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These Precious Moments
A Full Moon wo Sagashite drabble
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Disclaimer: Arina. All Arina.
Note: I wrote this around episode eight,

And I saw up to 4. So I have some idea of what's going on. A pity you didn't
do Fancy Lala. I have a growing addiction to that, I'm sorry to say.

Still, sleep seemed like a pointless exercise to her.
 Every moment wanted to be something she could savor.
She liked being awake at night, watching the moon wax
and wane with its pale and gentle light.

It was full. It was always full for a series with "Full Moon' in the title.
It was peculiar, that way.

"Are you still awake?" a chiding voice asked her from
behind..

extra period

She jumped, spinning around in startlement to see
Takuto floating behind her, his arms crossed over his
chest. She had thought both Takuto and Meroko were out
on the roof, discussing whatever they did when she
wasn't near them.

Meroko: Let's just whack her now. I'll take care of it. I'll feed her some
salmon mousse

Takuto: No! We make her dreams come true, then we kill her.

She knew their job required

something she didn't quite understand, but recognized
it as the cost of their being shinigami. Strangely,
the word didn't scare her as much as it used to.

Their being a couple of goofballs made it hard to fear them.

"Staying up too late, losing sleep. You have a busy
day tomorrow, and if you don't take care of yourself,
you're going to make yourself sick again," Takuto
said, sighing a bit. He gave her a stern look,
floating closer. "You need to take better care of
yourself."

Takuto: So, you know, die in relatively good health.

The girl knew from Meroko that Takuto was in
training, and sometimes his awkwardness with her made
her wonder. "Takuto. who were you?  Before you were
shinigami?"

Takuto: Actually, my name was Shini Gami. I worked in a funeral home.
Sometimes, I think I was destined for this line of work.

He seemed to freeze, and then the ears on his head,
which she had always thought to be decorative, instead
of functional, twitched.  He smiled and then he rose
to his feet, stretching before staring down at the
girl who he had bound himself to for a year by a
promise.  "Before - I was something greater."

Mitsuki: River dragon?

Takuto: No. That's 'Spirited Away.' Something else.


 he

smiled down at her, though his eyes weren't seeing
her.

"When I was younger. when I was alive." he whispered.
 Then he shook his head.  "You'll find out someday,
Mitsuki-chan."  His eyes looked at the clock, and then
at her form.  "Go to sleep.  Even sleep is part of the
moments we live. do

Do

 you know shinigami don't dream?"

he asked.

She shook her head, and walked over to the plush
blanket on her futon.  "I. I didn't."

His lips quirked, and it may have been a smile.
"Shinigami remember what has past.

passed

decorative wings on his back flaring in agitation.
"As long as you think like that, Mitsuki, you will
never sing a true song.  As long as you chase after
that boy, or count on others to make you sing, you
will get nowhere."  Something dark flared across his
eyes and he seemed to be on the verge of an explosion,
one which he barely reigned in.  "Until you can sing
for yourself, Mitsuki, your voice will never be pure."

Mistuki: Like Christine Aguilara?

Takuto: Oh honey, nothing has been pure in that girl for years.

"Ta-" she began to protest, but he stormed out,
vanishing into the night that Eichi had been so
enamored of.

She got out of bed and stumbled crossed the worn
carpet. Mitsuki leaned against the window, staring at
the waning moon.  For some reason, the light didn't
seem nearly as warm and welcoming as it should have
been.  Why had Takuto been so upset about her not
singing with a true voice. and what had it possibly
meant this evening.

evening?

Nice work. I enjoyed it.

DB Sommer



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