Crimson Gaze
Sayonara...Mayura
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Kinoshita Sakura Sensei…
Sayonara…Mayura
Daidouji Misao sat facing the alter. People came and
went, but he paid no attention to them; too devastated to care. Many of her
friends came, they had cried. Even the wealthy guy,
his eyes with a handkerchief.
That
night, the police had taken her body back for further investigation. Luckily,
they did not see the need to further mutilate her body by dissecting. She was
returned to him two days later. However, the police had not been able to find
the killer.
Now,
she lay in the coffin behind the alter, all cleaned up and dressed in her
favorite kimono. She’s ready for her final journey. Her journey to the other
world. The amount of people who turned up to send her off showed that she was
well loved.
“Mayura-papa.”
Someone had stopped in front of him. He slowly lifted his head to see who. It
was the young man with him at the alley that fateful night. The one who bear a
resemblance to that little detective. Speaking of that brat, he hadn’t seen him
since that night.
“Who
are you? I don’t remember seeing you. Are you Mayura’s friend?”
“Yes,
I’m her friend. My name is Loki. Known her for a long time.”
“I
see…”
“Loki-sama,
the others are here.” A green hair man interrupted. Misao frown. He remembered
seeing him with that brat most of the time. His butler if he remembered
correctly.
‘Others?
What others?’ Misao wondered. He felt that young man squeeze his shoulder
gently before turning away. He stared after him as he approach a group of
people. They were a weird combination.
One
of them he recognized as Mayura’s classmate, Naru…something. He can’t recall.
The rest, he had no idea who they were. There is a kid with purple hair, was
looking at the alter with a …look of regret. A little girl with curly brown
hair with two bows tied at the side was hugging a man with brown hairs and
wearing weird costume. He petted her head to sooth her, even though there are
tears rolling down his cheek. And there the lady with short blond hair, beside
her is another lady with long black hair. Talking to them was a girl with long
blond hair tied into two ponytails. She seems to be weeping. A man with long white
hair and black robe stepped forward to speak to Loki.
He
frowned. He had no idea his Mayura had been hanging out with this kind of
people. He wasn’t such a good father after all.
*****
His
heart constricted painfully in his chest as he approached the coffin.
Everything had been so surreal until now.
He
stopped by her side. He had never been so afraid in his life. Not even when he
had to confront Odin in Asgard. Now…now he was afraid to stare at reality right
in the face. He took a deep breath and turned to face her.
He
choked. There she was lying in the coffin. She was wearing a light pink kimono
with sakura flowers sewn on it. Her skin was so pale, making her look like a
fragile porcelain doll. Her long pink hair was spread around her, making her
look like a sleeping beauty.
‘If
only I could make her open her eyes with one kiss…’ he thought bitterly. He
leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips.her first kiss with him. Not
what he had imagined to be like. He had imagined him sharing her first kiss
under the moonlight. Soft warm lips that response to him. Not cold lifeless
lips.
“Aishiteru,
Mayura.” He whispered into her lips. Yes, he loves her. He can’t imagine living
without her. He even went to Asgard to get an Idun’s apple so that he could
bring her back. Alas, it wasn’t the right season and Idun had looked at him
with such sadness when she told him there weren’t any.
He
had pleaded with Odin to use his power to revive her. Odin had tried but
failed. He still needed the Idun’s apple in order to bring back the dead.
As
much as it pains him, he had to let go….for now. He kissed her softly again.
“Sayonara….Mayura.”
*****
Koutarou had stayed back after all his classmate
had left. He stood at a corner and stared at the group ahead. They are the ones
hanging out with that arrogant little brat. The brat that Mayura seems so fond
of.
Why had she chosen to be with that brat instead
of him? He is rich and intelligent and everything a girl dreams of. She always
hangs on his every word, running to her when she is in trouble. He is only ten
for god’s sake. That brat had acted so arrogant and haughty
And where is the brat now? Nowhere to be found.
Guess she means nothing to him. His fist clenched. Anger and jealousy rush
through him. He is jealous of him. Jealous that Mayura had love him instead of
him. He had seen how upset she had been when he had gone missing only to turn
up later. He is also angry with him for not turning up.
He
closed his eyes as new wave of tears flood his eyes. He likes her more than a
friend. She was different from all the other girls. She’s cheerful, always
making his day with that bright smile of hers. She hadn’t get close to him
because of his money. She had truly wanted to be his friend. He had tried
several times to let her know how he felt but all she talks about is her
Loki-kun.
He
had been shocked when he heard what happened to her. He felt lost. He groaned
as emotion flooded him. He opened his eyes and noticed a man leaning over her
and placing a soft kiss on her lips. He looked familiar. His eyes widen when he
remembered seeing him that time when Mayura bought some cakes from his shop.
the intention of hurting the man. How dare he do such a thing to Mayura.
*****