Chapter 3-
Maiko’s POV
It was four a.m. when I woke up. I looked outside the window from where I was and saw a clear night, better yet is was a full moon. I got up and stretched, I was known for getting up extremely early, because I slept really early. I would normally sleep at around 7 or 8 waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning. I like this time of night, there was no one outside; the world was at its most peaceful. Checking to make sure both Haruhi and Ranka were asleep, I slipped outside, using the window, still in my pajamas I scaled the wall of the apartment building, until I got to the roof.
Up on the roof top I took out my phone, I was doing what I called rooftop dancing. Who was I, I was a dancer, singer, and artist, I expressed my self through anything I could when I wasn’t on a job. When I was on a job, well then I had a façade, one no one could break through. Even now though, I had on a façade, one of a mischievous, and nice person, its best if only my master knew the real me.
So during the wee hours of the morning I let go of my inhibitions, I let go of my façade, I let go of all the hurt and pain I go through everyday knowing that people were hurt by me. I let go of all that and I was just me, not Maiko but, Kurochi Maiko Suzuki, a young teenage girl who could let go.
There was a reason my name is Maiko, meaning dancing child, I danced in the dark of the night. Outside when there was no one outside, when people were deeply into there dreams, I danced. I put my play list of songs on shuffle. I may not play insturments or sing anymore, but god knows I couldn’t live without my music, it is my life, the only thing that keeps me sane. I turned the volume up so I could hear it even with the wind whistling in my ear. I then stuck my phone in my pocket, because when I dance I don’t stay on one rooftop, I jump from rooftop to rooftop reveling in the silence of everything but my music, getting lost within myself and finally being able to let go. Then the first song came on as I got ready on the tips of my toes. I’ll have you know I danced ballet, jazz, and lyrical each giving off there on vibe. The song “Miss Independent” by Kelly Clarkson came on.
Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive
Said ooh, she fell in love
Dancing a mixture of jazz and ballet I danced. Leaping and pirouetting from rooftop to rooftop, I listened to the music, telling me to sing. Even now the music called to me, but I resisted, I only sang to my mother and father when I visited their graves. I only sang to my father on White Day to ask for forgiveness, why you ask, because that is the day I killed him. Because they are buried in different cemeteries, I visit my mother on the day she died as well, New Years Eve. Ironic, it was the end of the year, and it was also the end for her.
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise...It's time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye, old you
When love is true
Misguided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you want to use that line you better not start, no
But she miscalculated
She didn't want to end up jaded
And this miss decided not to miss out on true love
So, by changing her misconceptions
She went in a new direction
And found inside she felt a connection
She fell in love.
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door (open my door)
Surprise...It's time (yeah)
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you (oh you)
When love, when love is true
When Miss Independence walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to miss no longer afraid?
It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of why can't that be me
I'm so glad I finally feel...
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise (surprise), it's time (yeah)
To feel (to feel) what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you
When love, when love is true...
After the song, I laughed bitterly, there is no way on hell I would ever fall in love, or anyone ever fall in love with me. Sure they would feel lust or even have a crush, but no one would ever love me. At least no one will ever love the real me, the me who dances atop of the rooftops, the girl who is the true me. Not even the master knows the real me. To him I was his robot, his maid, and his follower, but I don’t regret joining him, because now I am free to live.
I danced to several songs, all the way until dawn. I leaped back to the roof of Haruhi’s apartment and sat down to watch the sunrise. I watched the town below me awake. I smelt fresh bread baking, and people greeting each other, I saw children walking to get to school, and I let the sounds, smells, and sights wash over me giving me peace, before putting on my façade once again.
Before long Haruhi finds me on the roof, “You can always use the door, not the window.”
“I like the window,” I said before getting up and leaving down the stairs. Haruhi understood that people had secrets, and thankfully she didn’t pry.
I looked up at the sky and prayed for the one thing that had been eluding me for my entire life, just a little bit of happiness.
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