Mitsukou oneshots

SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL SHES BACK!? / Grief kills us all.

Wsp guys I'm back 😛

First of all, I'm now officially in high school, meaning I've had this book for close to three years, which isn't that just awesome?

Secondly, my obsession has yet to fade.

We continue.

Au: Roles reversed kinda?..

TW: Angst and death and basically my average stuff

•Sousuke POV•

March 7th

I feel my eyes wanting to close and fall asleep. Why now? Please no. This could literally not get any worse. I can't fail this class or I'd get held back, and I'll just look straight up stupid if I end up needing a tutor or even worse, needing summer school. My eyes met the teacher's board yet again, only this time, more writing had appeared.

My birthday is in a couple of days. I just need to make it to tomorrow. Just make it till then. I sigh quietly. I know about the extra shifts at the hospital my mom's been taking just to buy me that camera I talked about. I'm honestly excited, though, a part of me feels guilty about it. I start to envision the quality camera with good storage I'd be getting soon.

Not soon enough, the bell rings, and I head to my usual spot under the stairs. Usually, I would watch shows on my phone, but lately, there's been a disturbance to my personal time. Like clockwork, I hear the same whispers of regret. My goodness, it's so depressing, but it's better to be here under the stairs than out in the open where that creepy senior is. I swear they dropped him as a child because there's no way he's normal.

"I'm so sorry."

I hear the voice whisper, eerie and seemingly harmless, as usual. I mean, sure, I wasn't expecting the rumors of the haunted high school to be real, but that's just another bump in the road. Today I'm in a worse mood. Good, I want it to shut up. As much as I want it to be quiet, I feel something bitter coming, overwhelmed with grief for some reason.

I swallowed hard. If anyone hears, I'm sure to be made fun of, but I'm usually always alone here, so what's the harm?.. I put my phone back inside my back pocket.

"Sorry about what?"

My voice comes out shakier than I expected it to be. I hadn't talked for a while, so I sounded off, I cleared my throat, and waited for an answer.

"It's my fault."

"You say that, but what even happened?"

I questioned right after I heard the third whisper, seeing as it had yet to answer me.

"I wasn't strong enough to protect my brother, and he wants revenge."

The voice was clearer. I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to calm myself. Why would I talk to it? This is sure to be a death wish!

"Puh-protect him from-"
"I... cant remember.."

This time when it spoke, I felt my previous anxiety disappear. The shift in whatever-was-speaking-to-me's tone felt and sounded pretty positive, so I'll just assume that's exactly how it is.

When it had begun to speak, it sounded like it was coming from behind me. Once the voice had finished the sentence, I realized the voice sounded closer. As well as to my right.

The voice sighs.

Once it sighs, I feel that overwhelming sense of grief of vanishing for a second. It's not gone, it's just barely able. I'm no empath, but I can tell it's not exactly in a jolly mood.

"You shouldn't be here; go with your friends."
"I can be wherever I wanna to be!"
"And out of all places, you choose to be in an abandoned staircase with a ghost?"
"Yeah, and?"
"That's weird!"

I crossed my arms and turned my back to the voice; it didn't deserve to see my cute face anyway!! I froze. I hadn't seen the one behind the voice. What could this thing possibly look like? My eyes dart back to it, and I see a strangely familiar blonde.

Upon seeing his face, my mind quickly thinks of Cherry blossoms. My chest tightens. He doesn't look hostile, but something tells me to be careful with him. I feel something bitter coming. I slowly rotate myself back to its original position as my body tenses back up.

"So what's your name?"
He says as he stands up, his head inches away from being hit.

"Mitsuba."

I say with no hesitation in hopes he would think I'm not scared in the slightest.

"I'm Kou Minamoto. Just call me Kou."
"Why the full name? We just met."

I say, I wonder how someone could be so.... Whatever he is. Yuck.

"Why not? I'm dead, what can you do to me?"

He mutters something that I couldn't hear, but before I can ask, he starts talking again.

"Anyways, why are you ?"
"Cause I can, ARE YOU MAKING SURE NO ONE ELSE IS HERE SO YOU CAN KILL ME? ARE YOU GOING TO POST MY CUTE DEAD FACE ON A WEBSITE FULL OF NECROPHELIA!?"

I remember the salt packets in my pocket and throwing them at him.

"AWAY WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT! I DON'T WANT TO BE IN YOUR SICK GOREY FANTASIES!!"

I yell as I scoot into a corner.

"What is your problem!?"

He whispers and yells at me as he backs away. He scoffs and sits down on the opposing side of the small under part of the staircase.

"I remember I would sit and laugh with all of my friends at lunch... do you not?"

He asks in a gentler tone. A small pang in my heart makes me want to answer him honestly. I believe the guy. I can't trust him yet.

"Do you mind my presence?"
"Well no, but-"
"Problem solve."

I grinned, knowing I had won. He sighed and sat down next to me.

"You're quite the interesting guy."

I decided to take this opportunity as a chance to better understand him.

"How come you're in a middle school and not some creepy graveyard?"

I ask mimicking him. He growls and then sighs.

"I have some sort of unfinished business here. I dunno what it is, but I can't pass to the far shore until I solve it. I've been here for a few days, dead for two years now. I don't know how much-"

Man, this guy is boring. I look down at my nails. HEY, my clear coat cracked. Now it won't shimmer in the light when I'm bored in class. Bummer..

"But hey, I've still got time, so no worries!!" He says with a thumbs up.

I don't know what he said, but how can anyone be this annoyingly positive?

"So you're a student here?"
"Was"
"Right, you do realize I asked a yes or no?"

His eyes go wide before he makes a sour face at me.

"Aww, is someone mad"?
"I'm about to beat you up, so you better simmer down."
"Whoa there, Mr. Scary ghost."

I use my sleeve to cover my giggles. I hear his not-so-silent scoff.

First time I've giggled at lunch in a while.

***

"Who would've thought I'd befriend a ghost that day!" I say while I continue to read my middle school journal. My goodness, it was cringy, but so was everyone back then.

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So what do we think?? Yes, I am doing everything but homework.