手紙 (Tegami) Chapter Five: End [FINAL]
FUCK YEA, I'M BOSS. FINISHED. lD
Title: 手紙 (Tegami)
Author: Mika
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/OC
Rating: PG-13 (because of coarse language)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Nakajima Yuto never thought much about the fan letters he received. He was happy that there were so many fans that adored him, but sometimes.. It could be a pain to read through every single one. He was one day leafing through a new pile of letters, and he came across a plain white envelope that had his name on it. No decorations, no nothing. Intrigued, he picked it up and began to examine the contents. A simple one paged lined paper, included with a photograph of scenery. The letter was about a girl and her life. She treated the letter as some sort of Diary or Pen pal letter rather than a fan letter. He found himself interested in the letter. And she kept sending more, each with a new picture. She says she's a photographer. Each photo so real that he could almost feel the scenery around him. Yuto found himself striving to read the letters as she goes through hardships. Everything in her life goes wrong. He wants to comfort, he wants to help... but all he can do is read.
Dear Nakajima-san,
This will be my very last letter to you. In a way, that would be a relief for you, wouldn't it? One less person sending you letters. Maybe that would lessen your fan mail load, wouldn't it?
After today, I'm going to kill myself. I can't stand it anymore. I don't want to live in a world that would just shut me down like this. I'm alone. There's no one to live for anymore.
If you had been reading these letters, thanks. Even though I don't know if you did or not. I guess I'll never find out now, huh? I know you couldn't have done anything about it. I just needed to rant. So, thanks for being there I guess. Or not being there. It depends if this letter reaches your hands.
Some people may have told me that it's stupid to do something like this, but in my mind, I'm glad. I'll finally be able to free myself from feeling miserable every waking moment of my life.
So when I send in this letter today, by tonight I'll have killed myself. As the sun sets in the distance, so will my soul.
I will finally be free. At last.
Goodbye,
Yasuda Emi
保田絵美
Oh! YasuMi!
お！保美！
No. This can't be happening. I re-read the letter over and over, hoping to make sense of it. I threw down the paper onto the table. Then I noticed the corner of a photograph sticking out of the envelope. I quickly pulled out the photo and turned it over.
It was a landscape. She always loved taking pictures of them. A picture of the setting sun. Orange colours washed over the world like a soft blanket, tinges of yellow and brown dotted the sky like rain drops. It was truly beautiful. I turned the photo around to see her writing there.
The last thing I'll see is this beauty.
I couldn't let her die like this. I took a glance outside the window. It was still light out, but being Winter, the sun was bound to set anytime soon. I can't let her die. I stood and paced the room. But how could I find her? She never disclosed her address in her letters. There was bound to be someone in Tokyo by the name of Yasuda Emi.
I sank back down onto the couch and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I didn't even know where to start. Peering down at her last letter, I continued to stare at the landscape picture she had taken.
I could see Johnny's Jimusho from that picture. Which was exactly where I was currently. I snatched the picture up from the table and stared at the buildings. I recognized these buildings. Then a thought snapped into my mind. She always liked to take pictures of the city.
I stood and ran over to my bag. I relentlessly threw my belongings on the floor before finding what I was looking for. A simple envelope which included all the pictures she had sent. I tore open the envelope and looked at the photos. I knew these places. But all I needed was to pin point the exact place.
Scooping all the pictures in my hands, I burst out the dressing room ran down the hallway, bumping past the people in the hallways.
---
I opened up the map onto the dressing room table and spread out the photos beside it. I rolled up my sleeves as I studied the map. If I could see Tokyo tower from that angle, then that line of vision would go East West. I drew the line of vision on the map. I kept studying and figuring out the coordinates of each building I recognized. After tracing after every single building, I stepped back and took a look at the work. They all pinpointed to one building. It was an apartment building not so far from here. I quickly wrote the address on the back of my hand and peered out the window again.
The sun had already begun to drop in the horizon. I cursed under my breath. I didn't have much time left. I bolted out the door and broke into a full frontal sprint. She can't die. Not like this.
I remembered the buildings around the apartment, so I ran towards that direction. My breath became ragged and heavy as I ran. The sun seemed to be dipping lower and lower, the sky became more tinged in colour.
The cold bit into my skin, only being in a shirt and jeans, but I kept running nevertheless. The colours of the sun intermixed with the blue sky and flourished out like flowers blooming.
The building was in view now. I picked up speed as I saw it coming closer and closer. The sky was now a bright mixture of colour.
I breathlessly tore open the front door and made my way straight through the lobby into the stairwell. I had no time to wait for an elevator. The roof was the first thing I had in mind. She had always taken pictures up there. Her goal was to die under the sun.
The metal door swung open heavily and the cold air rushed to greet me once again. I stepped out and looked around me. The roof was vast and quiet. The sounds of the city distant from the height. The sun had completely set now, the sky a dark blue.
I turned the corner quickly, searching. Then I saw a body slumped against one of the concrete walls. I ran as fast as I could towards them.
It was her. She had short brown hair that reached her shoulders in length. Her body petite and delicate looking. Her eyes were closed.
“E... Emi,” I managed to choke out. I put my hands on her shoulders and shook gently, “wake up.”
There was something in one of her hands. I looked at the object that was clutched into her hand. A plastic bag, filled with white pills. ”I caught her in the kitchen once, putting away what looked like some white pills.” No way. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed the ambulance.
“Help her,” I cried, my voice cracked, “please.”
---
Drowsy. That's all she felt in her heavy body. The sun was setting around her peacefully. This was a great way to die... alone. She thought bitterly as her consciousness disappeared.
---
She felt someone's hand in hers. A soothing voice echoed inside her head.
She slept.
---
Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. A bright fluorescent light shone brightly into her eyes. After she adjusted to the light, could see her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, with multiple tubes hooked up into her body. A mask was strapped onto her mouth, pumping in air.
There was someone holding her hand. She looked over to see a boy. He was tall and lanky, with jet black hair that seemed to be tousled. His almond coloured eyes shone with astonishment as she looked at him. She recognized this boy.
“Why,” she spoke.
Yuto's eyebrows raised in question. The boy seemed to have no idea what he had just caused.
“Why did you save me?” she snarled, “Why did you have to come and interfere?”
If possible, his eyes opened even wider, “but I wanted to-”
“Can't you see!?” she cried, her voice shrill and hoarse, “I wanted to die.”
She began to struggle and try to tear the mask off her face, tear the syringes in her arm, and de-tangle herself from the tubes.
Yuto quickly took her by the arms and tried holding her down.
“Listen to me, Yasuda!” he yelled.
She stopped struggling to look him in the eye. In his eyes reflected back sorrow and hurt, but along with it... love.
“You're not alone,” he whispered, “you'll never be alone.”
Then everything went black.
---
“Please sign here and here,” the nurse quipped, handing me a piece of paper. I took it and signed where she asked.
I didn't even need anyone to take me to her room anymore. I knew exactly what route to take. I've been visiting her every day since I first brought her here.
She hated me for saving her, but I knew that in her heart, she thanked me. I didn't need to hear it from her lips to know it was true.
Her story was at it's end, but luckily I was there to let it continue. I did react like a pregnant woman with hormones, but no worries about that. I got my mojo back.
I stepped into the hospital room, a smile graced upon my face. Emi looked up and grinned as I came in.
“Hey,” the bouquet of flowers I held was put in the vase near the window, “how are you feeling?”
She looked at me, with an expression on her face. It almost looked sad, but happy.
“I've never felt better.”
Title: 手紙 (Tegami)
Author: Mika
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/OC
Rating: PG-13 (because of coarse language)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Nakajima Yuto never thought much about the fan letters he received. He was happy that there were so many fans that adored him, but sometimes.. It could be a pain to read through every single one. He was one day leafing through a new pile of letters, and he came across a plain white envelope that had his name on it. No decorations, no nothing. Intrigued, he picked it up and began to examine the contents. A simple one paged lined paper, included with a photograph of scenery. The letter was about a girl and her life. She treated the letter as some sort of Diary or Pen pal letter rather than a fan letter. He found himself interested in the letter. And she kept sending more, each with a new picture. She says she's a photographer. Each photo so real that he could almost feel the scenery around him. Yuto found himself striving to read the letters as she goes through hardships. Everything in her life goes wrong. He wants to comfort, he wants to help... but all he can do is read.
Dear Nakajima-san,
This will be my very last letter to you. In a way, that would be a relief for you, wouldn't it? One less person sending you letters. Maybe that would lessen your fan mail load, wouldn't it?
After today, I'm going to kill myself. I can't stand it anymore. I don't want to live in a world that would just shut me down like this. I'm alone. There's no one to live for anymore.
If you had been reading these letters, thanks. Even though I don't know if you did or not. I guess I'll never find out now, huh? I know you couldn't have done anything about it. I just needed to rant. So, thanks for being there I guess. Or not being there. It depends if this letter reaches your hands.
Some people may have told me that it's stupid to do something like this, but in my mind, I'm glad. I'll finally be able to free myself from feeling miserable every waking moment of my life.
So when I send in this letter today, by tonight I'll have killed myself. As the sun sets in the distance, so will my soul.
I will finally be free. At last.
Goodbye,
Yasuda Emi
保田絵美
Oh! YasuMi!
お！保美！
No. This can't be happening. I re-read the letter over and over, hoping to make sense of it. I threw down the paper onto the table. Then I noticed the corner of a photograph sticking out of the envelope. I quickly pulled out the photo and turned it over.
It was a landscape. She always loved taking pictures of them. A picture of the setting sun. Orange colours washed over the world like a soft blanket, tinges of yellow and brown dotted the sky like rain drops. It was truly beautiful. I turned the photo around to see her writing there.
The last thing I'll see is this beauty.
I couldn't let her die like this. I took a glance outside the window. It was still light out, but being Winter, the sun was bound to set anytime soon. I can't let her die. I stood and paced the room. But how could I find her? She never disclosed her address in her letters. There was bound to be someone in Tokyo by the name of Yasuda Emi.
I sank back down onto the couch and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I didn't even know where to start. Peering down at her last letter, I continued to stare at the landscape picture she had taken.
I could see Johnny's Jimusho from that picture. Which was exactly where I was currently. I snatched the picture up from the table and stared at the buildings. I recognized these buildings. Then a thought snapped into my mind. She always liked to take pictures of the city.
I stood and ran over to my bag. I relentlessly threw my belongings on the floor before finding what I was looking for. A simple envelope which included all the pictures she had sent. I tore open the envelope and looked at the photos. I knew these places. But all I needed was to pin point the exact place.
Scooping all the pictures in my hands, I burst out the dressing room ran down the hallway, bumping past the people in the hallways.
---
I opened up the map onto the dressing room table and spread out the photos beside it. I rolled up my sleeves as I studied the map. If I could see Tokyo tower from that angle, then that line of vision would go East West. I drew the line of vision on the map. I kept studying and figuring out the coordinates of each building I recognized. After tracing after every single building, I stepped back and took a look at the work. They all pinpointed to one building. It was an apartment building not so far from here. I quickly wrote the address on the back of my hand and peered out the window again.
The sun had already begun to drop in the horizon. I cursed under my breath. I didn't have much time left. I bolted out the door and broke into a full frontal sprint. She can't die. Not like this.
I remembered the buildings around the apartment, so I ran towards that direction. My breath became ragged and heavy as I ran. The sun seemed to be dipping lower and lower, the sky became more tinged in colour.
The cold bit into my skin, only being in a shirt and jeans, but I kept running nevertheless. The colours of the sun intermixed with the blue sky and flourished out like flowers blooming.
The building was in view now. I picked up speed as I saw it coming closer and closer. The sky was now a bright mixture of colour.
I breathlessly tore open the front door and made my way straight through the lobby into the stairwell. I had no time to wait for an elevator. The roof was the first thing I had in mind. She had always taken pictures up there. Her goal was to die under the sun.
The metal door swung open heavily and the cold air rushed to greet me once again. I stepped out and looked around me. The roof was vast and quiet. The sounds of the city distant from the height. The sun had completely set now, the sky a dark blue.
I turned the corner quickly, searching. Then I saw a body slumped against one of the concrete walls. I ran as fast as I could towards them.
It was her. She had short brown hair that reached her shoulders in length. Her body petite and delicate looking. Her eyes were closed.
“E... Emi,” I managed to choke out. I put my hands on her shoulders and shook gently, “wake up.”
There was something in one of her hands. I looked at the object that was clutched into her hand. A plastic bag, filled with white pills. ”I caught her in the kitchen once, putting away what looked like some white pills.” No way. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed the ambulance.
“Help her,” I cried, my voice cracked, “please.”
---
Drowsy. That's all she felt in her heavy body. The sun was setting around her peacefully. This was a great way to die... alone. She thought bitterly as her consciousness disappeared.
---
She felt someone's hand in hers. A soothing voice echoed inside her head.
She slept.
---
Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. A bright fluorescent light shone brightly into her eyes. After she adjusted to the light, could see her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, with multiple tubes hooked up into her body. A mask was strapped onto her mouth, pumping in air.
There was someone holding her hand. She looked over to see a boy. He was tall and lanky, with jet black hair that seemed to be tousled. His almond coloured eyes shone with astonishment as she looked at him. She recognized this boy.
“Why,” she spoke.
Yuto's eyebrows raised in question. The boy seemed to have no idea what he had just caused.
“Why did you save me?” she snarled, “Why did you have to come and interfere?”
If possible, his eyes opened even wider, “but I wanted to-”
“Can't you see!?” she cried, her voice shrill and hoarse, “I wanted to die.”
She began to struggle and try to tear the mask off her face, tear the syringes in her arm, and de-tangle herself from the tubes.
Yuto quickly took her by the arms and tried holding her down.
“Listen to me, Yasuda!” he yelled.
She stopped struggling to look him in the eye. In his eyes reflected back sorrow and hurt, but along with it... love.
“You're not alone,” he whispered, “you'll never be alone.”
Then everything went black.
---
“Please sign here and here,” the nurse quipped, handing me a piece of paper. I took it and signed where she asked.
I didn't even need anyone to take me to her room anymore. I knew exactly what route to take. I've been visiting her every day since I first brought her here.
She hated me for saving her, but I knew that in her heart, she thanked me. I didn't need to hear it from her lips to know it was true.
Her story was at it's end, but luckily I was there to let it continue. I did react like a pregnant woman with hormones, but no worries about that. I got my mojo back.
I stepped into the hospital room, a smile graced upon my face. Emi looked up and grinned as I came in.
“Hey,” the bouquet of flowers I held was put in the vase near the window, “how are you feeling?”
She looked at me, with an expression on her face. It almost looked sad, but happy.
“I've never felt better.”