First Impressions
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halfemptyglassesMirai breathes deep and even, looking across the cityscape from her spot on the edge of the roof. Her fingers lace through the wire fence, loosely holding on. The breeze flutters through her hair and clothes, not unlike riding on a flying carpet.
She briefly glances down to the sidewalk below. The adrenaline rush alone might be enough. It's hard to say once you've actually flown on a carpet before. And then...
Mirai turns her head up to the sky, almost summoned by the void of space. Free of worldly worries. No concern for the end of her rent free grace period, no care for the youmu in her apartment, no scraping by for cheap bowls of noodles eaten on the bench in the park, and no more job.
Maybe, if she lets go at just the right point, she could just float away. Fly to a nice little bar in a nice little corner of the universe, where time and money and history don't matter like they do here. That's what they'd want for her.
But it's not what she deserves, she thinks to herself, and she can't even bear to smile about it. She lets her hand drop from the fence.
She feels eyes on her and looks to the street again. Someone stands at the corner, a student judging by the clothes. An upperclassman? She can almost hear him gasp, followed by the regular patter of steps into the building.
"Uh, excuse me!" he calls out.
The boy prattles on, not unlike the various patrons of Milliways. She's heard this all before from people who don't know her, even from people who do know her.
Maybe she did meet him in Milliways before. He does look a little familiar. Tall and blond, brown downward-tilted eyes. Why does she know that?
He finally reaches the end of his meandering speech with, "At any rate, someone who looks as good in glasses as you do... simply should not die!"
Was he serious?
He takes a moment to catch his breath and gives her the impassioned cry, "In short, I love glasses!"
"How unpleasant," Mirai says just loud enough for him to hear.
She hops over the fence separating them, tucking into a roll and instinctively drawing her sword. She skids to a halt in front of him as her mind catches up to her body's realization. This boy talking to her is Kanbara Akihito.
And she should just get this over with.
"You-" Akihito begins before Mirai abruptly runs him through.
He gasps and falls to his knees, and Mirai follows him in a crouch to keep her blood there.
"I- I was too much for you," she says as he draws what she's sure are his final breaths.
"Uh... say..." he responds, looking up with a grimace of a smile. He points to the sword and asks, "For now, could you do something about that....? Please..."
Mirai trembles slightly. "What...on Earth are you?"
"Th-that's what I should be asking you..."
She briefly glances down to the sidewalk below. The adrenaline rush alone might be enough. It's hard to say once you've actually flown on a carpet before. And then...
Mirai turns her head up to the sky, almost summoned by the void of space. Free of worldly worries. No concern for the end of her rent free grace period, no care for the youmu in her apartment, no scraping by for cheap bowls of noodles eaten on the bench in the park, and no more job.
Maybe, if she lets go at just the right point, she could just float away. Fly to a nice little bar in a nice little corner of the universe, where time and money and history don't matter like they do here. That's what they'd want for her.
But it's not what she deserves, she thinks to herself, and she can't even bear to smile about it. She lets her hand drop from the fence.
She feels eyes on her and looks to the street again. Someone stands at the corner, a student judging by the clothes. An upperclassman? She can almost hear him gasp, followed by the regular patter of steps into the building.
"Uh, excuse me!" he calls out.
The boy prattles on, not unlike the various patrons of Milliways. She's heard this all before from people who don't know her, even from people who do know her.
Maybe she did meet him in Milliways before. He does look a little familiar. Tall and blond, brown downward-tilted eyes. Why does she know that?
He finally reaches the end of his meandering speech with, "At any rate, someone who looks as good in glasses as you do... simply should not die!"
Was he serious?
He takes a moment to catch his breath and gives her the impassioned cry, "In short, I love glasses!"
"How unpleasant," Mirai says just loud enough for him to hear.
She hops over the fence separating them, tucking into a roll and instinctively drawing her sword. She skids to a halt in front of him as her mind catches up to her body's realization. This boy talking to her is Kanbara Akihito.
And she should just get this over with.
"You-" Akihito begins before Mirai abruptly runs him through.
He gasps and falls to his knees, and Mirai follows him in a crouch to keep her blood there.
"I- I was too much for you," she says as he draws what she's sure are his final breaths.
"Uh... say..." he responds, looking up with a grimace of a smile. He points to the sword and asks, "For now, could you do something about that....? Please..."
Mirai trembles slightly. "What...on Earth are you?"
"Th-that's what I should be asking you..."
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