Till Death... (SOTM entry) (DONE)

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Till Death



Theme for Part One(Chap One)



"Don't do it... Don't do it..." The three words played through her head. Yeah. Don't do it. And she hadn't listened. Hitomi had begged her not to do it. Begged her to listen. And she hadn't. Miyako pushed herself up from the ground, in one smooth movement, hating the night sky.

Horrible things happened in the dark. Too many of them, happened to her "Friends". They weren't exactly friends. More of people she knew. She dusted the dirt from her black jeans, then sprinted down the block. Her body was small, and she didn't weigh much, so her hasty run was silent. Her body ached, from too many nights sleeping against a building, or on the ground.

As she thought, she neared an apartment complex building. Ignoring it, she slowed to a walk. Walking past it, she spotted the dark alley. Then, she entered it, her body ready to run if she had to. And then she saw them. The people she was looking for. On time, as always. All together. And all in defensive positions.

Aiko, was the oldest, at age twenty-four. She was a bastard, a love child as people called her. She was one of the few that had a job, and could afford a place to stay. Next was Elpidio at twenty two. Everyone knew he was Taiwan, yet his name was Italian. Sort of funny. After him, came Melanie. She was stunning at age twenty, but a bit too thin. She got jobs here and their, but there were always problems that got her fired, or she quit.

Takeo was the flirt out of the group. He got into trouble, and was only nineteen. It was hard not to like him. But.. He wasn't the most reliable for stuff. Miyako looked at the four of them, and grinned. "Miyako... " A voice came from behind her. She smiled, and heard the sound of heels on the hard ground. "Zhen Xia." She said, as if it was saying, good to see you.

She watched from the corner of her eye as Zhen greeted Elpidio with a kiss. Wow. Disgusting. She almost puked, at it. The two...Weren't a good match. Elpidio was better with Aiko. She made a face at the two, as they settled into an embrace. Ok. Seriously. She was trying not to puke.

As if reading her mind, Mel laughed. The sound was good, and seemed to separate Zhen and Elpidio. Thank god. She would not have survived the two kissing like that any longer. Who could? It was disgusting, and sickening and- Her thoughts came to a stand still, when Takeo walked over to her, and literally, picked her up, twirling her around.

"Hey shawty," came the good natured laugh from Takeo. It got a quite chuckle from Aiko, which became louder when she punched Takeo lightly on the arm. Well, it took Elpidio and Zhen from her mind. She was not a shawty. Well.. Ok.. She was a bit short. But she wasn't one. Her eyes narrowed, and she received a kiss on the cheek, from Takeo.

"Ok. Break it up already" came Mel's soft voice. It had a hint of an English accent, but then, Mel did that on purpose. It was obvious she was speaking to her and Takeo though.

"You tell us to break it up, but not them," Miyako snapped at her, jerking one leather clad hand at Zhen and Elpidio. Truthfully, she didn't mind. Everyone knew that there was nothing between her and Takeo. And it was going to stay that way. As far as she was considered that was.

"Yeah, pretty much. We aren't here to see everyone make out. Do it on your own time, hon. Aiko?" It was surprising on how Mel could talk to one person, then the other without pausing to think it through. But then, her schedule worked like clock work. The same every day. Miyako turned to look at Aiko, wondering what this little meeting was going to be about.

They met 4 times a week, same time every night. Different place though. Aiko refused to be caught, at the same place every time. It was completely obvious who ran them. Aiko. It was hard to find people to trust her. But then, that was her fault.

She shook the unwanted thought out of her mind, and observed the way Aiko frowned, but nodded once. Seemed like she didn't want to tell them something. But it was sort of her job to.

"Zhen, Elpidio, stop staring at each other with lust and pay attention," Aiko said in her official emotionless tone. it was annoying as hell. But it got people's attention. It was sort of like a piercing whistle, in a dead silent room.

Well, at least it worked though. Zhen Xia gave a quick sigh, but pulled away from Elpidio to glare at Aiko. Aiko seemed to notice that everyone was waiting for her to speak. Even she wanted to know what Aiko had to say. Her eyes narrowed as Aiko reached behind her. Her body stiffened softly, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Takeo reach for a gun. She took a step back, just incase. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her. Ok, hell, who was she kidding? She trusted Aiko, but not that much.

Miyako heard Akio’s audible sigh, as she pulled out two pieces of papers. Two stiff pieces of paper. It was then, she saw everyone relax. There was nothing dangerous in paper. Nothing at all. Curious, she took a step toward Aiko, trying to see what the papers were. It took a while to figure out that they were plane tickets. but why two? It didn't make sense.

"France," Aiko told them, her voice going a bit low. Miyako felt her body stiffen. France. Of all places. She noticed Mel nod once at Aiko, and had a bad feeling about this. "A job?" She asked not that surprised that Mel would know first. She always did. It was a bit annoying. Miyako almost hit herself when Aiko grinned and nodded. That grin. Oh bleh. Nice. Her eyes narrowed, and she knew what it meant. "Hope you guys have passports," Aiko said, addressing her and Mel.

And that as when she almost hit herself. Of all place. France. She noticed Melanie nod, and smile at Aiko. Yet she didn't. The last place she wanted to be was France. The last thing she wanted to do was go back to France, and see her sister. The family she left. A slight shudder went through her body, but she shook it off.

It didn't matter anymore. That had been a few years ago. Maybe she had been forgotten. Well the thought seemed like a pleasant one, in seconds it seemed to mock her. To say, "Yeah. That was how much you meant to them." Miyako sighed, and nodded to Aiko, not smiling. But she didn't smile. Her face was expressionless. She held out her left hand for the ticket.


The first thing she did, when the tickets were in her hand, was to check to see when they were dated. She sighed, seeing that her and Mel would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. She gave everyone one quick nod, before turning on her heel and walking away. Hell, if she was leaving tomorrow, she needed to see someone. No matter how late at night it was. In less then thirty minutes, she was standing outside of a house. She was tempted to just pick the lock, but she didn't want to hear a damn alarm. Instead, Miyako knocked lightly on the door. She waited a few minutes, and when no one answered, she knocked again, this time louder. Within minutes, the door opened.

Standing in a terry cloth bathrobe, stood a blond haired female. Who was gaping at her. "Heya," She said with ease, and slipped past her friend. She quickly went to the stair way, and then she heard the good old. "What, how? Why? You staying?" As her friend got over the shock, and was now behind her.

Miyako laughed softly, and glanced at Courtney. "I'm gonna spend the rest of the night here. Grab a bag, some clothes, money, what I need, then leaving. Same as always, Court." She almost felt bad when she heard her friend sigh softly, as she went up the stairs. Courtney was always willing to provide stuff for her, yet she never stayed for more than three days. That was her max. She enjoyed moving around. Having no one to make promises to.

Promises were never kept. No one kept them to her. It reminded her of Mamoru, before she could stop his name from entering her name. Yeah. He protected everyone but- She forced the thought from her mind, and stopped right before "her" room. The one place Court never touched. Out of respect probably. Hell, she didn't know.

She entered the room, and kicked off her shoes, the thought of taking a long shower, then packing hitting her. Yes. A long hot shower. To soothe her. To get rid of all this stress...

***

[yelena]

Theme for Part 2(chap 2?)


It was early morning, in France. The city was already alive, and the smell of fresh bread from a bakery wafted through the street. Miyako stared out the window of the flat, and sighed. Two weeks ago, she had left her home in the United Kingdoms. And now she was in France. Working as a model, for something. How Aiko had managed for her and Mel to get these jobs, was still a mystery. One that she didn't feel like solving.

So far, things were going good. No calls from family. No visits. No running into them. But she still felt as if she was being watched. The feeling wasn't a pleasant one. It sent shivers down her spine, whenever it came. Yet, she could see no one. Miyako sighed, and walked over to her laptop. It was pretty cheap, so of course, it was new. Hell. Before, she wouldn't have been able to have one of these for more then a few days, before it would get stolen.

Miyako jabbed the power button on, and closed her eyes as the sound of it coming to life hit her. In a few minutes, she scanned her middle finger, and thumb. There was the annoying welcome sound, and she yawned to herself. The second it was fully loaded, she opened up her emails. And froze.

When she was growing up, her and her friends had put their names and then their favorite number down as their emails. It was just something easy to do. And easy to remember. Before she could stop herself, she clicked on the message from [e-mail].

From: "Mamoru Katsu" <[e-mail]>
To: [e-mail]
Sent: Friday, July 13, 2009 4:34am
Subject: Hey.


ょっと愛している。夜はどのよ 358;に子供をやっているか ？ j'espère que vous vous souvenez que cela signifie. J'espère aussi que ce courrier électronique vous arrive. Je ne vous blâmerais pas si vous l'avez changé bien que. Quand vous avez quitté la France, vous n'avez pas même dit au revoir. Que je trouve encore plus bizarre bien que, soient que vous nous avez cassé votre promesse. Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé à cette jeune beauté de dix-sept ans, prête à se marier ? La supposition que nous n'avons pas voulue dire autant que l'idée du Royaume-Uni vous a fait. Le moindre vous que could've fait était dites au revoir. Vraiment, Miya.

Savez-vous comment il s'est senti ? L'être s'est réveillé dans le milieu de la nuit par un coup de téléphone de Hitomi et l'audition d'elle dire votre nom, en sanglotant ? Les pensées que vous étiez malades. Lundi Dieu Miyako. Aucun homme ne veut à ici que son fiancé l'a quitté. Aucun homme.

Je ne l'ai pas tapé pour vous crier bien que. Faites-vous vous sentir mal ou la merde. J'ai juste voulu m'assurer que vous êtes pas maux. Et j'ai aussi entendu dire que vous revenez ici. Avec un peu de chance, vous êtes bien. Peut-être il peut avoir du café à un café ?

Jusqu'à la Fois Suivante,
Mamoru Katsu


Before she could stop herself, she grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, and wrote down the translation.



ちょっと愛している。夜はどのӚ 4;うに子供をやっているか？ I hope you remember what that means. I also hope this email gets to you. I wouldn't blame you if you changed it though. When you left France, you didn't even say goodbye. What I find even funnier though, was that you broke your promise to us. What happened to that young seventeen year old beauty, ready to get married? Guess we didn't mean as much as the idea of United Kingdom did to you. The least you could've done was say goodbye. Really, Miya.

Do you know how it felt? Being woke up in the middle of the night by a phone call from Hitomi, and hearing her say your name, sobbing? The thoughts that you were ill. Mon Dieu Miyako. No man wants to here that his fiance has left him. No man.

I didn't type this to yell at you though. Make you feel bad or bleh. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. And I also heard you're back here. Hopefully, you're alright. Maybe we can have coffee at a cafe?

Till Next Time,
Mamoru Katsu.


Miyako put the pen down, and stared at her neat writing. Why? How could he treat her like that, when he was the one ho had done all those things to her? Spun a web of lies, and she had fallen for them. He had seemed so devoted.

She stood up, and then began to pace the room. She regretted the choice her eldest brother had made, moving to France along with numerous families from where she had been born. She had grown up under the protection of her eleven older siblings. Life had seemed pretty damn good. That was, till she turned eight. Miyako shuddered at the memory. Aoi had gotten himself involved with people who called themselves artists.

But they weren't artists. No. More like drug dealers. street walkers. Hideo has tried to protect her and the others but they were all affected. They became distant from each other. Zhen Xia and Mamoru had become her family. Her and Mamoru had had one of those on and off relationships.

She grimaced, remembering what a flirt Mamoru had been. He probably still was. And when she turned sixteen.... The memory hit her, the sound of Mamoru and Hideo arguing. Hideo saying he would let his baby sister be engaged to a man who didn't give a damn about responsibility. The way Mamoru had argued and then spotted her. The way he had left the room to hold her. His promise. The one he had spoken.

She blinked twice, and rubbed at the tears on her face. Mamoru had promised her so many things. But one thing had mattered the most. His voice seemed to echo in her head. "Miyako you know there is no one else i care about more then you. No one else, without you. I'd rather die, then see you hurt. I swear to the Gods that I shall never hurt you, till death comes upon me." The words had seemed so romantic. But then, promises were meant to be broken, weren't they.
Before she could think it through, she walked over to her laptop and pressed the reply button. She typed in her favorite cafe, then a time for tonight. A voice inside her mind told her not to do it... But she bit her lip and pressed the send button. Then, she shut down the computer, and grabbed her purse. If she was going to meet him tonight then hell... She was going shopping.

***




Miyako shoved her hands into the pockets, on her butt. She wore simple black dress pants that almost seemed to mode to her body. Then she wore a teal lacy tank top, and an off white blouse, that only had one button done in the front. She didn’t know why but she felt… Sort of shy. Which was quite surprising. She was never shy. Never. It wasn’t who she was. She just hoped that Mamoru would show up. What if he didn’t? She’d look like a fool.

But hell, she needed to do this! Miya forced herself to continue walking to the café. It was one she had been to a lot as a child. It was probably owned by the same people it had before. Hopefully it was. So if Mamoru didn’t come, she’d have an excuse to be there. Maybe. She sighed, and rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. Damn. She forced a small smile as she approached the café. Mmm… Maybe a nice mocha with extra whipped cream would improve her mood. She glanced at the watch and her wrist and her eyes widened. She was late. Opps. Well… She could always be fashionably late. She laughed softly at the thought as she opened the door and entered the café.

Her laugh was cut short as she spotted Mamoru. She recognized him immediately. How could she forget his black wavy hair that was never kept neat, or his piercing aqua eyes? Maybe it was his muscular build which he had always had? Hell she didn’t know right now. All she knew was that she couldn’t breath. It took her a while to force air through her lungs. No matter what Miya thought, she could still see the guy she had fallen in love with. And was still in love with.

She hated to admit it to herself. Hated it. She closed her eyes, forced her smile to become brighter, ignoring the heart break that hit her. Slowly… very slowly... millimeter by millimeter she approached Mamoru. When she reached him, which sadly didn’t take as long as she hoped it would she reached out a tentative hand to him. Ever the gentlemen, she almost laughed as Mamoru bowed over it and pressed a kiss against her hand. Tingles went through her whole arm, and she actually turned red.

“Mamoru…” She whispered softly. Ok, so she didn’t want to whisper. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and tell him how much she loved him. Miyako almost grinned as he flashed her, his killer smile and blew her a kiss.

“Miyako… maybe we should take a walk? That is if you’re shoes can take it,” he said, glancing at her black high heels.

Miyako glanced at them, and giggled softly. Something she never did. Today was one of those nights. She nodded, knowing that she was going to be unable to speak. The mocha could die. She could spend time with Mamoru. The mocha she could have any day. This however, she couldn’t.

Within a few minutes, both were walking down the side of the street. Neither of them spoke much. Then Mamoru stopped suddenly. “Miyako… we need to talk.” His voice was so cold and emotionless it scared her. She felt a small shiver run through her body and she looked up at Mamoru.

His eyes had gone flat. His face was hard. She couldn’t say anything. All she did was nod, scared. Why shouldn’t she be? He wasn’t at all like the Mamoru she knew. He seemed so distant. So unattached.

“Why did you do it, Miya? Why did you give us up? Me up? How could you just leave without any good byes? How Miya? Why, sweetheart?” Miyako stared at Mamoru’s face. His face seemed so distant. But then she saw his eyes. They were full of pain. Slowly, she felt all her anger at him leave her. It just… faded away.

Tears began to form in her eyes. “How could I?” She whispered softly. Her voice was full of hurt. “How could you, Mamoru? How could you do that to me? How could you lie to me?! Cheat on me?!” Her voice rose with pain. There was no anger. And she watched as Mamoru’s face changed. And he laughed. He actually laughed.

Before she could stop herself, tears began to run down her cheeks. She pulled away from him, and bit her lip, the tears unstoppable. She turned around, ready to flee. Hating herself for coming here. And Mamoru grabbed her wrist.

“baby… I didn’t cheat on you. I never have. I’d kill myself.” She watched as he smiled softly at her. “Miyako… You really haven’t met my step sister... Have you?”


She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then cosed it seeing the truth in her eyes. Mamoru took that time to kiss her deeply. A kiss that left her his till death... And the night trailed off, with the moon shinning.

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4 Years Later.


Miyako laughed softly as her three year old daughter splashed water all over her. Four years ago, on this very night her life had changed. For the good. She sighed softly as she felt Mamoru’s arms wrap around her waist. Her sister, Hitomi looked at the two and grinned. “Miya… You already have one angel… You sure you two can handle another?” She asked softly, nodding to her younger sisters rounded stomach.

Miyako moved one of her hands down to her stomach, and nodded once. "As Long as I am not cursed like Mum was, I'll be fine." She tilted her head back to look at Mamoru and grinned.

In the past four years, things had changed a lot. She had met Mamoru's step sister and almost died when she found out she was married. So things were going pretty good. Her eyes softened and she very gently kissed her husbands cheek. "I love you. Till the day I die.."

END