Sel-#%*)H$#!....Tsukiko? Tsukiko's POV*
YUJI: AGE 15
TSUKIKO: AGE:14
A boisterous laugh in the rain.
Cherry blossoms.
Blood.
Fire.
Ash.
Screaming people running from a monster I couldn't feel any fear towards.
a smile.
it hurt.
Why did that smile that I don't know... and yet feel nostalgic for... Why does it hurt?
The glowing red eyes of a monster I didn't want to run from.
"my prize"
I woke up startled by the feeling of someone whispering those words in my ear. My ear still buzzing from the sensation. I looked frantically around my room to find nothing but solitude. My heavy breathing and the hum of my ceiling fan were the only sounds filling my ears now.
I have been plagued by these dreams for years now. Nothing ever clear, just images.
Images of the red-eyed man.
I never see his full face. Just a glance of his eyes staring at me. Just his smile that haunts me.
I never get the full view. Only pieces of a puzzle, that makes a picture I've never seen.
I sat up glancing at my clock. It's four PM (Hey don't judge finally went to bed at 9 am after a productive night of rewatching Naruto) and Yuji will be here at five. Well, he's supposed to be, knowing him he'll probably be here at 4:30.
I got up and showered, cleaning off the light layer of sweat that coated my body.
I put on my black sweat pants and a red sweatshirt. I simply let my white mop of hair do as it pleased. I don't really have any nice clothes that are made for the cooler weather. My mother only buys clothes that "show some skin " So my warm clothes consist of things I bought of things I've stolen from Yuji.
There was a carnival downtown, that Aki festival, celebrating the fall season. It was always a big event and Yuji and I loved going every year.
"TSUKI-CHAN!" I heard the chipper voice of my best friend call from down the hallway. I laughed to myself as I looked at the clock. 4:30 on the dot, you never disappoint Yuji.
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The Sun and The Moon (Sukuna X OC)
Fanfiction"He was the day, She was the night. He lived for misty mornings, She lived for crazy midnights. He was the sun, She was the moon. They were opposite souls. Yet both waited impatiently For the rare days when They might coexist peacefully." ________...
