My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Obdurate. [29]

Corinna was able to speak to me on occasions, although rare. She was a nice woman that understood my problems with understanding mundane things, coming up with the idea that it was because of where I was born. When I asked her how she knew that on the last day of her stay in town, her face had gone blank for a moment.
"I memorized most of the current residence and birthplaces for most students in this school. Like the fact that your boyfriend was born in his hometown of Tokyo."

I didn't even know that.

How much did this woman contain within her thoughts?

She only spoke with me for a few minutes before she was rushed off to deal with the emperor of America. Apparently, being his top governess meant you were essentially his babysitter. And today the man of honor had gotten his fingers stuck in a Chinese finger catcher.
I felt bad for her.

"You're connected to Yuu." Iris explained, seating herself on one of the bleachers beside the boy we were talking about. "Meaning, he can access your powers for you."
"Wait, I can?" He asked, looking both startled and confused.
"It's... a technicality. And only possible if the two were so deeply connected that it would be impossible to shake their bonds. There's downsides to it, I've heard." She shrugged it off.
"You and Lucas... weren't like that?" I asked, sitting up from where I was spread eagled on the laminated wooden floor.

"No. we were more connected emotionally than mentally. Continue working, please," she sighed, hand resting on the golden ring.

"I am. Multitasking is a thing, yeah?" I said, cocking a brow. My words were far too aggressive than what I had wanted them to be. But my body always seemed to act against what I truly wanted as of lately. "Sorry. I don't know where that keeps coming from."
Yuu found my switching personas amusing some times, I noted as I began waging a miniature war with myself, all but tearing my very being in two to shift.

I gave up an hour later, sighing deeply and falling to the floor. For someone who was banished from their homeland, you'd think I would be anxious to get back and seek out whomever punished me, right?
Apparently not. Even Hitoshi didn't want to go back to that land in the sky, insisting that suffering through being with Yuu was much more enjoyable than facing whatever it was that was back home. And, if you were wondering, he was very, very angry that his memories were gone with mine as well. Constantly muttering about how he used to know stuff.

"You tired?" Yuu asked, standing next to my fallen self. I nodded up at him, stretching out my arms. He rolled his eyes, rather begrudgingly pulling me from the floor.

"We've been doing this for a week now. I should have made some progress," I muttered.
"Strange, isn't it? I have to come up with a solution for that... god, why can't there be more banished Shifters around here? That would make my life a whole lot easier," Iris sighed, quite possibly forgetting that she has a job to do apart from mentoring me.
"Go rest, Miss Dulcibella. I'm sure we can try to figure this out on our own for a bit, right?" Yuu said, trying to lighten the mood as he took my hand, his warm grasp making me realize how cold my own hand and my bracelet had become.
"I hope so," she sighed.

"You can't remember anything, right?" Yuu asked me, lounges across my bed as I sorted through my photos of the day.
"Obviously. I would be fighting someone by now if I did." Was my simple response.
"And you just... gave up trying to figure it out."
"Indeed. If I was significant, someone would have found me by now." I mumbled, sliding a failed photo to the side on my desk. A photo of Alan and Marco fencing was one of the few to come out clearly. Another was of Chi towering next to the lunch lady (the soon to be Spanish-empress dubbed her Abuelita, since she rarely spoke to anyone but him), the two smiling and talking about something in hushed tones.

In the back of my mind I processed my bed faintly creaking above the old music (from the fifties, Min told me) currently on my record player, the scratching of the vinyl record a sound that used to soothe me. Now it just made me feel anxious for reasons I couldn't comprehend.
"It's a simple mechanism. Importance means that when someone finds you missing, they look for you," I muttered, slapping another photo on the table, blond hair falling in my face. The light of ruby in my bracelet skirted across the back of my hand danced around in the corner of my eye.

I felt a presence behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist like a safety belt, face tucked in the crevice of my neck. His raven hair tickled.
"Maybe," he began, voice muffled by my sweater. "They can't find you."
"Changes nothing. I would look high and low and break as many rules as it took to find my friends if they were lost."
"You get my point. If it helps,
"I'd look for you in hell and back if you got lost."

"That's preposterous, Yuu."

"It's just how much I love you."

"Yes, but you trust me excessively. It's confusing."
"Do you trust me?" He asked. Quietly, as if it were the first day we had known each other, hand resting over mine.
"Yes."

"Then it's the same as you," he laughed, lifting the hair at the back of my neck. I felt his lips press against the bare skin, cool compared to how warm I was. Hiniku was reluctant in the department of reacting to this at first, but yielded control to me. So I fell into the subtle, affectionate kiss, sighing deeply.
  "I trust you as a knight does his king. That's a metaphor even you would understand, right?" Yuu murmured.

  "Unfortunately," I sighed, "it's one of the few I've known since I showed up on the beach."
  "You must have been a really weird person, then," he laughed. I managed to crack a smile at his words, staring down at my last photo.

  It was of Yuu in one of our few classes together, chewing on a pencil pensively as he stared out the window. His bangs were pushed back by his hand, strands falling in his face.

  "Yeah," I sighed, holding the picture between my thumb and index finger.

  "I really was."