From You to Me || NozoEli AU

Prologue

Sometimes I wonder, just wonder, what my life would be like in the future, how I'd make friends if I were to always move from house to house, town to town. My mother and father always had to move around, and so I never seem to make long-lasting friendships. So one day, when I was tired of this constant vagabond life, I decided to stay. My parents; they left me, but I stayed. I hid from them, and without a second thought, they rode a bus to somewhere-in-nowhere and didn't look back. I thought they would return, but in the end, they left me forever to live alone.

I don't even remember what my parents look like, in all honesty.

I only remember that they left me for good.

I was no less than an orphan.

I don't miss my old abusive family, though.

But even worse, I was always restricted because I had no "guardian" with me. But I didn't want to be brought to someone else's home, so I always had hidden the fact that I lived alone at such a young age and tried to depend on my more reliable classmates. Classmates, yes. But not friends. Oh, no, I had no friends, and I didn't dare to make any. I bet I was the poor, lonely girl that everyone pitied; but everyone found me boring, and left me with my own problems. So I didn't bother- I've tried, but nothing ever worked.

Whenever I sit myself at the doctor's office, I'd have to make up excuses for my parents not being with me. "My mother is at the hospital," I said at the age of eleven. "She'll be out today, and she gives me permission to walk alone." Oh, I wished. But it always worked in my favor, and with what money and strength I had left, I would walk down to the pharmacy to buy the medicine. Then I'd hurry up and go home.

How do I make money? I...I don't. I don't know how, or how come, but someone always sends me money each week. Sometimes slipped twenty if; but the most I had were fifty. Sometimes sent them in a mailbox, care packages, or even slipped them under the door. I had seven-hundred twenty-eight given by them, saved in organized jars through a period of almost five years.

They even got me a job at a café- as a brewer. And so this time, they gave me a clue of who they were. They probably have some kind of relation to the café, and I'll be thankful for them, but the fact that someone was sending me mysterious mails, money, and letters was still rather creepy. How did they know my address; and why would they even slip me money?

I knew nothing, but I'd always thank the gods for their support. My mysterious friend. My mysterious friend who keeps helping me behind my back. Therefore, one day, after my new job, I decided to hide to see if they would come. But they never did.

Until I continued this process for several days, and one day, I saw a girl dressed in all black- even her face was covered with a black mask- at two o' clock sharp, and she crept into my property. She was rather curvaceous and had a wig on, but I could see a glint of light hair poking out of her neck. I watched intently, hiding behind the window. She opened the short gate carefully with a small creak, and jumped into the soft patch of grass, and up the steps of my front porch. Then she carefully opened the mailbox next to the wooden door of my little house, and stuck an envelope inside which she had kept in her sweatshirt. Finally, she slowly closed it, careful not to make a noise, and crept out, closing the gate. She ran away, and that was the last I saw her. What a thrilling moment. I don't even know who that was, but all I know was that she wore a black outfit and threw something on the steps.

The note in her handwriting that I was to go to the Marble Café, and introduce myself as Nozomi Tojo to the staff, as well as my job there.

The thirty-one dollars.

And the next night, an outfit I was supposed to wear for the job. Not a maid outfit- I would've loved a cute maid outfit, though- just an apron, and if I preferred, a shirt. A cap with the café's name on it.

And the most important: I opened the packet and found a letter, "L", a wood block letter. Perhaps it's a letter of her name. Either way, I'm eager to know who she is. She was my benefactor and my life-saver.

You must've thought, "why would you trust that girl? You don't know if the girl dressed in black was the same person. You don't know if she meant to hurt you.

But I trusted her. I knew where Marble Café was, and I've eaten there quite a few times, so I'd know I'm safe. She was also my benefactress, so she most likely wanted to help me. And god knows what would happen, but I tell you the most bizarre decision of my life- I accepted her, what she gave me, and was grateful. She still hasn't given me another letter yet, but I'm waiting.

But still, who was this girl? And why did she want to help me?

I don't know, but I'm waiting, still waiting, until I finally know who she was.