MikaYuu One-Shot Collection

A Walk Among The Tombstones

"Mika, live on for me, okay?" A cough, spattering blood to the side. "I'll find you again." 

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Those words haunted my every action, thought. They were my very reason for existing now. Each step I took today reminded me of the circumstances that led to those words. I remembered each one in perfect detail. I remembered him and the smile he had on his face as the tears fell and he took his final breath.

"Yuu-chan." I breathed, testing his name on my tongue for the first time in months. The wrought iron gate in front of me creaked as I pushed it open and closed it behind me. I turned to face the five stones I knew would be there, each gleaming in the unusual sunlight for this time of year. They were each fashioned differently, but they all had the infinity symbol carved into them, signifying they were a team at one time. Shinoa Sanguu, Mistuba Sanguu, Kimizuki Shihou, Yoichi Shihou,  and finally, Yuichirou Hyakuya. My heart clenched as my eyes landed on his name, carved there into stone, weathered after being here for so many years. While I deeply respected the others, I was only here for one of them today.

It was cold, the day his spot of warmth went out. The cold clings to this day every year with a fierce grip, unrelenting and harsh, but it is so unusually warm today. I pause the darkest of my thoughts to revel in this warmth, allowing a spark of hope to lodge itself in my heart. I wonder if he'll fulfill that promise of his today. I smile ever so softly, gazing upon the place he rests with bittersweet fondness. There are fresh flowers on his grave, not placed by me, though it's not exactly surprising. Kimizuki and Yoichi's grandchildren come here sometimes on the anniversary's, tending to the grave and checking up on me from time to time.

We cross paths at times, and they ask me so many questions about what they were all like. I gladly tell them my limited array of stories, finding something new to tell them every time, and surprising myself with how I remember it. After remembering these moments, I take special care to keep every single one fresh. I'm a little glad they aren't here at the same time as me today. Today feels different, as if I could take one wrong step and it could all shatter. Today, I want to take my time, and memorize every part of the mark. 

Yuichirou Hyakuya

XXXXX-XXXXX

The light of many lives, 

Son, Friend, Brother, Dear One

Enjoy your rest, we'll miss you.

I feel the tears dripping down my cheeks before I fully register that I'm crying. I lunge forward, hugging the stone tightly, willing it to finally start having that same warmth as him. No such luck again today. I miss that warmth, of having someone there for you. I haven't really made an effort to talk to anyone since Krul's death, and I stay far away from Ferid, if he's still alive.

A warm breeze lifts my hair gently, and I swear I can almost feel Yuu's fingers running through it, the way they did whenever he was anxious about something. When I look up, a small outline runs past, and I register it's a child that's run past me, followed by several other children a few seconds later.

They run past without a care in the world, and I highly doubt they know I'm here, or what they just interrupted. They are all smiling and laughing, happy to just be near each other. I focus on them, running around, and it seems they're playing a game of tag. I notice the color of their hair first. Purple, black, blonde, pink, and brunette. I notice the distinct ways their acting second. The pink-haired kid is standing in front of the brunette protectively, arms crossed, glaring as the blonde girl with pigtails gets a little too close. She crosses her arms right back, sticking her tongue out.