Reminiscence of The Past
As she kept watering, she came across a small, glass display case. It had her old uniform, evoker, and that plastic-metal-arm-thing.
“I wonder if that thing still even works… I sleep so hard these days that even if the Dark Hour was back, I’d never even know… heh. Does that uniform still even fit? Actually… I might try that.”
Back in Mitsuru’s mansion, she had changed into her pajamas. She laid in her bed, scrolling on her phone, before deciding to look back at some old pictures from when she was back in SEES. She’d been lucky enough to find a way to transfer all those pictures over. She scrolled all the way up, and just looked through them. It brought back tons of memories, seeing all those old places. The beach by her old home, her father, Gekkogaun, and the clock right before it hit 12. It brought back a ton of memories.
Back in Fuuka’s penthouse, she had just finished squeezing into her old SEES uniform. Miraculously, it still fit. She looked at herself in the mirror, going on her own nostalgia trip. She remembered all the fun she had, all the times that she’d spent in the uniform. She was very surprised that it still fit so well. She spun around a bit, looking at herself in the mirror. It was just like back then. Fuuka’s mind drifted back to Mitsuru. Maybe she was thinking about the past too… After all, meeting an old friend can do that to you. Fuuka decided to take a picture of herself in the old uniform. She took her phone out and tried to take a picture, but every one seemed bad. Every pose, expression, stance, didn’t seem good enough to send to Mitsuru. Eventually, she just gave up and took a picture with her smiling with a peace sign. She texted it to Mitsuru, her own heart racing with nervousness.
Mitsuru was just lounging in her bed still, scrolling through old pictures, when she saw that she got a text from someone. When she checked and saw it was Fuuka, her heart beat a little faster. When she saw it was an image, she got even more excited. What could it be? She opened it and saw the picture of Fuuka, just standing in the mirror, smiling. Her heart warmed, and she smiled. What a perfectly timed picture, she thought. Mitsuru texted back.
“Très bien, Fuuka.”
Fuuka looked down at her phone, seeing Mitsuru’s compliment. It made her glow, knowing that Mitsuru liked the outfit. But deep down, it made Fuuka happy that Mitsuru complimented her. Because that meant there was a chance. A small, small chance, that maybe, maybe, Fuuka had a chance. And Fuuka? She was going to take that chance by the hand and run with it.
Mitsuru just stared at the picture of Fuuka for a while. Just admiring the beauty that was now in front of her. She set it as her lockscreen, just staring at the picture. She wanted Fuuka to know just how beautiful she was, how much Mitsuru cared for her, but she couldn’t say. Mitsuru was… afraid, to be honest with herself. Just like back with Makoto. Afraid of what a relationship could hold, what could happen. Sure, Makoto had turned out great, but when he passed, she couldn’t even go a day without missing him. She vividly remembered the nights, laying there with his jacket over her, trying desperately to pretend he was still alive, in fact, he’d just walk through that door and poke fun at her like he always did. But he never did. Years passed and he never did. She became resentful in those teenage years, hating him, hating love as a concept. Her one true love had gone, left her, and she hated him. But… this was different. There was no Dark Hour, no looming threat of imminent doom, only life. And these feelings welling up in her, this drive, this need to just be there with Fuuka, be held, comforted, told everything was okay… it could be okay this time. Fuuka wouldn’t just die on her for the sake of humanity. Fuuka would be there until they die naturally. And that gave her hope, so, so much hope. She shot Fuuka another text.
“When are you planning to hold a shareholder meeting? I’d like to see you again.”
Mitsuru froze after sending it. Did she just say that?! Oh no. This was bad.
Fuuka had just finished taking off the old uniform and folding it back, placing it under the glass once more. She felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out of her pocket and checked it. Once she saw it was from Mitsuru, her heart beat a little faster. What could it say? Was she being asked out again? And once she read it, she was blushing.
“She wants to see me again..? She wants to see me again!! Yes! I did something right! Ooooh yeah! You hear that??”
Fuuka had a huge smile on her face, talking to a small persimmon tree in her room.
“I did it! I had an actual, successful, date!”
Fuuka texted back after she settled down from her high.
“You could come over whenever! I’d be down anytime.”
She also attached her address to the text. When Mitsuru saw this, she was stunned. Fuuka just folded like that? Or… did Fuuka want this just as badly as she did? Maybe Fuuka was as head over heels for Mitsuru as she was for her. Head over heels?? Mitsuru realized that she’d fallen a bit harder than she originally thought.