Moonlit_Dreamers
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"Ikutsuki, I'd like you to meet someone." Takeharu said in a firm tone, he had called Ikutsuki to his office. "Hm? Awhh, are you finally showing me the misses?" He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the end, Takeharu instantly shut that down. "No. Kikuno, bring her in." He snapped his fingers, and looked at the doorway, Kikuno walked in, holding a mini red head, by her hands.
Takeharu held out his hand, watching the red head quickly take his hand. "Ikutsuki. This is my daughter, Mitsuru." He proudly lifting her up onto the couch. "Takeharu has a daughter?.. and I'm just finding out about her? Almost.. I'm gonna guess 7 years later?" He almost sounded a little disappointed, tilting his head onto his shoulder. "Well little Miss Mitsuru, aren't you cute?" Ikutsuki reached over, and twisted her hair drills with his fingers.
"She has your face.." He laughed to himself, Mitsuru looked hesitant, pulling her head back slightly. "Well, she is my daughter." Takeharu pulled her back, sitting her next to her.
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"Hey there gorgeous," Three simple words that could make any girl melt, but the voice it belonged to wasn't what Kotone wanted to see.
Ryoji smiled softly, taking his seat on the bed. "What is it now? 11:29? That gives us.. 31 minutes?.. Correct me if I'm wrong, Math was never my strong suit.." He let out a small laugh, almost like he was trying to butter Kotone into killing him.
She could see past that smile, he was just as nervous as she was. Kotone sat down next to Ryoji, pulling off her headphones, and turning her MP3 player off. These could be their last moments together, one last chance to bathe in the warm feelings they give each other.
"Don't think too hard about it, I'm still here." Another fake smile, his teeth were a perfect white, all lined up perfectly. It made Kotone feel sick to her stomach, with a feeling of uncertainty.
"Mochizuki.. If I kill you, or actually... Before I make my decision, can I have one last favor from you?"
Pure silence after that between the two of them..
“Favor?.. what is it?”
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The shrine steps were slick with evening dew, each footfall heavier than the last. Aigis’ disguise, loose socks bunched at her ankles, ribbon crooked would fool no one up close, but the solitude was what she craved. Or was it punishment? The shrine gate loomed ahead, its shadow stretching long and accusing across the stones. She halted beneath it, sensors prickling at the shift from synthetic light to moonlight. Here, the cicadas’ drone drowned out the memory of Kotone’s gasps.
Aigis knelt abruptly, palms pressed flat against cold stone. Her optics flickered offline, not prayer, but a desperate system reboot. Static filled her vision, interspersed with fragmented data: Junpei’s magazine tucked under his mattress, two women tangled in glossy pages, their limbs arranged in geometries foreign to combat manuals. One had her mouth where no. Error. Aigis’ fingers curled, ceramic nails scraping grooves into centuries-old rock. Why did her targeting systems lock onto Kotone’s parted lips when she recalled those images.
The memory crystallized sharply, Junpei’s nervous laughter when she’d caught him, how he’d shoved the magazine beneath his pillow like contraband. "It’s just, y’know, research,"
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Yukari chuckled, watching her friend's meticulous movements. "You're so much like Makoto sometimes, short answers." She said, a touch of nostalgia in her voice. The mention of Makoto was like opening a Pandora's box of memories. The two of them had been so close, almost inseparable, back at the Iwatodai Dormitory. Now, with the new dorm and a different atmosphere, she felt a void that Aigis seemed to fill, albeit imperfectly.
Aigis looked over at Yukari, her expression unchanging. "I am designed to emulate human behavior, but I am not Makoto." Her words were factual, but Yukari could almost feel the underlying warmth in them, a comforting reminder of the bond they had formed over the year.
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- Part 2 of Thank you for everything.
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The room was quiet, save for the faint scratching of pencil on paper. Chidori sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a sea of her artwork. Her eyes moved from the television to the clock on the wall, the ticking a relentless metronome counting down the minutes. Each second felt like an eternity. She had been waiting for this all day.
Her drawings, a mix of intricate landscapes and familiar places, filled the space with a silent narrative of their own. The colors danced around the room, reflecting off the walls and mingling with the subdued glow of the setting sun. It was her way of passing the time, of keeping her mind busy until the moment she had been eagerly anticipating.
The TV flickered, broadcasting the evening news. Chidori's gaze remained transfixed on the images flashing by, but her thoughts were elsewhere. They were with Junpei, her caretaker and boyfriend, who had been working tirelessly at his part-time job to make ends meet, since she couldn't work. The hours apart had been stretching longer and longer, and she could see the fatigue etched on his face every night when he returned home.
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