muga.
do you know why I named you that?
it's because...
i loathe you.
i wish you'd never been born.
remember that, hiro muga.
You mean Nothing to me.
. . .
yesterday, i met her on the way to school near an alleyway.
she saw me and approached me with a smile and hello.
she approached me.
Me.
she started talking to me and suddenly asked me for my name.
that surprised me.
no one's ever asked me that before.
she said she wanted to get to know me more.
i couldn't refuse her, smiling with her shining emerald eyes, and gave in to her, awkwardly telling her my name.
even though i hated my name, i still told her.
my eyes widened to her response when she said it was a beautiful name.
she said it was beautiful for it's complex meaning.
"'Nothing' can be interpreted in many different ways and doesn't mean one specific thing."
"Truly, it's beautiful" she said with a smile.
i couldn't think of anything else to say but an quiet, embarrassed 'thank you' so i asked for her name.
she told me it was Emi. Ryoko Emi.
Ah, of course her name is beautiful too.
i will cherish both her name and mines wherever i go.
Till i die, by her hand or not.
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Pretty Porcelain Doll: Ryoko-San
Short StoryMuga Hiro is a 16 year old boy that is not very interested in school. He often zones out in class, not listening to the lessons. Recently, he has started to talk to a girl who transferred into his class not too long ago. But she seems quite strange...
