around he saw why it was familiar; over by the swings away from all the other children, was a boy…Mitsuru as a kid. Damn how he hated all those other kids; they had mothers, he didn't; they had friends, he didn't.
Mitsuru shook his head, 'Don't think like that,' he told himself, 'it makes you soft. And I'm not a softie dammit.'
He then heard a name a name he so hated, even more than the one he'd been nicknamed at the home. That name…Mahiru. Looking over there was a short blonde version of her playing in a sandbox with a bunch of other kids. She was being called by one of the kids over by the slides to come play with them.
The younger version of him looked up and unfortunately had caught her eye before he could pretend like he had been looking at her. She told the kids at the slides that she would be over later, that she felt like swinging by herself for the moment and walked slowly to the swings. "Hi," the annoying high pitched six year old voice said, plopping on the seat next to him.
"Go away."
She ignored the comment continuing on, "I saw you over here and thought you needed some body to play with. It's not fun being by yourself when there are bunches of people to play with. By the way I'm Mahiru. What's your name?"
What was this girl's deal? Did she not see that he obviously wanted to be alone and she was ruining his plan of being by himself? "None of your business you dumb girl."
"I told you mine!" she countered; it was an unspoken rule at that age that if somebody told you their name, you tell them yours. "Mitsuru." He grumbled.
"Mit-su, no, Mitru, no. I can't say it so how about I call you Mitty? I like it, Mitty, Mitty, Mitty." She smiled swinging her legs back and forth every time she said his new name.
Mitsuru was too disgusted by the scene in front of him to notice the arms that began encircling his chest until it was too late. "WHAT THE HELL!" he screamed. Turning his head he saw the body of which the arms sprouted from and standing there was Mahiru.
"Wha-what the hell do you want!" he faltered when he noticed that her face was too close for comfort. She smiled sweetly before extending as far as she could on her tip toes and their lips briefly touched.
Mitsuru flung himself up into a sitting position panting heavily and drenched in cold sweat. Just what the hell did he just do?
Leaning over the side of his bed he reached under and searched frantically for something. He felt a small plastic-like square and brought it out; it was a tape player that he recorded stuff on…if ever found he would be a major creek with out a paddle. Mitsuru fast forwarded to a blank place on the recorder and started telling out his dream.
Mahiru climbed the stairs, she was going to Mitsuru's room to see if he was in there even if all he would do was yell obscenities her. Because for a reason that she had no idea about…she was worried something was wrong.
TBC
A/N: Well that's the first chapter hope everyone likes it. Sorry if they didn't seem like their normal selves and if the paragraphing sucks. This time I didn't even bother with paper and a pencil therefore this is probably going to be kinda crappy. Flame if you like but not to badly please for I don't respond well to an immense amount of pain. Later everybody.