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midsummer-afternoon · 1 year

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The Clockwork Man Chapter 2: Sakurasou

Notes: This is part of a bigger story project dedicated to Teru Mikami's past. It's still in the rough draft stage, so things may be subject to change. Please leave feedback if you enjoyed, it would encourage me greatly.

Middle school was another matter entirely. The more I confronted evil the more enemies I had to face. Victims would become participants and even the people watching would be influenced by evil and become enemies themselves. But for justice to triumph, it requires action so I realized to serve justice I had to delete evil.

Flute music blended into the spring atmosphere, where it was blue from the sky, bright green from the grass, and pink from the cherry blossom trees all reflected in the clear water running through the stream. Although Teru always loved his mother’s compositions, he could not help but think, this particular one, Sakurasou, had a sad tone to it.

His mother explained to him that she intended it to be that way because, sometimes, the most beautiful things in life were sad. At the time, Teru could not really understand what his mother meant by this. As he watched the cherry blossom petals fall from the trees and drift through the water, he wondered what middle school would bring.

—April 1st, Meisho Year 15, a new semester of Toyogaoka Middle School begins—

The teacher of the First Year, Class B introduced himself as Mashimo-sensei, and required every student in the class standup at their seat and give a short introduction about his/herself which consisted of their name and/or if they had any nicknames, their elementary school, and their hobbies.

Teru listened attentively as each boy and girl in his class stood up and gave their introductions. When it became his turn, Teru began, “I’m Mikami Teru. I attended Birakoshi Elementary School. My hobby is reading. Good to meet you.”

As Teru sat down, he heard one of the boys who sat behind him, Shibuki Soshu, snickered and muttered, “Nerd.”

That was only the beginning.

Shibuki, along with Haruno, Mikajima, and Oye went on to harass and attack Sakai Noboru, whom Teru tried to defend, but in the end, both Noboru and Teru became a bloody mess on the boy’s bathroom floor. The four boys beat people up, stole things, and broke school property but got away with it, because of a lack of evidence, but Teru knew.

By the end of the first week, Shibuki Soshu, Haruno Kyuichi, Mikajima Hachigoro, and Oye Junzo four of the worst delinquents, established themselves to be the “rulers” and the worst troublemakers of the class, maybe even of the entire freshman grade.

One afternoon, because the weather was warm and sunny, Teru thought about having his lunch on the benches of the school grounds. But when lunchtime came around, his bento had been stolen. There had been no way to find out who had stolen his lunch, it was as though it had vanished. However, Teru had suspicions it could have been the works of Shibuki, Haruno, Mikajima, and Oye.

Teru sat on the bench, frustrated, trying to figure out when and how it could have been taken from him. He was determined to take on all four of them if he had to, even if he did get beaten up again like last week when he ended up with a bloody nose from getting punched too many times and his glasses crushed by Oye.

While Teru was sitting hunched over, angrily staring at the floor, a shadow came into his line of sight. Teru turned to his right to see it was a girl, who had to be one of the upperclassmen because she looked big—taller than him and definitely passed 13 or 14 years old. She had wild, untamed dark brown hair, wide eyes, and was smiling which made Teru subconsciously soften his expression.

“Hey there! Is the seat beside you taken?” she asked.

“No... go ahead.” Teru answered as he moved further right to make room for her to sit.

“Thanks,” she continued in her bubbly voice.

Teru gazed at her for a moment, but remembering it was rude to stare, he looked back straight ahead.

“You’re not going to eat? Or, you finished your lunch already?” the girl asked him.

Teru looked back at her and responded, “No, I... lost it.”

The wild-haired girl’s expression went from happy to sympathetic.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she responded automatically. She then held out her wrapped bento towards Teru and continued, “Here. You can have mine.”

Teru’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you sure? Then, you won’t have anything to eat.”

The girl smiled once more, giggled, cleared her throat and joking said, “It’s okay, it’s the senior’s responsibility to take care of our younger ones. Go ahead, you don’t have to hesitate! I hope you like tamagoyaki, okura, and fishcake though.”

Teru bowed his head to her and thanked her as he accepted her lunch. He hesitantly unwrapped the bento box, took out her chopsticks and ate her lunch slowly.

“It tastes delicious.” Teru then said.

“I’m glad you like it!” the girl said with her smile that made him feel warm inside.

“Senpai, what’s your name?” Teru asked reluctantly, but he felt like he had to know.

“Hm? Oh, I’m Asakura Shoko. “Asakura,” spelled with the Kanji of “morning” and “warehouse.” “Shoko,” as in “shinning” and “child.” What’s yours?”

“I’m Mikami Teru. “Mikami,” as in “Mi” the Kanji from the word “bewitched,” and “kami” as in “above.” “Teru” is spelled with the same Kanji as your first name, “shinning.” He answered shyly.

“Wow! We share that one Kanji. I’m bad with remembering people’s names, but that makes it easier for me to remember yours!” Shoko said cheerfully.

But it matches you unlike me...You actually shine...when you smile, I can’t breathe. Teru thought to himself as he watched her face.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?”

Teru had to think for a moment before answering her question.

“I like reading, mostly. I enjoy the Morphbots manga, but I watch the anime too. But I... don’t have any specific favorite book or genre, I tend to read anything I can get my hands on. What about you?”

Shoko then crossed her arms, held her chin with her left hand, and looked up at the sky and said, “Hmmm. Definitely watching Godzilla movies and drawing!”

Teru was somewhat let down by her answer. He did not like Godzilla because Godzilla is not justice.

“Asakura-senpai, why do you like Godzilla?” Teru asked curiously, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“Because, his designs are so cool!” Shoko said enthusiastically, going into full-Godzilla fan mode.

“Have you seen Godzilla Y? Or Space Godzilla?”

Instead of feeling clarified, Teru felt even more confused.

“But if he was real, he would step on you. He’s not a nice guy,” He reasoned.

Shoko stared at him for moment, but broke into a giggle.

Her laugh is so charming...her smile...she’s pretty, maybe even beautiful...and perfect in every way... He thought as he watched her longingly.

“You should know, Godzilla saves humanity sometimes.”

Then Teru thinks, That’s not good enough, a hero has to save people all the time.

Teru noticed that lunchtime was almost over, he knew he didn’t want to give Shoko her bento box back without washing it clean first.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Teru says to Shoko.

He rushed to one of the faucets outside, he washes Shoko’s bento box and chopsticks the best he could and dries it with his handkerchief. He wraps and ties it with her lunch cloth and rushes back to Shoko.

He hands it back to her. Shoko accepts it with a grin and says, “Thanks.”

“No. I should be the one thanking you. It was good, senpai.” Teru blushes and looks down at the floor.

“You don’t have to call me ‘senpai,’ just ‘Shoko’ is fine.”

“But that’s...It seems too casual.”

The school bell rang which indicated that lunch was over. Shoko, before turning around waves goodbye and says to him, “Well, it was nice meeting you, Teru. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“It was...so good to meet you, too.” Teru stammered as he sadly watched her leave. He missed her even before her figure was lost in the crowd of other third years.

When Teru went back to class, he had forgotten all about trying to find who stole his lunch. His thoughts were replaced by her.

Shoko Asakura, who was as lovely as the sakurasou blossoms. The perfect girl. He wished he could eat her delicious cooking every day. He wished he could call her his lover, his wife.

That night he had dreamed about her. In his dream, he heard her laughter, he could see her naked from head to toe but she vanished as soon as she had appeared. He was lost in the woods and no matter how far he went, how fast he ran, he could never catch up to her.

Teru woke up that morning feeling simultaneously wonderful and sorrowful. He finally understood what his mother meant when she said in life, sometimes the most beautiful things were sad. Because Teru knew Shoko most likely had forgotten all about him already.

He knew Shoko wouldn’t be interested in him, someone like her must have had countless admirers. Not to mention Shoko herself probably had a crush on another guy, someone probably older and shines just as much as she does.

But, so what? Teru thought.

Even if she never likes me back, it doesn’t mean I can’t express my love to her in some way. I can do it in a way she doesn’t have to know that I’m the one who admires her. She deserved to know that she is loved, regardless.

With that, he takes the best quality paper he can find in his desk, a pen, and writes his first anonymous love letter to her

Notes: I wanted to imagine a scenario where Mikami falls for a woman who doesn't normally seem like his "type." After all, I don't think it is impossible for Mikami to have a crush on a bubbly, extroverted girl. I hope I was able to write the scenario in a believable way, though. And to clarify, in case you have never heard of "Sakurasou," it is the name of the Japanese Primrose. I chose this flower for its symbolic meaning of "eternal love." The source is here in case you want to take a look. Last but not least, a big thank you for reading this. 😊

#death note #death note fanfiction #death note headcanons #teru mikami #x kira #tokie mikami #OCs included #shoko asakura #middle school years

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ssarkosghost · 2 years

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Prelude to Destiny

Hi again, so here’s a bit of a prequel bit I wrote down for the last prompt I did for Arkos Week this year (here) on why Pyrrha is heading to Beacon when I got bit by a world-building bug for this AU, and thought why not share it. So enjoy😁

“Hiya!!” Pyrrha yelled as she bisected another training dummy with her spear. Not even a second had passed before she had pulled it back and spun, decapitating another dummy behind her.

“Your daughter continues to improve her skills,” an elderly woman dressed in purple and bronze stated as she lounged on a cushion, goblet in hand.

“Thank you, Matriarch Melan,” her companion said, another woman dressed in blues and greens.

“Oh, come now Tetha,” the older woman said as she placed her goblet down and adjusted herself to lock eyes with the other woman. “We have known and even bled for each other, no need for titles to separate us,”

“I disagree matriarch,” Tetha stated, and though her voice was neutral, her eyes simmered with annoyance. Matriarch Melan sighed and set down her drink before speaking again.

“Ah if that is how you want to be Tetha, I’m guessing you’re waiting for me to apologize for volunteering your daughter,”

“Yes, and an explanation why you’ve used my daughter for your games within the Synedrion,” Tetha bit back, “she is already a blooded companion, her life should be her own, not some pawn in a foreign land,”

“Ah yes, the Synedrion…” Matriarch Melan mused, “tell me Tetha, what have your husband’s merchants been saying amongst their drinks?”

A beat and the silence stretched on as Tetha recalled the various rumors and tales told among the workers that manned the ships of her family. Any Mistralian worth their station always took account of the whispers and loose stories, but the hard part is always which threads were one to follow. Course now that the matriarch had given her the keyword to focus on, Tetha could begin to piece together a picture.

“The archons of Dion are planning to try and raise a tyrant to head the league,” she stated, her voice a bit faint at the incredulous notion.

“That is the prevailing theory,” Matriarch Melan said as she grabbed her goblet for another drink. “Supposedly they are cozying up to Atlas so they can have military assistance should the vote not go their way,”

“It explains why they have leased Atlas a significant part of the Argus port…and so the rest of the Synedrion now wants to see if aligning with Vale will help keep Atlas from interfering militarily?”

“No,” Matriarch Melan’s voice hardened significantly, her eyes narrowed and a scowl formed on her face as she turned to watch Pyrrha impale one of the ranged targets with perfect accuracy. How she earned to be able to just be a companion again like the younger girl. To deal with issues bluntly by force with only her fellow sisters around her. Sadly, those days were long over and now she had to solve issues subtly less her enemies attempted to interfere for their own gains.

“No?” Tetha asked her angry slowly returning, “then why have you pushed for her attendance to this Beacon? She should be out with her sisters in the interior or among our kingdom’s ships, earning herself glory,”

“And what makes you think glory is not here Lady Nikos,” came the matriarch’s response as she finally sat up and stared down Tetha. “Is not performing a favor for the Matriarch of the Amazons a glorious endeavor?”

“Not when she is being sent on a task that a spy would be better suited for,” Tetha bit back. Yes, serving for the Amazons was a glorious calling, one she herself had been a part of. This task however just smelled like a political spectacle, a feeling that was only further enhanced with this conversation.

“Oh Tetha,” Matriarch Melan drawled, “I don’t want her to spy on Vale’s methods, I want her to crush them,” she finished as she crushed the goblet in her hand.

“What?” Tetha asked, somewhat confused by what was going on.

“I want Pyrrha to show that Vale needs to align with us, to provide a counterbalance to the encroaching Atlas influence, or potentially face a Great War where both of their enemies are now stronger, while they have weakened.” The matriarch finished as she reached for the grapes.

“So, it’s a show of force then?” Tetha asked, to which she was given a nod. “Not exactly a better reason either,”

“Of course, no one likes their child being a simple showpiece, though I feel like this can be an opportunity for young Pyrrha,” Matriarch Malen stated as she stood up

“How?” Tetha asked

And with that Matriarch Malen smirked, “Pyrrha!” she called out, and as the young girl turned, hurled the crushed goblet at her. Pyrrha reacted in an instant, stretching out her hand to stop the incoming bolt of metal. In mid-air.

Silence dominated the area as all there took in what had just happened.

“You…you knew?” Tetha asked as she stood up and made her way to stand with her daughter.

“Yes, though you are to be commended, her skills were well hidden,” Matriarch Melan said as she sat back down, “and you needn’t worry, I would never give someone so skilled over to the Seers or Hecatite Cults,” she finished, “your skill Pyrrha is too much to be stuck behind those ancient has-beens,”

“But they’re getting suspicious aren’t they,” Tetha stated, worry creeping into her voice.

“Yes, moves are being made, but so far it’s just feelings from them, for now, they can’t act just yet,” Matriarch Melan responded.

“So, this is also for my protection?” Pyrrha finally spoke up, moving out from behind her mother.

“Partially, like I was telling your mother I see an opportunity for you,” the matriarch said as got herself comfortable again.

“Which is,” the young warrior asked as she and her mother joined the matriarch.

“To harness your gift, of course,” spoke the matriarch as she grabbed some more grapes. “After all, if you can fully incorporate it into your fights by the end of your time there, then perhaps we can push for new forms of integrating those gifted by the gods into our nation other than leaving them locked up in temples or bound to archons.”

“You want to remove their power,” Tetha stated, her mind now wondering just how much her old mentor had planned for this move.

“Yes,” Matriarch Melan responded, “they have enjoyed strangling the development of our nation, keeping so many bright and skilled youths for themselves, all the while they plot to keep the Synedrion aligned with them.”

“So not only is this a move against those at Dion, but you also seek to disrupt those factions as well,” Tetha bit out. Her anger was returning, this was something far larger than she envision.

“Yes Tetha, because no one else sees the danger they are welcoming to our home,” Matriarch Melan said, “the other factions do not see it…” she paused for a moment, her eyes staring unfocused at the horizon. “But I will not push, this is still Pyrrha’s choice—"

“I will accept this task,” Pyrrha suddenly spoke out, startling the two women. A moment passed as the two older women looked at the young girl

“Haha, the exuberance of youth,” Matriarch Melan said while Tetha simply sighed. She had seen the look in Pyrrha’s eyes, the fire of duty blazed brightly, just like her father. There would be no stopping her daughter now.

#RWBY #RWBY AU #Medieval-RWBY-AU #or is it a fantasy au now?#Pyrrha-Nikos #OCs included

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imbeingtauntedbyachild · 2 years

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Shaking everyone by the shoulders art requests NOW

#og post #ocs included #idc just have it be related to demon slayer or smthg

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weatherbane · 6 months

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halsin: -mermaid hair flip- everyone else: pathetic bleating

#halsin #bg3 #bg3 art #bg3 fanart #astarion #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll #i am included in this everyone else scenario #man has no right making me feel the way he does #my ocs #tav: sevinna #weatherdraws

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bitchapalooza · 1 year

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Send me YOUR blorbos and I’ll tell YOU what I assume about them!

#ocs included #you can give me links too if you don’t wanna be off anon to send photos #idk I just think this would be a fun little game after work #talkies #ask game

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hauntingrabbits · 2 years

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Peak character design

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hollow-indigo · 6 months

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5000 notes and I’ll answer ANY question about ANY of my OCs. no vagueness, no riddles.

edit: disclaimer: some vagueness will have to be upheld for Wisteria lore upon request

#grape flavored ramblings #I severely doubt this will happen but I think it’s funny to taunt you guys (affectionately)#disclaimer: this barely applies to The Lost Child as I am not legally allowed to share a large portion about them.#This deal does not include: batteries. stickers. tomato soup. F@t4L C0rrŪpt!0n Fallen. garlick bread or gnomes #undertale #undertale au #undertale oc

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valgeristik · 8 months

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i dont think he remembers what a normal meal is, nor does he care

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #baldur's gate oc #aino bg3 oc #kunst huli #ainos like i love you but this is unacceptable #inspired by the auto choice function when choosing camping supplies #other gems included: 8 bottles of wine and 2 raw fish #id imagine itll happen once someone lets astarion make dinner again #and its like guys. have we learned nothing #too sleepy to draw that tho so

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caffstrink · 1 year

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This was supposed to be only a shitpost doodle but i have mental issues

#rouxinol #oc #its been a while since ive drawn them so that's probably what kept me going #i didnt forget their scar i just decided not to include it #art #original

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puppyeared · 5 months

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wanna see a magic trick? 🪄🎩

#YEAYYYY i like drawing this guy #now that i think abt it i cant remember the last time i saw a furry with tattoos.... ive decided not to think too hard about how it would #work but i think i like the idea of him getting playing card tats on his ears would be cool ^_^#apparently anthro species on furth include birds and mammals and i think fish amphibians and reptiles are non anthro #so instead of whipping out doves he would make white butterflies appear out of his hat :o)#its sort of meant to tie in with the ruffles on his shirt resembling a butterfly!!! i thought id make it close to a swallowtail so #that way its easy to see at a glance. i think that would look really cool irl #he looks a lot like joker p5 now that i look at it... it wasnt intentional but the red eyes and black messy hair is obvious huh #oh but the way his hair curls in the front isnt strictly in one direction just so that its easy to draw lol. its meant to curl around his #hat brim a little bc i thought it would look cool #my art #myart #my oc #oc #sleight #laika's comet #laika's comet oc #fan character #furry #furry art #fur

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friendlyfangs · 3 months

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Everyone's favorite sleepy guy

(he/they)

#my art #furry #furry art #i need to get into the habit of including the ocs names and pronouns so i'll make tags for them i think #oc: ash

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midsummer-afternoon · 1 year

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The Clockwork Man Chapter 4: Yoyake Forest

Notes: This is part of a bigger project dedicated to Teru Mikami's past. It's still in the rough draft stage, so things may be subject to change. I will leave a warning here that this chapter can be both despressing and maybe even disturbing for some readers. Please approach with caution. This is by no means click bait or a trap, but an honest description.

There will always be consequences for evil deeds. That is the way the world is, the way it should be.

At first, Teru was struck with grief and sadness. His body trembling heartily, tears ran down his cheeks. His mother’s funeral was a quiet event. With the only woman who cared for him now gone, Teru felt more alone in the world than ever before.

Teru had no other family left to take care of him, so he lived by himself. He was required to move to a one-room apartment and the government provided him the finances for food, electricity, and water. Every once a week, a social worker would come in to check up on him, to see he was doing everything that he was supposed to. These things included trash disposal, keeping the apartment clean, keeping up with school, etc. He was allowed to be provided this kind of assistance until he was 18, then he was on his own.

Upon the deaths of Shibuki, Haruno, Mikajima, and Oye, Teru could not stop himself from thinking, that their victims—no, not only them, but the classroom as a whole would be much happier now those four were dead. And he found himself to have been correct. The classroom became a peaceful place full of smile and laughter. Teru then thought that the bullies got what they deserved and his mother was punished as well for her idleness in the face of evil. The rest of the school year passed without any further major events, except Teru knew that this was the first and last year in middle school he would share with Shoko.

However, one day when he briefly spied on her, he found out that she would be attending Toyogaoka High School, so he felt secure that as long as he was able to enter the same high school upon his graduation, he would be in school with her again. Although that would be two years into the future.

For the rest of middle school, Teru did not make much effort to be social. The only exception to this would be when he knew he had to stand up for justice, when he had to correct somebody who was straying from the right path. He always tried to redeem them when he would meet such a person, but the closer they grew to adulthood, the less likely they were to ever reform. Teru was no longer as interested in people as he had been before. He devoted himself to his studies. He continued to do this and when he was in the third year of middle school, he got a part-time job in the back of a factory to save money for his future. He studied with the goal of entering Toyogaoka High School because it was the best possible option of a high school for him to attend during this time and it was his chance to be with Shoko once more. Sometimes during his free time, he would read his mother’s favorite novels that she left behind.

—April 1st, Meisho Year 18, a new semester of Toyogaoka High School begins—

During the entrance ceremony, Teru could not help but be reminded of the time he entered middle school. Except this time, he knew that when he went home his mother would not be there to congratulate him. Time did not even make sense to him anymore. No matter how much of it passed, it was as though he could never move on from the day he lost her forever.

Every November 12th, when his mother’s birthday came around, Teru made it his tradition to listen to her compositions. Doing this was always a strange experience. Perhaps it was because there had been a time in life when he could hear her play her songs right in front of him, now he only had these recordings that capture the moments when she was still here.

He tried to avoid thinking about it too much, for he was a logical person who did not waste time going to downward emotional spirals that would lead him nowhere, but he is not able to evade the fact everybody had someone they would do almost anything to bring back.

In my case, it’s my mother or, it was supposed to be my mother. He thought to himself, frustrated that he was being unproductive.

But she was part of the reason I came to understand true injustice of the world...I learned by watching her. She never said it to me directly, but I could tell she’s someone people take advantage of. She was soft, kind, and gentle, the perfect target for manipulation, harassment, pushing extra work onto, and taking your anger out upon. She had a strong sense of responsibility as a convenience store manager, no matter what day or for how many hours she worked prior, she went to her workplace whenever she was called. I hated seeing her overworked and exploited. I wanted the world to be a better place...for people like her, too.

He decided to distract himself by taking a shower and going straight back to his studies. The first year in high school, along with the next two, was one with many academic successes for Teru. But there was no progress in his social life and even though one of his ambitions for attending Toyogaoka was the chance to see Shoko again, he could not muster the courage to go talk to her. Watching her from afar became his favorite hobby, along with almost borderline stalker tendencies of spying on her whenever he got the chance. He left her a second anonymous love letter on Valentine’s Day.

Teru was not proud of this. But he also didn’t know how he was supposed to approach or interact with her. He wasted his whole first and the last high school year he would ever share with her. By the last days of the semester, he knew it was too late to approach her. He was sure Shoko would move on to working or college or trade school...He couldn’t imagine she would want to go on dates with someone who was still a first year going on to the second year of high school while she was a senior on her way out.

It occurred to him he had wasted all that time, yet, he also wasn’t sure if he ever had a chance with her to begin with. He decided that as much as he hated himself for never having the courage to approach her in-person, he wanted her to hold onto something from him. He wrote his final anonymous love letter to her as a goodbye gesture.

He wrote everything he liked about her, from her hair, her eyes, her figure, her smile... From their brief interaction from long ago and the times he spied on her; he picked up she was a nice girl and... a class clown. Teru somehow found this to be unexpectedly adorable, maybe his infatuation with her made him blind to any potential flaws. But it was clear to him Shoko’s sense of humor was not poor taste in any way, she was simply bad at telling jokes. She was not funny no matter how hard she tried. However, he wanted her to keep trying her best. He made sure to write to her that the world could be a cruel place and she may face times it would drain her; he wanted her to never stop smiling anyway. Because she was beautiful and shinning like no else can ever be.

Teru’s heart pounded hard against his chest as he slipped the letter into her desk and left the classroom as soon as possible. It felt bittersweet to him, knowing this would be the last time he ever does this.

Two years later, Teru graduated valedictorian from Toyogaoka High School himself. He is accepted into Kyodo University. Teru makes arrangements to move out of the apartment and into the dormitory. He had to move from Gumyo prefecture to Kyoto prefecture. Despite it had been a lot of work, Teru was relieved. He knew he never had plans on staying in his hometown Omichigashima, for the rest of his life. In fact, the only place within Gumyo he would have wanted to live was in the prefecture capital, Gumyo Shintoshin. But he knew this would not be possible until he gets a high-paying job and he preferred to live in a more impressive place like Kyoto, anyways.

Maybe it was out of an act of rebellion. Maybe it was simply out of curiosity. But during Teru’s years in university, he once decided to go to the Yoyake Forest aka the Forest of Dreams, despite his mother’s warning from all those years ago. Teru made sure to do it on a Friday, so he could head out to the train station as soon as classes were over, he could stay in Tokyo on Saturday night, and on Sunday spend the rest of his day traveling back home to Kyoto.

After Teru arrived to Tokyo by bullet train and took a taxi to reach To-Oh, Japan’s number one university, he headed further north by foot, to reach Yoyake Forest. Even Teru was not exactly sure why he was doing this. For he believed his mother did not want him to go there for legitimate reasons. He trusted that his mother was not trying to deprive him of anything good. And based on his Gentle Japan searches, he was able to gather the forest was a suicide hot spot. But none of this was enough to make him want to stop and reconsider. He felt the need to do this—see and experience this with his own eyes.

At first sight and upon entering, Teru sensed nothing creepy or strange about it like he thought. Quite the contrary it was...irresistibly appealing, even someone as stoic as him could not help but be impressed. He finally understood why it was nicknamed The Forest of Dreams. It almost seemed too beautiful to be real.

He walked around a small lake as he reached a small, dark house. It was definitely old, the architecture looked like it was a design of the Taisei era, but could it be even further back?

Teru was never one to be irresponsible or do stupid things, he prided himself on his maturity and intelligence. However, he let his curiosity get the better of his common sense and he decided to enter this abandoned, old house.

The inside was as dark as it looked on the outside, but because it was only 3 in the afternoon, the sunshine kept it light enough to see. Teru being so sure he must be alone because of how quiet it was. Unexpectedly however, as he walked further in, he heard what sounded like footsteps of a person frantic to leave. Teru went back to see the direction the noise was coming from when a teenage girl dressed in high school uniform runs down the stairs and her eyes meet his. The girl had white skin, untamed black hair with bangs swept over to the side, with striking features almost identical to his—except in a lovely, feminine way.

Mother, Teru thinks to himself, in disbelief and confusion.

Tokie looks just as shocked and confused as he was...and additionally looked terrified at the sight of Teru. Her mouth opened as fast as it closed, she blinks, and runs out of the house.

Just as Teru made up his mind to chase after her, the sky instantly turned dark and it had become nighttime in a matter of minutes, when it should only still be around 3 noon. He hurried to the front door and as he opened it, a voice called out to him.

One of his college professors, Mrs. Amachi who taught International Law, was shaking his arm and Teru looked up to her. He was back in his first period Friday class full of other students and he apologizes to her for falling asleep. Some of the adolescents sitting by giggled. But the teacher turns back to him, having took the form of Tokie’s rotting corpse, tells him, “Don’t be sorry for that. Be sorry for entering that forest when I told you not to!”

Notes: I would like to take this opportunity to provide some explanations and context that might be needed to understand this chapter. First, Teru's living conditions after his mother died and having no family members left to take care of him is not an accurate reflection of reality. A middle schooler in this situation would most likely be sent to an orphanage, in high school if the teen had enough money left by their parents they could live alone. But rather than putting Teru in an orphanage, I thought him living alone since 13 years old would be more interesting, so I made the laws different for this universe (it's fiction anyways). Second, Gentle Japan is canon Death Note universe's version of Google, you can see this in the anime. Third, when Teru enters the haunted house in the Yoyake Forest, he momentarily falls into a time warp and encounters Tokie when she was a teenager. Tokie went there pondering upon suicide, but changed her mind, ran down the stairs to see her future son (unbeknownst to her). Because she doesn't understand, she is afraid and runs away. Last but not least, the final scene in this chapter...Teru is transported back into earlier that same day and has a hallucination of Mrs. Amachi turning into Tokie's rotting corpse, yelling at him. That was not really Tokie or her ghost, but an illusion created by the curse of the Yoyake Forest. Yoyake Forest, as you have probably already gathered, is haunted and the curse touches anybody who enters it. This is why Tokie warned Teru not to go there. Thank you for reading this and the next chapter is the final one.

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