Magic of The Night - One Shoot
Title : Magic of The Night
Author : just me
Pairings : Sakuraiba
Rating : I think is safe for everyone to read.
Genre : drama, tragedy, mystery
Summary : Sho has always asked Masaki just one think. To believe in the magic... Masaki never understood why. When he finds out though, he never would have expected it.
Disclaimer : I do not own Arashi at all. But how cool would it be if I would? XD
Magic of The Night
Loneliness. Fear. Darkness. Loss. This are words that weight a lot… Much more than someone who has not yet experienced them can image. However… There is one word that can ease the pain of these words… It is called Magic. Do you believe in it?
I was missing him. He, who had always been there for me. He, who I had met in between the cold and foreign desks of my first day of college. He, who had made everything look so right and so wrong at the same time. I just had to close my eyes and I would have seen him there, next to me, with his brown hair, always messy and soft, his black and so deep eyes, his unique and unbeatable charm, his big smile on his sweet and tender lips… Every move he made, every gesture, every word that came out of that mouth, I had memorized them all. He was fascinating me more strongly than any person I had met or heard about in my life, and I was feeling so happy to be able to be his. His person was dominating my world…
“No. I don’t love him anymore!”
My older sister stared at me amazed for one second, when I suddenly started screaming that during my visit at her house from a Saturday night. She asked me if I am okay and I told her I was. I locked myself in the bathroom after that, decided to calm myself down before her husband would come home and meet a very hysterical brother-in-law. I cried a lot before being ready to get out of there.
“How’s your jap doing? Has he returned to ‘The Land of the Rice’ or is he still hunting the streets around here?”
My dear brother-in-law. Determinate racist and discriminator at his young age of only 28. I don’t believe I would still want to know him after he turns 40. A person like him while meeting the middle age wouldn’t be such a nice think to see.
“No, he hasn’t yet returned to Japan!” I said, putting the accent on the name of the country. “I called his friends and they said he surely didn’t return to thw country. One of them works at the embassy and he would have known if he was back.”
“So you are still looking for him.”
“Yes, I am still looking for him. And I have hopes of finding him.”
My brother-in-law laughed of me. I was seriously debating which of us to murder, him or myself, since I was unable to take his arrogance and racism anymore. I preferred to forget the hurtful and offensive words he said about my lover, so I won’t mention them anymore here either. He ruined my night, that is sure. I had gone to my sister’s house, looking for some understanding, a warm hug, a kind word and maybe a piece of advice as well. But he appeared exactly when no one wanted him around, and everything felt apart.
Sometimes, many times actually, I was really asking myself way had my sister chosen such a bastard as husband. But I was not the one to give her lessons… Bastard or not, that guy was at least there with her… While my one…
The streets of London are cold at night. Especially in the falls. The central places, where all the tourists gather, are crowded almost permanently, but the part where my sister was living had always been quiet, dark and lonely… That is why I liked walking around there. It was a mare reflection of my soul. So quiet… So dark. So alone.
I am half Japanese, half English. My father was Japanese. Never met him though… When I was 4 years old, my mother moved together with me to England. But somehow, deep inside me, I always felt Japanese. The culture, the history, the fashion, the education system, the entertainment…. Everything was so different yet so much better in Japan. And when I met Sho in college, I felt in love with Japan more… He grew up in Tokyo, but he wanted to make college in London. I never actually found out why… The only thing I know for sure, is that this man had made me love him like I didn’t even knew I could love.
I stopped myself in a park. There were slides and climbing-jim’s for children, some benches and some swings which were moving on their own, pushed by the power of the wind blowing, looking as if an invisible hand was pushing them. The only sound came from those chains of that swing, swinging around. There was no-one around… The sky was very dark, and the full moon was shining, as pale and as beautiful as always, on a starless sky. I sat down on a bench and looked at that moon. He loved the moon…
“Is beautiful, is it not? The moon...”
“What you see so special in it? It looks like a simple, big, white circle on top of the sky for me.”
“You are missing the magic…”
“The magic?”
“Yes… The magic…”
The magic… He was always telling me stories. About magic and vampires. About wizards, werewolves and spirits of the death. Sometimes, those stories were scaring me. But I loved him so I was listening… Whenever there was a full moon, we would go out. Not out for dinner or into a nice club or someplace to dance, like normal couples do. He was taking me in parks, on the camp, even in the forests… We would just sit all night, watching the moon. I didn’t understand it. I felt like I was unable to see what his eyes were seeing. While gazing at the same thing, Sho was always seeing something different than what I was seeing.
“I want to see it too… That magic…”
I was talking all alone. Whoever would have seen me would have probably thought I was insane. I didn’t care all that much though. I was only wishing for a miracle… The funny thing was that I was not ready for a miracle to actually happen.
“Is beautiful, isn’t it? The moon…”
The voice was coming from my back and I turned around fast, scared, taken by surprise. Looking up at him… It seemed like a dream. I had seen him so many times in my thoughts, memories and dreams, that it took me few seconds of debating if this was a dream too or not.
“Where have you been..?” My eyes were filling with big, wet tears.
“Here and there… And everywhere…” he was not looking at me. His face was turned up, his eyes gazing only upon the moon.
“I was looking for you. Everyone has been looking for you… We were all so worried. Your friends are on the edge of a mental break down because of you, Sho!” Crying while he was staring at the sky… it happened so many times that it couldn’t surprise me anymore.
“Why would you be so worried? You know I can handle… Life is just a game.”
“That has always been a problem. You see it all like a game. What if for others is more than just a game?”
He looked at me. That beautiful, perfect face he had… Those eyes, that pierced through my skin and flesh and made a storm inside of my soul. His expression that seemed to lack feelings so much… That cold man that made me feel so warm… What a paradox of life. He sat himself down on that bench too, in my left side. He was still looking at me and though I wanted to say so much, ask so many questions, my mouth wouldn’t make a move. The words and screams I wanted to scream at him were blocked in my throat. No sound came out… Tears were falling down my face. How could I be so stoned when I wanted him to know so many things?
“Let’s watch the moon together until the sunrise comes.”
I wanted to protest. To tell him I don’t want to watch the stupid moon with him. To tell him that I want to talk to him. To ask him why did he started this relationship if he was going to simply disappear just like that. But something inside of me wouldn’t let me do it… He put his arm around my shoulders, bringing me close to him, pushing me to lay my head on his chest. I grabbed his black shirt with both my hands and buried my face in his chest, continuing to cry. I was feeling his hand caressing me, his fingers gently playing with my long, blonde hair.
“Tears are just water drops that magically fall from our eyes to show we are humans…”
I looked up at him. I couldn’t believe how he could use magic to describe everything… He was always talking in abstract. Most of the time, I was not understanding more than half of what he was telling me. But I loved listening to him. He was so unique, so different from all the other men I knew.
“What is actually the magic?” I asked him, while I was drying my tears with my hand.
“Magic is in everything and in everyone. Is just that is very hard for some people to see it.”
“Do you see it?”
“Yes… But I have not found it yet.”
I took his hand in mine and kissed it. His soft skin, the scent of his body. I had missed all of that so much. I couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me, but it did not matter. I was just happy I could be with him.
“Will you leave again..?”
“Is funny, is it not? How the moon is always full, but we only see parts of it. I have stopped trying to give a name or a meaning to the story of my life, for life is not a story nor a poem… is a fiction.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My father died when I was 9 years old. The only memories I have of him is him telling me about the moon. And the magic. And how everyone should find the magic from inside them… I have been searching all of my life for it. And though I see the magic in every small piece of life, I could never truly touch it. Or feel like I actually found it, or that it I make part of it.”
“Are you still searching for it?”
“Aren’t we all searching for it..?”
We looked at each other. No more words. I was still confused. It didn’t matter… The moon’s round and shinny shape was reflecting in his eyes. I touched his face with my hand and he left his hands fall on my waist. When our lips touched, it felt like bliss. And though I had my eyes closed, for one small, short moment, I was able to see the magic for the first time.
“Is love magic as well?” I asked.
“For two completely different people to meet by a complete coincidence and realize that they have been meant to spend eternity together. And though they don’t understand each-other fully, and have so few things in common, they stand my each other’s side… And they get happy over small, meaningless details… Yes. It is magic.”
“Then how can you say you have not found the magic?”
“I haven’t found my father’s magic…”
“Which is?”
“The magic of staying alive… while being dead…”
“Can you just hug me?”
He didn’t answer. He just did it. His gold ring that I had gave him on our anniversary was sparkling in the death of night. His body was warmer than ever. With my eyes closed, I was carefully listening to the beating of his heart. The rhythm of his life… The silence covered us. The night embraced us. And when I opened my eyes and looked up at the moon, I could feel its magic envelope us. The magic of the night… The seconds passed and became minutes. That turned into hours. The sky started changing colors. The moon was moving… Fading away. And so was he… For some reason, I could feel that he was drifting apart from me.
“Masaki…”
“Yes, my love?”
“I have a present for you…”
He searched in the pocket of his shirt and took out a necklace. It had a gold chain, and the round, shinny white pendent was in the shape of the moon. He pushed my hair on the left side and softly locked it in place around my neck. I looked at it and then at him. I smiled.
“So you will never forget me… And never forget the moon.”
“I could never forget you. Or the stupid moon you always made me watch. I love you, Sho…”
Though he did not answer, I know he felt the same. He kissed me. More intense, more loving than ever. As if he was kissing me for the last time. Tears started rolling down my face once more, and though I didn’t knew why I was crying, I could not stop myself. I wished for that moment to last forever. For that night to never end. For that sun to never rise… But the night did end. And the sun did rise. Cause nothing is forever… Except love.
“I have to go.” he told me, after the first rays of the sun appeared.
“Where are you going? I am coming with you!” I said, jumping up from the bench when I saw him getting up.
“There are places where you cannot fallow me.”
“I want to come with you!”
“I am not taking you there.”
“Sho!”
“Shh…” he covered my lips with his finger. “I will come back to visit you.”
“No you won’t. And I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to go. Why you leave me alone… It was so good in college. And it was so good when we moved together. And then, all of a sudden, you left. And only came back home from time to time. And I miss you, Sho… I miss you so much.”
“I never left. I am always right next to you. Is just that at times, you don’t see me. But I am always there…”
“In the last year, the only times I saw you have been during the damn full moon.”
“Don’t curse the moon… The moon holds so much magic...”
“Just stop it! Stop it with the magic! Is always the magic for you. What about me, Sho?! I am your boyfriend!”
“And you have your magic as well…”
“No, I don’t… That is why you don’t stay with me. I don’t have magic. You run after it… All the time. And during your trips, you leave me behind.”
“Masaki… Look at me. Believe, my dear… Is all I am asking you. Believe in me. Believe in the magic… Please…”
“I never understand you. Why you always have to talk to me in riddles?”
“The sun is rising…”
“So what?”
“Come here…”
He sat me on the bench again and he made my head rest on his lap. He caressed my face and I closed my eyes. He kissed my forehead. And I still do not know if it was real or I imagined, but I think I heard him whispering he loved me…
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“There he is!”
“What on earth is he doing here?”
“Has he slept here?”
“Wake him up!”
I was hearing voices of people. Like through a dream. Voices I knew… One of the voices was of my sister, the other of my brother-in-law. I was feeling uncomfortable. My back was hurting. I opened my eyes and they hurt too. The light was too strong. The sun was beating in my face. The image was blurry, but it slowly got clearer. I got up… I was still on that bench, in that park. It was probably the afternoon. My neck was hurting as well. My sister was staring at me with a worried expression, while her husband looked as if he had just discovered exactly how insane I am. But, there was someone missing…
“Sho!” I jumped up from the bench. I looked around. I looked all over the park. I looked at my sister who looked at me as if she was both scared, worried for me and feeling sad. “Where is Sho??”
“Masaki, calm down…” she said.
“No! I will not calm down! Where is Sho?” I screamed.
“He is dead.” my brother-in-law said, sharp and straight.
“What..?” I said. I laughed. A hysterical, annoyed and scared laugh. “Don’t play stupid games with me.”
“I am not doing that.” He said.
“Stop it.”
“I was being honest. He died.”
“SHUT UP!!”
“Masaki!”
I turned. There were 3 men in my back. They were all dressed in black. Tears were threatening to fall down from their beautiful, brown, Asian shaped eyes. They looked at me and I stared at them.
“You guys… What are you doing here? You should be in Japan.”
“We came last night…” one of them said.
“We didn’t want you to go through this alone…”
“Go through what?” I asked.
“Masaki… Sho, he… He is…”
“No! Stop it! Not you guys too. Why would you lie to me? You are his best friends, my best friends! One of the so few things we had in common… Don’t you betray me too… Don’t lie to me…”
“We wish so much it was a lie…” Jun said.
“It IS a lie!”
“We have been looking for him, remember..?” Kazu said.
“Yes…”
“And we couldn’t find him… We could have turned the globe upside down and we couldn’t find him…” Satoshi continued.
“So what?” I asked.
“Death found him before us…” Jun finished, unable to hold his tears anymore.
“No…”
“Sho came in Japan without telling it to anyone… I work at the embassy and not even I knew. There were some people who went for an expedition through a dark forest… A very big and scary dark forest… The Aokigahara forest, at the north west base of Mount Fuji…” Satoshi tried to explain me.
“They found a dead body there… And called the police… The police called us to say if it’s Sho…” Kazu continued Satoshi’s story.
“It wasn’t him.” I said decided.
“It was, Masaki… It was him… And after the autopsy, they said he had been dead for a year…” Satoshi said.
“It can’t be… Is impossible…”
“It is as hard for us to believe as it is for you… But he is gone…”
“He isn’t!! He came to see me… Almost every month this past year! During the full moon. He was here last night! He was right here. He talked to me about the moon… And the magic… And life…” I felt down on my knees, starting to cry. “He was here… I swear to God he was here…” I reached for my neck and felt the necklace touching my skin. I looked at it and got up, showing it to my friends. “He gave me this! He gave me this last night!”
“Masaki, he couldn’t have been here last night…”
“HE WAS HERE! I am telling you he was, trust me, guys… Please…”
“Maybe he was…” Kazu said, all of a sudden. “Sho believed so much in magic… He believed it so deeply. Maybe… it really happened. The magic… And he came to you.”
“Every day of the full moon… So you wouldn’t know he died…” Satoshi agreed.
“No…”
“This opens…” Kazu said, looking at the full moon pendent of my necklace. “It has a very tiny lock here…” He pushed the small lock and it did open. And inside it was a writing. In the language of my love.
“What does it say?” I asked fast.
“It says ‘Do not let me die’…” Kazu read.
“Sho…” I said, slowly. I could not cry anymore. Though the pain was drowning me, no more tears would fall. I had finally understood. “You reached it, my love. You finally did… The magic of being still alive… while being dead…” I smiled.
“What is he talking about? What is all this magic nonsense?” I heard my brother-in-law say.
“I will wait for you, Sho… Next month. In the magic of the night…”
The wind blew, covering me, making my hair peacefully fly. And I knew he was there… And that he had been there. We organized a funeral. His friends cried his death. I didn’t. For he did not die. Not for me… Every month, during the full moon, into the magic of the night, he comes to me again. Now I know why is just in that night… But I do not mind anymore. People can believe I have lost my mind. My sister even recommended me a psychologist. But I know is real. The deep and invisible bound that ties two soul together, regardless of the space, time and universe. The magic of life, death, love… The magic inside us all.
So, now, I want to ask all of you one more time… Do you believe in it?
A/N: I made this story to somehow make up to you guys for not posting for SO long. I had a lot of problems lately. A good friend of my master and mine as well has been kidnapped 2 weeks ago. By some guys who wanted to steal his organs…. How fucked up is that shit?? He was able to escape though and he came to our house cause it was the only place he thought of as ‘safe’. And we ended up massed in this shit, the police appeared, 100 declarations after declarations and procedures and shit… When all our friend wants is to damn forget this ever happened. He is fine now, you guys don’ t worry. But he will probably be traumatized for a while. Also, my master’s friend who had to repare my laptop couldn’t do it. So I had to buy a new one. I lost all my data for I Love The Way You Hurt, all the writing plan I had made… Is not a huge thing, but I have to remake the plan and re-write the last chapter which I had also lost. So it might take a few days till I come up with it. Please, bare with me…
I hope you guys will like this one-shoot though, and that you will understand me. Comments are loved <3
Author : just me
Pairings : Sakuraiba
Rating : I think is safe for everyone to read.
Genre : drama, tragedy, mystery
Summary : Sho has always asked Masaki just one think. To believe in the magic... Masaki never understood why. When he finds out though, he never would have expected it.
Disclaimer : I do not own Arashi at all. But how cool would it be if I would? XD
Magic of The Night
Loneliness. Fear. Darkness. Loss. This are words that weight a lot… Much more than someone who has not yet experienced them can image. However… There is one word that can ease the pain of these words… It is called Magic. Do you believe in it?
I was missing him. He, who had always been there for me. He, who I had met in between the cold and foreign desks of my first day of college. He, who had made everything look so right and so wrong at the same time. I just had to close my eyes and I would have seen him there, next to me, with his brown hair, always messy and soft, his black and so deep eyes, his unique and unbeatable charm, his big smile on his sweet and tender lips… Every move he made, every gesture, every word that came out of that mouth, I had memorized them all. He was fascinating me more strongly than any person I had met or heard about in my life, and I was feeling so happy to be able to be his. His person was dominating my world…
“No. I don’t love him anymore!”
My older sister stared at me amazed for one second, when I suddenly started screaming that during my visit at her house from a Saturday night. She asked me if I am okay and I told her I was. I locked myself in the bathroom after that, decided to calm myself down before her husband would come home and meet a very hysterical brother-in-law. I cried a lot before being ready to get out of there.
“How’s your jap doing? Has he returned to ‘The Land of the Rice’ or is he still hunting the streets around here?”
My dear brother-in-law. Determinate racist and discriminator at his young age of only 28. I don’t believe I would still want to know him after he turns 40. A person like him while meeting the middle age wouldn’t be such a nice think to see.
“No, he hasn’t yet returned to Japan!” I said, putting the accent on the name of the country. “I called his friends and they said he surely didn’t return to thw country. One of them works at the embassy and he would have known if he was back.”
“So you are still looking for him.”
“Yes, I am still looking for him. And I have hopes of finding him.”
My brother-in-law laughed of me. I was seriously debating which of us to murder, him or myself, since I was unable to take his arrogance and racism anymore. I preferred to forget the hurtful and offensive words he said about my lover, so I won’t mention them anymore here either. He ruined my night, that is sure. I had gone to my sister’s house, looking for some understanding, a warm hug, a kind word and maybe a piece of advice as well. But he appeared exactly when no one wanted him around, and everything felt apart.
Sometimes, many times actually, I was really asking myself way had my sister chosen such a bastard as husband. But I was not the one to give her lessons… Bastard or not, that guy was at least there with her… While my one…
The streets of London are cold at night. Especially in the falls. The central places, where all the tourists gather, are crowded almost permanently, but the part where my sister was living had always been quiet, dark and lonely… That is why I liked walking around there. It was a mare reflection of my soul. So quiet… So dark. So alone.
I am half Japanese, half English. My father was Japanese. Never met him though… When I was 4 years old, my mother moved together with me to England. But somehow, deep inside me, I always felt Japanese. The culture, the history, the fashion, the education system, the entertainment…. Everything was so different yet so much better in Japan. And when I met Sho in college, I felt in love with Japan more… He grew up in Tokyo, but he wanted to make college in London. I never actually found out why… The only thing I know for sure, is that this man had made me love him like I didn’t even knew I could love.
I stopped myself in a park. There were slides and climbing-jim’s for children, some benches and some swings which were moving on their own, pushed by the power of the wind blowing, looking as if an invisible hand was pushing them. The only sound came from those chains of that swing, swinging around. There was no-one around… The sky was very dark, and the full moon was shining, as pale and as beautiful as always, on a starless sky. I sat down on a bench and looked at that moon. He loved the moon…
“Is beautiful, is it not? The moon...”
“What you see so special in it? It looks like a simple, big, white circle on top of the sky for me.”
“You are missing the magic…”
“The magic?”
“Yes… The magic…”
The magic… He was always telling me stories. About magic and vampires. About wizards, werewolves and spirits of the death. Sometimes, those stories were scaring me. But I loved him so I was listening… Whenever there was a full moon, we would go out. Not out for dinner or into a nice club or someplace to dance, like normal couples do. He was taking me in parks, on the camp, even in the forests… We would just sit all night, watching the moon. I didn’t understand it. I felt like I was unable to see what his eyes were seeing. While gazing at the same thing, Sho was always seeing something different than what I was seeing.
“I want to see it too… That magic…”
I was talking all alone. Whoever would have seen me would have probably thought I was insane. I didn’t care all that much though. I was only wishing for a miracle… The funny thing was that I was not ready for a miracle to actually happen.
“Is beautiful, isn’t it? The moon…”
The voice was coming from my back and I turned around fast, scared, taken by surprise. Looking up at him… It seemed like a dream. I had seen him so many times in my thoughts, memories and dreams, that it took me few seconds of debating if this was a dream too or not.
“Where have you been..?” My eyes were filling with big, wet tears.
“Here and there… And everywhere…” he was not looking at me. His face was turned up, his eyes gazing only upon the moon.
“I was looking for you. Everyone has been looking for you… We were all so worried. Your friends are on the edge of a mental break down because of you, Sho!” Crying while he was staring at the sky… it happened so many times that it couldn’t surprise me anymore.
“Why would you be so worried? You know I can handle… Life is just a game.”
“That has always been a problem. You see it all like a game. What if for others is more than just a game?”
He looked at me. That beautiful, perfect face he had… Those eyes, that pierced through my skin and flesh and made a storm inside of my soul. His expression that seemed to lack feelings so much… That cold man that made me feel so warm… What a paradox of life. He sat himself down on that bench too, in my left side. He was still looking at me and though I wanted to say so much, ask so many questions, my mouth wouldn’t make a move. The words and screams I wanted to scream at him were blocked in my throat. No sound came out… Tears were falling down my face. How could I be so stoned when I wanted him to know so many things?
“Let’s watch the moon together until the sunrise comes.”
I wanted to protest. To tell him I don’t want to watch the stupid moon with him. To tell him that I want to talk to him. To ask him why did he started this relationship if he was going to simply disappear just like that. But something inside of me wouldn’t let me do it… He put his arm around my shoulders, bringing me close to him, pushing me to lay my head on his chest. I grabbed his black shirt with both my hands and buried my face in his chest, continuing to cry. I was feeling his hand caressing me, his fingers gently playing with my long, blonde hair.
“Tears are just water drops that magically fall from our eyes to show we are humans…”
I looked up at him. I couldn’t believe how he could use magic to describe everything… He was always talking in abstract. Most of the time, I was not understanding more than half of what he was telling me. But I loved listening to him. He was so unique, so different from all the other men I knew.
“What is actually the magic?” I asked him, while I was drying my tears with my hand.
“Magic is in everything and in everyone. Is just that is very hard for some people to see it.”
“Do you see it?”
“Yes… But I have not found it yet.”
I took his hand in mine and kissed it. His soft skin, the scent of his body. I had missed all of that so much. I couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me, but it did not matter. I was just happy I could be with him.
“Will you leave again..?”
“Is funny, is it not? How the moon is always full, but we only see parts of it. I have stopped trying to give a name or a meaning to the story of my life, for life is not a story nor a poem… is a fiction.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My father died when I was 9 years old. The only memories I have of him is him telling me about the moon. And the magic. And how everyone should find the magic from inside them… I have been searching all of my life for it. And though I see the magic in every small piece of life, I could never truly touch it. Or feel like I actually found it, or that it I make part of it.”
“Are you still searching for it?”
“Aren’t we all searching for it..?”
We looked at each other. No more words. I was still confused. It didn’t matter… The moon’s round and shinny shape was reflecting in his eyes. I touched his face with my hand and he left his hands fall on my waist. When our lips touched, it felt like bliss. And though I had my eyes closed, for one small, short moment, I was able to see the magic for the first time.
“Is love magic as well?” I asked.
“For two completely different people to meet by a complete coincidence and realize that they have been meant to spend eternity together. And though they don’t understand each-other fully, and have so few things in common, they stand my each other’s side… And they get happy over small, meaningless details… Yes. It is magic.”
“Then how can you say you have not found the magic?”
“I haven’t found my father’s magic…”
“Which is?”
“The magic of staying alive… while being dead…”
“Can you just hug me?”
He didn’t answer. He just did it. His gold ring that I had gave him on our anniversary was sparkling in the death of night. His body was warmer than ever. With my eyes closed, I was carefully listening to the beating of his heart. The rhythm of his life… The silence covered us. The night embraced us. And when I opened my eyes and looked up at the moon, I could feel its magic envelope us. The magic of the night… The seconds passed and became minutes. That turned into hours. The sky started changing colors. The moon was moving… Fading away. And so was he… For some reason, I could feel that he was drifting apart from me.
“Masaki…”
“Yes, my love?”
“I have a present for you…”
He searched in the pocket of his shirt and took out a necklace. It had a gold chain, and the round, shinny white pendent was in the shape of the moon. He pushed my hair on the left side and softly locked it in place around my neck. I looked at it and then at him. I smiled.
“So you will never forget me… And never forget the moon.”
“I could never forget you. Or the stupid moon you always made me watch. I love you, Sho…”
Though he did not answer, I know he felt the same. He kissed me. More intense, more loving than ever. As if he was kissing me for the last time. Tears started rolling down my face once more, and though I didn’t knew why I was crying, I could not stop myself. I wished for that moment to last forever. For that night to never end. For that sun to never rise… But the night did end. And the sun did rise. Cause nothing is forever… Except love.
“I have to go.” he told me, after the first rays of the sun appeared.
“Where are you going? I am coming with you!” I said, jumping up from the bench when I saw him getting up.
“There are places where you cannot fallow me.”
“I want to come with you!”
“I am not taking you there.”
“Sho!”
“Shh…” he covered my lips with his finger. “I will come back to visit you.”
“No you won’t. And I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to go. Why you leave me alone… It was so good in college. And it was so good when we moved together. And then, all of a sudden, you left. And only came back home from time to time. And I miss you, Sho… I miss you so much.”
“I never left. I am always right next to you. Is just that at times, you don’t see me. But I am always there…”
“In the last year, the only times I saw you have been during the damn full moon.”
“Don’t curse the moon… The moon holds so much magic...”
“Just stop it! Stop it with the magic! Is always the magic for you. What about me, Sho?! I am your boyfriend!”
“And you have your magic as well…”
“No, I don’t… That is why you don’t stay with me. I don’t have magic. You run after it… All the time. And during your trips, you leave me behind.”
“Masaki… Look at me. Believe, my dear… Is all I am asking you. Believe in me. Believe in the magic… Please…”
“I never understand you. Why you always have to talk to me in riddles?”
“The sun is rising…”
“So what?”
“Come here…”
He sat me on the bench again and he made my head rest on his lap. He caressed my face and I closed my eyes. He kissed my forehead. And I still do not know if it was real or I imagined, but I think I heard him whispering he loved me…
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“There he is!”
“What on earth is he doing here?”
“Has he slept here?”
“Wake him up!”
I was hearing voices of people. Like through a dream. Voices I knew… One of the voices was of my sister, the other of my brother-in-law. I was feeling uncomfortable. My back was hurting. I opened my eyes and they hurt too. The light was too strong. The sun was beating in my face. The image was blurry, but it slowly got clearer. I got up… I was still on that bench, in that park. It was probably the afternoon. My neck was hurting as well. My sister was staring at me with a worried expression, while her husband looked as if he had just discovered exactly how insane I am. But, there was someone missing…
“Sho!” I jumped up from the bench. I looked around. I looked all over the park. I looked at my sister who looked at me as if she was both scared, worried for me and feeling sad. “Where is Sho??”
“Masaki, calm down…” she said.
“No! I will not calm down! Where is Sho?” I screamed.
“He is dead.” my brother-in-law said, sharp and straight.
“What..?” I said. I laughed. A hysterical, annoyed and scared laugh. “Don’t play stupid games with me.”
“I am not doing that.” He said.
“Stop it.”
“I was being honest. He died.”
“SHUT UP!!”
“Masaki!”
I turned. There were 3 men in my back. They were all dressed in black. Tears were threatening to fall down from their beautiful, brown, Asian shaped eyes. They looked at me and I stared at them.
“You guys… What are you doing here? You should be in Japan.”
“We came last night…” one of them said.
“We didn’t want you to go through this alone…”
“Go through what?” I asked.
“Masaki… Sho, he… He is…”
“No! Stop it! Not you guys too. Why would you lie to me? You are his best friends, my best friends! One of the so few things we had in common… Don’t you betray me too… Don’t lie to me…”
“We wish so much it was a lie…” Jun said.
“It IS a lie!”
“We have been looking for him, remember..?” Kazu said.
“Yes…”
“And we couldn’t find him… We could have turned the globe upside down and we couldn’t find him…” Satoshi continued.
“So what?” I asked.
“Death found him before us…” Jun finished, unable to hold his tears anymore.
“No…”
“Sho came in Japan without telling it to anyone… I work at the embassy and not even I knew. There were some people who went for an expedition through a dark forest… A very big and scary dark forest… The Aokigahara forest, at the north west base of Mount Fuji…” Satoshi tried to explain me.
“They found a dead body there… And called the police… The police called us to say if it’s Sho…” Kazu continued Satoshi’s story.
“It wasn’t him.” I said decided.
“It was, Masaki… It was him… And after the autopsy, they said he had been dead for a year…” Satoshi said.
“It can’t be… Is impossible…”
“It is as hard for us to believe as it is for you… But he is gone…”
“He isn’t!! He came to see me… Almost every month this past year! During the full moon. He was here last night! He was right here. He talked to me about the moon… And the magic… And life…” I felt down on my knees, starting to cry. “He was here… I swear to God he was here…” I reached for my neck and felt the necklace touching my skin. I looked at it and got up, showing it to my friends. “He gave me this! He gave me this last night!”
“Masaki, he couldn’t have been here last night…”
“HE WAS HERE! I am telling you he was, trust me, guys… Please…”
“Maybe he was…” Kazu said, all of a sudden. “Sho believed so much in magic… He believed it so deeply. Maybe… it really happened. The magic… And he came to you.”
“Every day of the full moon… So you wouldn’t know he died…” Satoshi agreed.
“No…”
“This opens…” Kazu said, looking at the full moon pendent of my necklace. “It has a very tiny lock here…” He pushed the small lock and it did open. And inside it was a writing. In the language of my love.
“What does it say?” I asked fast.
“It says ‘Do not let me die’…” Kazu read.
“Sho…” I said, slowly. I could not cry anymore. Though the pain was drowning me, no more tears would fall. I had finally understood. “You reached it, my love. You finally did… The magic of being still alive… while being dead…” I smiled.
“What is he talking about? What is all this magic nonsense?” I heard my brother-in-law say.
“I will wait for you, Sho… Next month. In the magic of the night…”
The wind blew, covering me, making my hair peacefully fly. And I knew he was there… And that he had been there. We organized a funeral. His friends cried his death. I didn’t. For he did not die. Not for me… Every month, during the full moon, into the magic of the night, he comes to me again. Now I know why is just in that night… But I do not mind anymore. People can believe I have lost my mind. My sister even recommended me a psychologist. But I know is real. The deep and invisible bound that ties two soul together, regardless of the space, time and universe. The magic of life, death, love… The magic inside us all.
So, now, I want to ask all of you one more time… Do you believe in it?
A/N: I made this story to somehow make up to you guys for not posting for SO long. I had a lot of problems lately. A good friend of my master and mine as well has been kidnapped 2 weeks ago. By some guys who wanted to steal his organs…. How fucked up is that shit?? He was able to escape though and he came to our house cause it was the only place he thought of as ‘safe’. And we ended up massed in this shit, the police appeared, 100 declarations after declarations and procedures and shit… When all our friend wants is to damn forget this ever happened. He is fine now, you guys don’ t worry. But he will probably be traumatized for a while. Also, my master’s friend who had to repare my laptop couldn’t do it. So I had to buy a new one. I lost all my data for I Love The Way You Hurt, all the writing plan I had made… Is not a huge thing, but I have to remake the plan and re-write the last chapter which I had also lost. So it might take a few days till I come up with it. Please, bare with me…
I hope you guys will like this one-shoot though, and that you will understand me. Comments are loved <3