Only, snails know there is no rush , when you learn to carry home with you
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As Naoto's voice cut through Takemichi's weary haze, the weight of his recent efforts evident in the bags under his eyes, Takemichi struggled to focus. "A certain person?" Takemichi responded, confusion apparent as he tried to process the new information thrust upon him.
"These are the 'Toman' leaders," Naoto continued, his voice intense as he slammed his hand onto a pinboard covered with information about Toman's leaders. "Manjiro Sano and Tetta Kisaki,"
"Scary," Takemichi interjected, his mind racing to make sense of the implications.
"Listen, if Tetta Kisaki and Manjiro Sano never cross paths, then the current Tokyo Manji Gang wouldn't exist. In other words, there would be nothing for my sister to get entangled with and ultimately killed by."
"I understand. So, if I can go back to my middle school days and prevent those two from meeting," Takemichi replied, his understanding slowly taking shape.
"Then Toman wouldn't come into existence," Naoto affirmed, his excitement palpable.
"But how am I supposed to travel back in time?"
"I know the 'trigger' for time leaps."
"Huh?"
"When I shook hands with you twelve years ago, I felt that the 'you' inside past Takemichi vanished. The 'trigger' for time leaps is shaking hands with me. Perhaps I am 'one part' of your ability, given that you saved me."
Takemichi's mind spun as both he and Naoto drew closer, their hands poised to shake. "Are you ready?" Naoto's voice pierced the uneasy silence that had settled in the room, the tension almost tangible enough to hear Takemichi's racing heartbeat.
And then, as their hands met, Takemichi felt as if his consciousness was being pulled or falling into another place. He was experiencing a time leap.
""SON, do you know what a hanahaki means?" A women ask, her voice gentle
"No, what is it?" he responds, turning to face her with a curious expression.
"It's a disease caused by unrequited love. You cough petals and your body grows weak," she explain
"But why petals, mama? Shouldn't it be blood? Does the blood turn into petals?" he inquires, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"I'm not entirely sure, honey. It's just a superstition," she reply, trying to ease his worries.
"Well, petals are pretty, mama. But it's sad if they cause an illness," he muses, his voice tinged with innocence.
"I promise, mama, I won't fall in love, okay?" he suddenly declares, determination shining in his eyes.
"Why not, sweetheart?" I ask, taken aback by his sudden resolution.
"Because you don't want to lose me, right mama? You want me to stay by your side?" he responds, his tone filled with understanding.
I pause for a moment, feeling a swell of emotion in my chest. "Yes, Yano , I want you to stay by my side," I say softly, pulling him into a warm embrace.
Ring --!
A alarm clock , wake me up,
"That's was so vivid dream" I whisper , weirdly awaken fully after that dream, And what was this dream even about , I can't remember holding such conversation with mom
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""Mom, did you ever tell me about the hanahaki disease?" Yano asked, munching on breakfast prepared for school, while his little sister Horikita sat on the sofa watching a jdrama.
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North star
FanfictionSoulmates aren't rare, they aren't, you'll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you'll live a thousand lives. North Stars though, they are. By chance you'll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being f...
