Unseen

Rainy Thoughts

"That's sad. You don't remember me, huh?"

I gave her a confused look as I wondered what she was talking about. I have never met her before.  
I clearly remember nothing about a girl wearing a mask that I've seen before. I ran through my memories while scanning her face.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" I asked in confusion. Her aura suddenly drowned in sadness but she wasn't showing it behind her mask, nor was she showing it on her face, "If you took of that mask maybe I could recognise you."

"Sorry, but I can't." She spoke in a straightforward tone. The air around us suddenly felt so austere, I couldn't help but tremble from it.

"The least I could do is maybe tell you my name. Although if I do, promise not to tell anyone you saw me. Not even a person you think that they believe you."

I wonder what she meant. My head is still wandering around the mountains of questions I still have for her like; 'why was she here', or 'what is her name?'. Well maybe I'll soon find out her name.

"Maybe an introduction would be nice since you already know a bit about me." I started. But the girl hopped past me, skipping on each rock.

"Follow me. This isn't a convenient place to start a conversation." She said. I willingly followed her just because I had a vibe coming from her telling my brain to trust her and trust that she knew her way around the forest.

She led us back to the big tree that I found her at but strangely, the trail of leaves that led me here disappeared.  

"Well, I guess you start." She proposed sitting down cross legged as I followed the same thing she did.

"Um, I'm Mide Kazuku, as you already know. As of this year I am 17, my father died last year and now I live alone with my mother in Canada now. Um, what else?"

"Your favourite things, I guess." She suggested.

"Oh! My favourite food is Ramen and I also love Dango! Your turn." I said enthusiastically. I don't know why but I feel like I let my guard down too much when I'm around her. I'm exposing every little detail about myself when I don't even know anything about her. But it feels... comfortable around a her. Maybe I did meet her before but I just don't remember.

"Well, you used to call me Yuki because of my hair, but my real name is Yujiro. I'm 17 as well and I live the Aokigahara forest. I have no memory of my parents and I speak fluent English." Yujiro introduces herself in an almost formal manner. I guess she is one with words.

No wonder she seems so dull, she can't recall anything from her past. I guess she's just like me, I can't remember anything about her. Maybe if she knows something about what happened, I could definitely  understand her feelings now.

"Lovely isn't it, this tree?" Yujiro spoke up. I could feel a very sad aura coming from her now, maybe she's at a loss of words. Or even worse, she lost a friend, "This is where I met you, probably when you were around 5 years old. The same way you found me just now."

"I'm sorry, I really can't remem-" A sharp sting at the back of my head revised itself and it hurts like crazy.My head dropped down as I groaned from the pain. I see another flash of a girl smiling at me, but her eyes glowed a sad grey. Wait. Her eyes?

"You okay?" Yujiro asked as I snatched my thoughts back into my head. Maybe that image gave me a clue about her. 

"Say, Yujiro." I started, "Do you have grey eyes?" 

She suddenly jumped at the question but she was quick to reply holding her mask on her face, "No, I don't. What makes you say that?"

Such a straightforward reply. Her aura dances in and out of uneasiness, I can feel the temptation coming from her telling me that she wants to take of her mask so bad. But for some reason she can't.

"Then, can I see them?" I carelessly ask her. How stupid of me to not consider her feelings against this, I think now I know why I suck at interacting with people. 

She turned away and stood up, looking aimlessly at the cloudy sky. She walked away, a distant thunder roar followed her. 

"You should get going, Mide. A storm's brewing." Yujiro ordered. I shouldn't leave her here alone, but yeah I'll listen to her and be the stubborn person I am.

"How about you? You should come with me to my grandparents' home." I invited her so casually without thinking what I would do with her if I brought her with me. More importantly, what the others would think. Just thinking about it makes me feel kinda embarrassed. Coming back from the woods, bringing a girl with me.  

The clouds brought their tears with them, and little by little they started to cry. I cover my head with my hands, shading myself from their cries.

"No. I'll be fine out here, you go ahead and get yourself dry. I have some business to deal with."I wonder what she means by 'business'. Maybe she wants to pee in the rain, or she has some other stuff to-

"And no it's not that I'm going to pee here, something else. Now get your ass back in your house." Darn it. Thoughts crushed.

I head back to the house running like a newborn baby deer, tripping over every little leaf, running like it was the end of the world.

I headed back to the house just as it started raining cats and dogs. Sadly, I didn't make it back completely dry, I was half drenched.

"How was running off like old times, Mide-kun?" Yuki-san whispered, bringing a towel with him as he walked towards me. An answer flew by my head but then I suddenly realized that I never told him that I ran off when I was a kid. Strange...

"Wait, how'd you know that? I never told y-" I stopped to think a while to think of a culprit that saw me. Actually, I do remember a shadow that I always saw at the corner of my eye but I overlooked the situation back then. Wait, wasn't that person-, "OBACHAN TOLD YOU?!"

Yuki chuckled at me, his face glowing with excitement. He nodded his head and started threw the towel at me. 

"I wonder how your mom would react if she found out." Yuki-san smiled. Never thought that that old lady would stalk me even at night, crazy woman.

Yuki-san walked of and I dried myself of with the towel he gave me. When will this rain stop? I guess there's only one answer to my rainy thoughts.