Really wanted to write a story with Mayu and Mikuo. Not together, mind you, but that's how it worked out. Hope it isn't a complete pile of garbage. Oh, and I'm new and don't really understand the line-break-thingy, so I haven't used it yet...
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Mikuo had been in love exactly three times in his life.
Yes, he might have been young all three times. Hell, he was still young. But he honestly believed those feelings he felt had been love. Every time, every girl. It had been love. Maybe not the same kind you read about in fairy tales. He wasn't a prince. He never managed to sweep a single one of those girls off their feet, and he was pretty sure he'd never be able to sweep any girl off her feet ever. That was okay. He would be content with finding a girlfriend at this point.
Sixteen-year-old Mikuo Hatsune was as inexperienced with love as you can get. Despite his deep feelings for those three girls in his past, he had never managed to confess. He had never had a girlfriend. He had never been kissed and he had never been on a date. This wasn't to say he wasn't attractive. He was. But even he had to admit; he was a coward when it came to anything remotely romantic. He couldn't help it. Being around girls, well, it made him shy. Which really sucked. It sucked badly. Considering he wanted a girlfriend so much, he should've been able to swallow his silly fears and worries and just asked a girl out sometime. Well, he had tried. Poor Mikuo always froze up at the last moment. Maybe if a girl asked him out instead. That would be nice. Why did the guy always have to be the one to ask the girl, anyway? Personally, he would be impressed if the girl had the courage to do something he couldn't. Maybe that would happen someday. Just maybe…
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A nice autumn day brought warm sun to the sky. Leaves of many hues danced on crackling branches, stirring as wind brushed past. The scent of apples and sounds of dry, crunching plants hung on the breeze, setting a smooth atmosphere against a blue, cloudless sky.
Mikuo sighed contentedly. He found himself outside, walking home from a day of school. Why he had been stuck inside on a day like today, he didn't know. This could be the last nice day before it snowed, for goodness sake. He didn't want to miss that!
Despite his complaints, it was really nice to just be outside, underneath the golden sun. Smiling gently, he shouldered his bag and glanced around, taking in the calm day. He lived in a rather quiet neighborhood, and very few people were home from work yet. No one was around. At least no one he could see. Being alone from time to time was nice. Soaking up that silence, he continued on his way, walking up the short paved way to his front door. He was surprised to find a small wheat colored envelope attached to the door, his name scrawled across it in neat, loopy calligraphy. Blinking slightly, he removed the almost weightless object from his door. It was so light, and for some reason the scent placed on the paper was so gentle and lovely, he couldn't ignore it. It stuck solidly in his brain despite the fact he could not for the life of him recognize that scent.
Carefully, he tucked it into his pocket, letting it rest in his school pants. He intended to visit the note as soon as he entered his room. Luckily, he was not interrupted by his sister with some silly questions about school or dinner, or his parents lecturing him about God-knows-what. Honestly, he gave up listening to their silly conversations years ago.
Quietly, just in case anyone was home to question him or bug him in any other way, Mikuo slipped into his own room and closed the door. He took the delicate letter from his pocket and opened the scented envelope. Colorful flowers blossoms as more of the scent spilled from the letter within. The folded paper with in was removed slowly, and Mikuo gently unfolded the paper. The handwriting inside was as elegant as the handwriting that formed his name.
His green eyes scanned the page, darting across letters and words that formed sentences that formed paragraphs that seemed to form… a love letter. But it was strange love letter. Confusing and different, with a hint of rather scary threats here and there. He read it through multiple times, his eyes losing focus.
Dear Mikuo Hatsune,
You don't know me. I am a complete stranger to you. It might seem weird to get a love letter from a girl you don't know, but I promise you, I do love you. I understand if it's kind of creepy to you. It would be creepy to me, too. But please hear me out at least. I would be so happy if you could simply finish this rather long letter. Believe me; I think it would be in your best interest.
My name is Mayu Yoshida. I am sixteen years old, born May 6th. I have a bunny named Usano Mimi and an adopted sister name Tei Sukone. I love them both to death. My parents work a lot, but they always make time for us. They love us both a lot, even though I'm the biological daughter and Tei was adopted. I would say we are happy.
This might be an odd way to write a love letter, but since you don't know me, I wanted to share a bit about myself. I hope that, in time, or maybe even straight away, you learn to love me as I love you. Although, to be completely honest, I'm not sure how possible that is. I love you a lot. It's hard to put the exact words on paper, and I hate to sound like a deranged fangirl of some high-and-mighty pop idol, but I love you so very much. I literally cannot tell you how much I do. It's a scary fact. I think the only thing that would give me ultimate happiness would be you. More specifically, meeting you and having you fall in love with me as well. Please, consider it. At the least, I would love for you to meet me someday soon; as soon as possible.
Love Forever,
Mayu Yoshida
Mikuo admitted he was somewhat terrified. It was a really creepy letter, especially for a teenaged boy with little love experience. Because, in all honesty, Mayu Yoshida sounded like a stalker. How did people deal with stalkers? Didn't they usually get murdered?
Mikuo really wanted to smash his own head against the hard wood of his desk. Not only did he have no idea what to do, he was pretty sure he couldn't really do anything, anyway. God, this was weird. Maybe if he just slept on it. Or ignored it completely. Yeah, that sounded alright.
And Mikuo did just that. Until the next morning, because no matter how much a person avoids a situation, it will always catch up with them at some point.
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Mikuo awoke the next morning to his alarm clock. Why, oh why, had some idiot set his alarm on the weekend?! Wait. He had done it. God damn it.
Without hesitation (he was already awake; what was the point of staying in bed any longer?), he stood, realizing he had slept in his jeans. Wow. How late had he been up? He had no idea; each video game level kind of just blended into the next.
Groaning, he stretched, going to scoop up his cell phone. It took a few seconds to turn on. When it did, he saw a long stream of texts.
To: Mikuo
From: Kaito
Dude, help! my bratty sister is sick and wont let me leave the house! not even for medicine! HELP ME!
The other messages were all from Kaito, and basically all said the same thing. Chuckling, Mikuo replied.
To: Kaito
From: Mikuo
calm down. ill go get the stupid medicine for you. what do you need?
His friend quickly responded, and Mikuo slid on his shoes. His t-shirt was a bit wrinkled, but it would have to do. His hair was in a complete state of chaos, but that was typical. People told Mikuo it made him more attractive, kind of edgy. People had weird ideas about what was good-looking. Did they know how long it took to make his hair look neat? He really should never try again. Like, ever.
Mikuo found his wallet, which had about thirty or forty bucks, and slid it into his back pocket. That was all he needed. Quietly, since he was pretty sure his sister was still asleep, he walked down the hall (real men don't tiptoe) and to the front door. His key was in his wallet. Maybe.
Still trying his best to remain quiet, Mikuo steeped outside. It was sunny. Very sunny. Beautiful, in fact. Warm and fresh, a day mirroring yesterday. He was glad. At least his idiot friend hadn't ruined his day by forcing him into the snow or something awful like that. Silently, he closed the front door, locking it behind him. A smile appeared on his face, shining just as brilliantly as the sun. He was very unaware of how attractive this made him look. Actually, he was always unaware of these things. So the clueless teen continued on his way. Since the medicine he was going to get wasn't prescription, it would be easy to get. Just cough drops and children's Tylenol.
Mikuo arrived at the store rather quickly and hurried to pick up the items. He attempted to avoid distraction, but he gave in when he saw a rack of books and magazines. True, he wasn't much of a reader, but even he had a series or two he liked.
"Awesome, the next book is out," he murmured to himself, reaching for a certain hardcover book. He flipped it open, looking at the price, then groaned. He placed it back on the rack. A sigh escaped him, and he doubted he'd have the chance to buy the book any time soon. It was disappointing, but first world problems, right? Well, not really, if you thought about it…
Mikuo shook his stupid thoughts out of the forefront of his mind. Really, he needed to monitor his train of thought.
Mikuo turned from the rack, feeling a tug in his gut as the urge to yank the book from its place overwhelmed him. He rarely felt this strongly about a book, or anything, really. But he couldn't just go around spending so much money. Yes, newly released, hardcover books cost a lot, actually. And he was saving up for his silly older sister's birthday present. He really was too kind to that sister of his.
Despite his annoyance at the general situation, Mikuo smiled, receiving looks from fellow shoppers in the line as he stood to buy his items. He loved his sister. She was so sweet and innocent. Seeing a smile on her face, especially directed at her, made him feel like he had wings. She was just so… childish. He wondered who the real older sibling was sometimes.
Quickly, he bought his items, stepping from the cool air that seemed to erupt from every surface of the store. The temperature difference was clearly evident, something Mikuo would normally be irritated by. Air conditioning in autumn? Really? But his mind wasn't exactly in the present or focused on his silly pet peeves. Could you blame the guy?
He was thinking his situation over. A girl – no, a stalker girl – had sent him a love letter. Despite the general creepiness of it, Mikuo was a bit flattered. She must really like him (or be completely obsessed, whichever) if she were stalking him. And it was a girl, after all. She wouldn't appear suddenly and stab him or something. He was sure he could overpower any girl who attacked him.
…That sounded weird.
So maybe he would meet her. He really doubted it would kill him, although that was always a possibility when meeting strangers. Strangers who happened to be in love with you…
In any case, Mikuo didn't have to make any sort of decision now. Heck, he could even think of a way to contact this "Mayu Yoshida" girl. If she was stalking him, he was sure she'd manage to find a way.
God, he hoped he didn't end up murdered. Or locked in a basement. Or a sex slave. Or anything. And he really hoped Miss Mayu had the decency not to look at him while he was changing. If she were actually a stalker. Which hadn't been proven. Yet.