Chapter Text
Inspiration: “unlock it” charli xcx, “fly me to the moon” cover by the macaron project
summary: mitsuba tries to help kou by delivering something. It goes poorly.
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Mokke lay in a patch of sunlight, the midday sun strong for this time of year. Reclining in the curve of a mirror, Mitsuba busied himself with a handheld game. Beeps and boops echoed in the quiet of the bathroom, the only sound beside the mokke's snoring.
A shimmer alighted across the mirror and Mitsuba reached back to brush the back of his hand against the cool glass. Kou's voice filtered through it, excited and cheerful. A smile was pulling at the redhead's lips before he'd even turned to look.
“Hey, Mitsuba! I'll meet you at the usual place, okay?”
Focusing on his game, the spirit guided the character along a pixelated dirt road. “You didn’t have to call me to tell me that, dork. You always do.”
It lacked any bite and Kou laughed in spite of his words. “Its called being considerate, bird-brain. Anyway, I'll be there soon!”
Mitsuba hummed noncommittally, a flush crawling up his neck. “Sure thing. See you soon.”
The mirror shimmered and the blond's voice vanished. Mitsuba pulled at his scarf, feeling warmer than he could rationalize. A mokke yawned and rolled over, the sun shifting along with it. The tapping of shoes outside drifted closer and closer, before the door flung open.
“I'm here!”
Mitsuba rolled his eyes, allowing a smile to pull at his lips in spite of the boisterous boy. Kou hurried to him, looping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his chest. The redhead made an undignified sound, nearly dropping the game system he held. A waxen arm extended from the wall and he deposited it into the waiting hand.
“Do you have to be so embarrassing?” Mitsuba mumbled, running a hand through the boy's hair gently. “You really are the worst.”
Kou nuzzled into his chest, laughing. The sound reverberated through his entire body, a buzz he couldn’t ignore. “I do.”
Once they'd caught up, they settled down and talked. Nothing important, rarely ever serious. They spent their time together getting to know one another, the same as they did most days. Favorite foods, favorite animals. Things that Mitsuba had never given real thought, before his daily after school dates with Kou.
It felt good. Mitsuba looked forward to each and every day spent with Kou. Whether he wanted to admit that to the boy or not, it remained a fact.
Kou glanced at his watch and winced. “Its already this late...” he sighed, tilting his head.
Mitsuba eyed his wrist, tapping the face of the watch lightly. He made a small movement, pretending to rewind it. Kou laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “I'll be back tomorrow, don’t worry.” he soothed.
“Whose worried?” the redhead mumbled, cheeks flushing. “I'm not.”
He felt the smile against his cheek, warm and knowing. His heart beat fast and Kou pulled him into an embrace. “Tomorrow, I'll bring you a game. So you aren’t bored without me.” he teased.
The spirit leaned into the hold, closing his eyes and inhaling. Cinnamon, vanilla, a bit of orange. There was the faint scent of sweat and body wash, intoxicating. “Good. I'm about to beat this one.”
Kou ran a hand through his hair, gentle. “I bet.”
Goodbye took another five minutes before they'd stood. Then another handful, as they walked hand in hand down the hall. Of course, at the staircase, they needed to kiss goodbye as well. Bathed in the soft glow of dusk, they embraced at the top of the stairs.
Breathless, overwhelmed, Mitsuba felt like his entire world might be reliant on Kou staying just a little bit longer. Just one more lingering kiss, one last soft touch.
Everything had to end, however. Watching the blond as he made his way down the street, Mitsuba gripped the front of his shirt. A wild thought occurred to him. That he could run after the boy, take his hand and walk home with him.
Shadows stretched over the asphalt, deep and murky. Mitsuba bit his lip and watched as the sunny boy's form vanished around the bend.
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Kou had forgotten his phone. Mitsuba clutched it, slipping through a mirror and into the first floor of the middle school. Late midday sun streamed through the tall windows, the halls vacant. It felt strange, to see it so empty.
If he was quick, maybe he could catch Kou.
He'd only just left, surely he couldn’t be more than a block away. Mitsuba held the phone close to his chest, hurrying through the courtyard and to the gates. The sunset cast the world in warm shades of gold, trees throwing shadows across the courtyard.
It was a lonely sight.
Mitsuba came to the gates quickly, slowing his pace to stand frozen. The tidy cement slabs of the courtyard ended abruptly, sliced cleanly by asphalt and sidewalk. Ahead, the streetlights were flickering on and birds called above.
How many long nights, did Mitsuba stare past these gates? Long after Kou had gone, watching a world pass by just out of his reach. Swallowing hard, Mitsuba raised a foot, slipping through the cool metal of the gates. His sneaker touched the sidewalk, a thrill shooting up his spine. Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself forward and passed the gates.
A breeze rustled his hair, the air heavier than Mitsuba had known it before. Clutching the phone closer to his chest, he let out the breath he'd been holding and broke out into a wide smile. A car passed, the roar of the engine startling him.
The car turned a corner, its blue paint bright against the warmth of sunset. Mitsuba watched it go, a laugh bubbling up in his chest, escaping in a burst of elation. It felt so surreal, to stand outside of the school.
All around him, the world had opened up into a dizzying mess of color and sound. Students, still in the uniforms, walked along the sidewalk in pairs or alone. Their conversations drifted to him distantly, white noise against the frosty orange sky.
An alert ping'ed and Mitsuba jolted back to the present. Someone had texted Kou. From the name on the contact, Mitsuba hazarded a guess that it was Teru. Probably asking about dinner. Steeling himself, the spirit began to walk along the sidewalk. He had a task to do.
Bushes hugged the curve of the road, little dusty blue berries nestled into deep green leaves. There was an odd scent about them, but Mitsuba couldn’t quite put a name to it. Following the road down the hill, he decided to ask Yashiro when he next saw her.
Mitsuba had often watched Kou from the rooftop, tracing his bright head of hair as it meandered through streets. There was only so far he could have watched him go, but it was enough to give the redhead an idea of where to go now. If Kou walked to school, then surely he couldn’t be very far away.
And even if he didn’t know where to go, it would be fine. He was School Mystery No.3, Mitsuba of the Mirror. Hand crafted, cute to an unnatural fault, he was more than capable of searching out his boyfriend's house. Worse case scenario, he could just use Kou's phone to figure it out that way.
As the hill sloped into a neighborhood, Mitsuba found his determination wavering. So many streets. So many new directions and adventures to take. If he wanted, he could stroll through each and every one of these lanes. Perhaps he'd even meet another supernatural, maybe become friends.
Or, be hunted down by someone like Teru. A shudder ran up his spine and the idea of adventuring was swiftly tucked away.
Mitsuba continued along the sidewalk, down a familiar street. It looked different from ground view. Cars parked neatly in driveways, tidy gardens just barely visible over walled yards. A cat lounged atop one of the high walls, its tail swaying slowly. Mitsuba approached the feline, heart thundering with adoration.
Mismatched eyes watched him, aloof from the calico's perch. Reaching out, the redhead smiled at it. “Hey there~” he cooed.
The cat eyed his hand, before standing and jumping into the yard beyond the wall. Pouting, he huffed. Rude. He loved it.
“Rui, come on in!” a voice called, the sound of a door sliding open.
Peering over the wall, Mitsuba felt his heart squeeze. A young woman was visible through the glass door, setting the table. The owner of the voice was a boy, possibly a grade schooler, who lifted the cat with gentle hands.
Someone was cooking inside, the scent of frying tempura batter wafting through the air. A man made a joke and the boy laughed, sliding the door shut with a click. Mitsuba watched them as they sat down to eat, smiling and talking. What they said, he couldn’t tell.
Had he ever had a life like that? A mother, a dog? Maybe a sister?
A lump of melancholy settled in his stomach, heavy and leaden. Kou had shown him photos of his family before. A distant father, his exuberant little sister and of course, Teru. Once, he'd tried to show Mitsuba a photo of their household mokke, Fairy, but the image was blurred and distorted.
Could he ever have that with Kou?
A house, a dog. Warm evenings spent around a table, eating home cooked meals. Somehow, if he could have that, Mitsuba would treasure it. It didn’t matter if that world included children or anyone else. As long as Kou was there, he didn’t need anything else.
An alert ping'ed on the phone. When Mitsuba blinked, the family had left the table. Streetlights were on, illuminating the neighborhood in golden halos of light. Glancing down to where he'd been pressing the phone to his chest, Mitsuba felt a dull dread fill him.
Clicking the power button, a square of white light lit up the screen. The fact that the phone did not have a lock was somehow more endearing than he wanted to admit. At once, the first thing he noticed was the background image. Kou and Yashiro's smiling faces pressed in from each side, two shadowy blurs centered between them. A spark of happiness eased some of his dread. It returned full force, upon seeing the time.
20:00.
How long had he been watching that family...?
Above him, a crow called out. Starting, he nearly dropped the phone. Mitsuba caught it, letting out a shaky breath and held it close. Glancing up, he scowled. “Lousy thing...” he muttered.
Beady eyes watched him from atop the wall. Something about the slickness of its feathers, the iridescent sheen, sent a shudder down his spine. Mitsuba hated crows.
Voice catching, he made an indignant gesture towards it. “G-Go away! Shoo!” he waved his sleeve covered hand at the bird. “Shoo!”
The crow cawed at him, leaning into the action. Then, it spread its wings and beat them, loosing one last shrill caw before it took off into the night. Mitsuba watched it go, the dread sticking to his skin like a fine mist.
Turning back to face the road, Mitsuba took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He needed to focus. It was getting late. The spirit began to walk along the sidewalk with purpose, ignoring the way his heart sped up.
Nothing looked quite the same, in the dark. From the rooftop of the school, it had made some sense. The neat lanes of lights that marched up and down were easy to follow. But down here...
Mitsuba turned a corner, pausing and biting his lip. Another split in the road. It meandered into three separate roads, all just as indistinguishable from one another as the ones before. Sure, he could pick one and pray, but...
A caw above him set his nerves on edge. Glancing up, the redhead shivered. Perched on a light post, was a crow. Mitsuba resisted the urge to shoo it away. Focusing on the split in the road, he took a deep breath and thought.
He was No.3 of the Mirror. What kind of Mystery would be stumped by such a simple task? His own maze of a boundary was simple to navigate. Why was that? If he had to name a reason, it was because the mirrors showed him what was down any hall he might be interested in.
If there was a mirror nearby...
Mitsuba tapped his chin, shifting his weight to one leg. His hip brushed the cool plastic of a car. Blinking, he stared at it for a moment, before an idea struck him. If he could see the history of the street, then he could see which way Kou had gone.
The redhead clapped, a delighted smile upturning his lips. “I'm a genius~!” he sang.
Circling the vehicle, he wondered which window would have the best view of the street. The spirit settled on the rear window, brushing his hand over the glass. It shimmered, warm sunlight reflecting in the glass. A group of school children trotted along the sidewalk, their excited chatter echoing from the past.
By his estimate, the glass only rewound three hours ago. It seemed like this was as far back as he could go. Mitsuba frowned. It would have to work, he decided. Tracing a slow circle over the glass, the images sped forward, little blurs of color and sound. A gold and blue flicker crossed the path and Mitsuba tapped the surface, tracing a half circle back.
Caught mid step, Kou was displayed in a light jog. A spark of warmth lit the redhead up from the inside, relief settling over him. He'd been going the right way after all. It felt good to see the sunny blond and his irritating earring.
Judging by way he was poised, Mitsuba thought he might be turning left. The angle of the car hadn’t been good enough, he mused. Glancing around the street, he spotted a vending machine. It was positioned on the corner, with a clear view of two of the roads.
Mitsuba made his way towards it, clutching the phone to his chest. A faint hum emanated from the machine, comforting in the silence of the night. Peering inside, he blinked. So many flavors of drinks. Everyone was drinking that orange one at school lately, weren’t they?
Shaking his head, he huffed. “Focus, bird-brain...” he muttered, tapping the glass.
At once, it displayed the time frame he called for. Cast in fading sunshine, Kou appeared from the past. Closer now, Mitsuba could see his cheery smile and wondered what he was thinking of. Something nice, maybe about him? The redhead hoped so, watching the blond traipse towards the right, slipping passed the vending machine and out of sight.
Looking around the corner, Mitsuba blinked. Narrow lanes, older looking than the one he was in, neatly tidied to give the street a well loved look. Kou must have gone this way, if the reflection was to be trusted.
Something about it felt...off.
Swallowing hard, Mitsuba shook his head and told himself to relax. He was a supernatural, not even one that could be seen or interacted with by most. What did he have to fear besides exorcists?
Mitsuba ran his fingers over the cool plastic of the phone and stepped around the corner. Climbing vines full of flowers draped over the fencing to his right, giving off a sweet scent. Running a fingertip along a petal, Mitsuba felt a smile pull at his lips.
Even in a place like this, something beautiful could exist. He'd have to ask Yashiro what this plant was called later. Glancing at the phone, Mitsuba tapped it. Squinting passed the light, he found the camera app and aimed the phone at the flower filled fence, snapping a photo.
It wasn’t the best photo, he mused, certainly not one his other self would have appreciated. But it got the job done. With this, Yashiro could identify the flower and maybe he could get her to pick him some for his boundary.
A lamp flickered overhead. Blinking, Mitsuba looked up, frowning. The bulb flickered, throwing long shadows across the sidewalk. Maybe it was reacting to him. Turning the phone off, Mitsuba walked away from the post. He'd lingered long enough anyway.
Would Kou be happy to see him, when he arrived at his house? Mitsuba wanted to think he'd be elated. He could slip in through his bedroom window, surprise him and stay the night.
Teru might be there, but he was confident in Kou's ability to keep him safe. After all, he'd done it once before. Maybe Kou would even offer him dinner, he'd be so excited to see him.
A caw startled him, pulling the redhead from his thoughts. Looking up with a frown, he felt his stomach twist. Dozens of crows had settled along the fence and trees. They shifted restlessly, iridescent feathers quivering in a faint breeze. A shudder ran down Mitsuba's spine and he clutched the phone closer to his chest.
“C-Cant you guys take a hint? Get l-lost!” Mitsuba snapped at the birds. One of them cawed, in what Mitsuba assumed was a mocking retort. “Shoo!” he waved a hand at them. “I-I'm serious, I'm not someone you wanna mess around with!”
Wind whispered through the leaves above, crows adjusting their hold on the branches. The air had a weight that Mitsuba hadn’t known before. It wasn’t quite the same, but it reminded him of when Tsukasa was nearby. Then, one by one, the lights flickered. A shatter, before one of the lamps went out.
“W-Whats going on...?” he spun to look behind him, towards the shadowy corner he'd just stood on. “W-Whose there!”
Skittering along the fence, was a shadow. Mitsuba almost didn’t believe he'd seen anything. Thin, tapered limbs waved in the breeze, glimmering in the the flickering lamp light. Mitsuba stepped back, heart beating hard in his chest.
“S-Show yourself!” he called, feeling the tingle of magic dance across the fabric of his scarf. “D-Don't make me ask again!” he warned.
The shadow crept forward, revealing itself to be a centipede. Long, with crags drove through its body that didn’t match up to its plated shell. Disgust worked its way up Mitsuba's spine, sharp and unfiltered.
It spoke, rasping and wet. “Smells like a Minamoto...”
A chorus of echoing hisses agreed. “...Like the younger one...”
“Its not one of them though...”
“Not...human...?”
Mitsuba tore his gaze from the creature before him, casting frantic glances around the street. Where crows didn’t cover, undulating shadows slunk along the available surfaces. Mitsuba could sense that while there weren’t many, they were enough to easily give him trouble.
Whispers echoed, a flurry of discussion. Mitsuba didn’t need to listen to know that whatever they were discussing, it wouldn’t bode well for him. Clutching the phone closer to his chest, he swallowed hard and scanned his surroundings.
“Might be....”
“...A spy...?”
If he could just get to Kou, then he would be fine. Swallowing hard, he glanced over his shoulder. Despite the crowd, they hadn’t cut off his escape. Taking a step back, he heard a hush fall over the lane.
Mitsuba turned and ran.
At once, he heard the skittering of hundreds of legs behind him. Beside him, the fence shook with the force of the creature's weight as it gave chase. He darted for the center of the street, a leg missing him by inches.
As he came to the intersection, Mitsuba felt his heart thunder in his chest. He didn’t have time to scan for Kou's location in the vending machines or windows. A pull at his heart told him to go left and he swung himself around the bend frantically.
Quaint, just as aged as the lane he'd left, but with only one turn he could make. Mitsuba pushed himself forwards, sucking in sharp gasps of air that hit the back of his throat painfully. A light went out above him, the fence rattling the only warning he got before a searing pain shot up the back of his leg.
Mitsuba stumbled, crying out. His side connected with a garbage can, leg giving out. Fumbling to keep moving, he felt the full weight of a hard carapace force him down. A breathless cry escaped him, covering his head with an arm. There was a white hot shock of pain.
The tingle of magic shot through his scarf, terminating in a clawed fringe that swung out. It caught the creature, sending it flying. Using the other end of his scarf, Mitsuba stumbled to his feet and moved as quickly as his injured leg would allow him to.
Kou. He just had to get to Kou. If he shouted, if he screamed, would Kou hear him?
A cacophony of caws echoed above, taunting and maddening. The lane's end was upon him, opening up into a wider street than the ones he'd been in before. A tug at his heart told him to take another left.
Mitsuba's sneaker caught in the slot of a sewer grate. One of the skeletal hands of his scarf kept him upright, but it was a pause too late. Pain lanced through his side, claws digging into his skin. The force of the blow sent him flying, rag dolling into a lamp post into the street he'd been turning into.
The air left him in a burst, his head spinning. Through the haze, the blurred forms of creatures began to fill the street. All forms of insect, missing pieces. His scarf flared to life about him, magic hissing in the air. The centipede that had beset him paused, eying the tangle of bones and cloth.
Its antennae flicked. “Its a Mystery....” it rasped.
Murmurs. So many voices, filling his already full head. “G-Go a-away...!” he breathed, feeling something hot and sticky drip along his side. “L-Leave me a-alone!” he cried.
A hush, before the skittering of legs on pavement. Mitsuba squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the hands burst from the ground to topple the creature. Not near enough. Only about three had heeded his call. Above him, his scarf snapped at a crow that came too near.
The hands were torn down quickly, the waxen limbs fading. Mitsuba scampered further back, meeting resistance. A wall. Restless murmurs, as the centipede righted itself with some effort. A crow alighted on the bent post of the lamp, its claws clicking as it shifted.
He was going to die here.
All alone in this dingy road, away from anyone and everyone he cared about.
Mitsuba squeezed the phone in his hand, the plastic slippery where blood had dripped onto it. Fat tears welled in the corners of his eyes, blurring the already spinning street. As the creatures began to move in, he squeezed his eyes shut.
If he cried out, would anyone hear?
Opening his mouth, he screamed out. “K-Kou! H-HELP ME!!!!”
All at once, the world came to a stop. A deafening crack rumbled through the air, louder than anything he'd ever heard before. Something stung at the exposed skin of his cheeks and hand, little stinging pricks that dug into him.
As the world quieted, Mitsuba felt the presence of the supernaturals simmer away around him. In their place, was a familiar one. Cracking open an eye, a blurry shock of blond hair stood out amongst the darkness.
The air left him. “K-Kou...?” he breathed.
Clinking metal, a sword he realized. “Not quite.”
Oh.
His heart plummeted. A spark of terror surged through Mitsuba as he stared up at the last person he'd hoped to see tonight. Teru sheathed his blade, expression cold. “Relax.” the older teen said. “I'm not here to hurt you.”
It was hard to believe. Mitsuba chose not to voice that thought. Teru looked him over, brow furrowing. “Are you alright?” he asked cautiously. It sounded so strange out of him.
Mitsuba glanced down at himself, still caked in wriggling inky black. “I-I...I think so...?”
Could he even die? It seemed absurd, but he'd been told before by Kou's odd spider teacher that he wasn’t undead. He'd called him something, but he failed to recall what. Teru sighed heavily, offering him a hand.
“You're awfully far from home.” the blond commented dryly.
Staring at the outstretched hand, Mitsuba felt a thrill go up his spine. He took it, allowing himself to be tugged to his feet. Teru's gaze lingered on the hand that still clutched Kou's phone to his chest.
Surprise alighted on the blond's face, wide blue eyes something Mitsuba had never seen on the older Minamoto. “Did you come all the way out here, just to deliver his phone?”
Biting his lip, the spirit nodded. “Y-Yeah...”
For a long moment, neither spoke. A dull throb shot up Mitsuba's leg and he allowed an arm of his scarf to support his weight. Biting his lip, Teru pocketed the phone. “I'll take you back to the school.” he said at last.
An urge to ask for Kou wriggled up in the spirit, but he pushed it aside. He didn’t want the boy to see him like this. “A-Alright...” he murmured.
Teru watched him attempt to walk, before looping Mitsuba's arm over his shoulder. The redhead made an undignified noise, blinking up at the older teen owlishly. Teru kept his gaze ahead, slowly starting to walk.
“You're a mess.” the blond commented. “If I let you alone, it'll take hours to get back.”
Mitsuba's heart beat hard in his chest, the warmth of the teen hard to think passed. Swallowing hard, he looked down at the road. “O-Oh.”
They walked slowly along the lanes. Now that he wasn’t running for his life, Mitsuba took the time to appreciate the view. Tidy, well loved. Flowers climbed the fence at their leisure, although the spirit could see where some were ripped apart from the chasing insect's earlier rampage. A pity, they looked lovely.
Above, through the dark shapes of trees, the stars shone brightly. Little pinpricks that had been sprayed across a dark canvas, like Mei herself had painted them. Mitsuba found himself longing for that world, suddenly.
The arm looped around his waist was loose, hand settling over his hip. It felt steady, in a way Mitsuba had never quite known. In the silence of the night, with the weight of his failures, he leaned into that hold.
As if he knew what the spirit was thinking, Teru tightened his grip. “If you hadn’t lured out those stray supernaturals, I would have had a hard time tracking them down.” he said, voice soft. “I suppose I should thank you for that.”
Cheeks warming, Mitsuba felt a stab of guilt. “O-Oh...uh...i-its nothing.” he mumbled. “I should be thanking you...”
“Obviously.”
He could hear the smile in the older boy's tone. It helped to sooth his wounded pride. “You took them out pretty easily.” Mitsuba said quietly. “But they seemed really strong...”
“They're just low level supernaturals.” Teru explained as they began to climb the hill that lead to the school. “Outside of the school, a Mystery isn’t all that strong.”
That made sense. Still, the knowledge that he couldn’t even stand up to a basic supernatural stung. “Oh...”
Teru let the topic drop, focusing on hauling the weakened boy up the incline. As they walked, Mitsuba couldn’t help but notice the same bush full of dusty blue berries. A dull ache took him over, the weight of the evening suddenly greater than he could express. If Teru noticed, he didn’t comment.
From the darkness, the gates emerged. Relief blanketed the redhead, as Teru paused before them. Carefully, he set the spirit on his feet. A surge of pain shot up his side, but Mitsuba bit his lip and told himself to bear it.
“Will you be alright from here?” Teru asked, watching him cautiously.
Righting himself the best he could, Mitsuba aimed a faint smile up at him. “Yeah.” then, sinking into his scarf, “Thank you. For...everything.”
“Its nothing.” the older boy said, tone oddly soft. “Thank Kou.”
After all, if it hadn’t been for the sunny teen, then Teru probably would have left him to die. The thought stung, but the act itself warmed him from the inside out. A faint smile pulled at Mitsuba's lips.
“I will.”
With that, he turned and slipped passed the gates. Almost immediately, the pain began to drift away. Blinking, Mitsuba glanced down at his side, seeing that the fabric of his coat had begun to knit itself back together. Strange. But definitely appreciated.
Teru's gaze stayed on him, burning a hole in his back the entire length of the school yard. He almost missed the heat of it, upon phasing through the door.
All at once, the energy seemed to leave him. Knees shaking, he leaned against a window, pressing the palm of his hand to it. He just wanted to curl up in his boundary and go to sleep.
Slipping into the glass, Mitsuba allowed himself to be deposited from the large oval mirror above his bed. He landed with a whine, biting his lip and curling onto his right side. For a long moment, the pain was overwhelming and stole his breath.
Inhale, hold, exhale.
Little by little, he began to relax. Sinking into the thick bedding, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a slow exhale. A flicker of magic lifted the limbs of his scarf, tugging his boots off and pulling the blanket over him. It wasn’t much, but the little comfort was enough.
Once he'd been tucked in properly, he used his scarf to reach across the room and fetch his pocket mirror. The cool plastic felt good against his burning cheek. Opening it, he swiped a finger over the glass.
Kou's smiling, excited face appeared from the mists of time. Caught in the frozen rays of sunshine, warm blue eyes. Last week, during lunch, if Mitsuba could be assed to give a date. Soothing, in the face of an overall miserable day. A mokke climbed over the bed, clumsy and flopping beside him. Mitsuba smiled in spite of himself, listening to the little critter crunch away on a candy.
Tomorrow would be better.
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