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smashconTitle: I'll come running
Author: stephage
Rating: PG
Prompt: “Better to fight for something than live for nothing.” - George S. Patton
Fandom/Series: The girl who leapt through time.
Word Count: 1066
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary:
It had been seven years sense Chiaki returned to his time, but Makoto is still holding on to their promise to be together once again. Will fate ever intertwine their lives, and reconnect their lost love?
I'll come running
It was a crisp autumn morning in Tokyo, the buildings glistened as the sun slowly accessed above the city skyline.
Makoto pulled back the curtains of her apartment window, the light seeped through, cascading over the dimly lit bedroom.
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Once again she was awake well before the blearing siren of her alarm,
Makoto didn't react she was lost in her thoughts, gazing vicariously across the ocean.
The water swirled around her feet, slipping through the grates of the drain beneath them.
Makoto hung her head loosely, as her fingers met the cold steel of the metal tap.
it was at this moment however that she noticed a strangely positioned smudge on her forearm, Makoto squinted through the steam and rubbed her it with her thumb vigorously.
She spent several hours each morning in perfect routine, combing her chin length black hair, and selecting an ensemble from her collection of classic pencil skirts and white button shirts.
The bus jolted to a slow stop.
"Tokyo historical museum" the bus driver grunted as the door hissed open.
Makoto worked at the museum along side her aunt Kazuko, her position required them to restore old relics that came into the museum, makoto had been working there since she graduated from high school.
A familiar face was waiting to greet her "early as always" mocked Kazuko, handing Makoto a cardboard cup of coffee.
Kazuko was a great deal taller then Makoto.
At one stage she was probably a very beautiful woman, being only a handful years older then Makoto they looked very similar, but time and circumstance had not been kind to her and she wore every adversary life ever handed her in multiple lines across her pale face.
"We have a few new pieces to look at today" she explained.
But Makoto wasn't paying much attention, her aunts voice trailed off as she stood to admire a particular piece of art, no one else took much notice of it, the painting hung insignificantly in compassion to some of the historical masterpieces that surrounded it.
It is said to have been painted long ago in the middle of a Great Depression, the artist created it to show there was still beauty in the world.
But it was much more than that to Makoto, to her it was a promise, a promise between two souls separated in time.
Seven years had passed sense Makoto last saw Chiaki, amidst the summer breeze on the same road they had traveled a hundred times together, when the future was nothing more then a distant illusion and young love could grow and blossom.
They had their whole lives ahead of them, or so it seemed, for all too soon Makoto learnt the hard truth that time waits for no one, and just as Chiaka had suddenly just appeared, so had he left, teachers and students alike just disregarded his sudden absence as just another misfit high school drop out.
No one could ever know the truth, this is the secret Makoto had kept locked away in the deepest regions of her heart.
For who would believe it, if she hadn't lived it Makoto herself wouldn't of believed it, time travel was a thing of fiction not fact.
Makoto peered longingly at the painting, everything around her ceased to exist, and the worries of the world melted away.
Memories of the past became her only consciousness, and in this she found solace from the emptiness that consumed her.
"Makoto....Makoto!" The sound of her own name penetrated her dream like state and she nodded back at Kazuko.
"Get your head out of the clouds! I was just asking when you got that weird tattoo"
Makoto screwed up her face in puzzlement, Kazuko's eyes where fixed on something peeking out below her sleeve.
Makoto turned her arm in her hand inspecting it further, "Why would you tattoo the number ten?"
Makoto spotted the smudge, only it wasn't a smudge her heart was pounding so loud she completely forgot where she was, the cup fell through the air and coffee splattered across the marble floor beside her, and there staring back hauntingly was the numerals zero and one etched in her skin.
Makoto collapsed onto the cold ground sobbing unconditionally, she might of been able to conceal her past but she could no longer escape her future, a future that was not yet her own.
"It's time" Makoto mumbled to her self.
Her aunt kneeled beside her with a knowing smile. "Go to him" she whispered.
Makoto smiled up at her with tears spilling over her cheeks, "I love you"
The two women shared a brief embrace before Makoto stood to her feet, wiping her eyes bravely.
Makoto struggled to lift the painting from the wall, her knees buckling against it's wight, she raised it high above her head and all at once hurled it to the ground, the glass shattered instantly, scattering it's shards across the marble floor.
Makoto carefully lifted the metal frame incasing the painting.
"You had better hurry, someone would of heard that!" Warned her aunt.
Makoto wrapped her arms around the painting and took off down the stairs, she ran as hard and fast as her legs could bare.
The cold air stung her face where her tears had landed, the pavement pieced the souls of her shoes.
Makoto stated at the horizon, Chiaki's name on her lips, "I've only got one shot!" She shouted.
The edge of the cliff in sight, she was ready, she had been ready for this moment for years, she knew she could never return, her life here would be over, but Chiaki was worth fighting for, a life without him was no life at all.
The ground beneath her disappeared and her feet fell through the air.
Makoto took a deep breath and jumped with all her might, clutching the painting and closing her eyes tightly, she fell, plummeting down towards the ragging ocean, suddenly she stopped falling.
Was she dead? Had the time leap failed? Makoto's mind raced as she gasped for air hysterically, frozen with fear she was unable to open her eyes.
Then she heard a voice call her name, it was the sweetest sound she had ever herd and fell on her ears like dripping honey.
Slowly Makoto opened her eyes, a figure of a man stood before her.
"Chiaki....?"
***
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Author: stephage
Rating: PG
Prompt: “Better to fight for something than live for nothing.” - George S. Patton
Fandom/Series: The girl who leapt through time.
Word Count: 1066
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
Summary:
It had been seven years sense Chiaki returned to his time, but Makoto is still holding on to their promise to be together once again. Will fate ever intertwine their lives, and reconnect their lost love?
I'll come running
It was a crisp autumn morning in Tokyo, the buildings glistened as the sun slowly accessed above the city skyline.
Makoto pulled back the curtains of her apartment window, the light seeped through, cascading over the dimly lit bedroom.
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep.
Once again she was awake well before the blearing siren of her alarm,
Makoto didn't react she was lost in her thoughts, gazing vicariously across the ocean.
The water swirled around her feet, slipping through the grates of the drain beneath them.
Makoto hung her head loosely, as her fingers met the cold steel of the metal tap.
it was at this moment however that she noticed a strangely positioned smudge on her forearm, Makoto squinted through the steam and rubbed her it with her thumb vigorously.
She spent several hours each morning in perfect routine, combing her chin length black hair, and selecting an ensemble from her collection of classic pencil skirts and white button shirts.
The bus jolted to a slow stop.
"Tokyo historical museum" the bus driver grunted as the door hissed open.
Makoto worked at the museum along side her aunt Kazuko, her position required them to restore old relics that came into the museum, makoto had been working there since she graduated from high school.
A familiar face was waiting to greet her "early as always" mocked Kazuko, handing Makoto a cardboard cup of coffee.
Kazuko was a great deal taller then Makoto.
At one stage she was probably a very beautiful woman, being only a handful years older then Makoto they looked very similar, but time and circumstance had not been kind to her and she wore every adversary life ever handed her in multiple lines across her pale face.
"We have a few new pieces to look at today" she explained.
But Makoto wasn't paying much attention, her aunts voice trailed off as she stood to admire a particular piece of art, no one else took much notice of it, the painting hung insignificantly in compassion to some of the historical masterpieces that surrounded it.
It is said to have been painted long ago in the middle of a Great Depression, the artist created it to show there was still beauty in the world.
But it was much more than that to Makoto, to her it was a promise, a promise between two souls separated in time.
Seven years had passed sense Makoto last saw Chiaki, amidst the summer breeze on the same road they had traveled a hundred times together, when the future was nothing more then a distant illusion and young love could grow and blossom.
They had their whole lives ahead of them, or so it seemed, for all too soon Makoto learnt the hard truth that time waits for no one, and just as Chiaka had suddenly just appeared, so had he left, teachers and students alike just disregarded his sudden absence as just another misfit high school drop out.
No one could ever know the truth, this is the secret Makoto had kept locked away in the deepest regions of her heart.
For who would believe it, if she hadn't lived it Makoto herself wouldn't of believed it, time travel was a thing of fiction not fact.
Makoto peered longingly at the painting, everything around her ceased to exist, and the worries of the world melted away.
Memories of the past became her only consciousness, and in this she found solace from the emptiness that consumed her.
"Makoto....Makoto!" The sound of her own name penetrated her dream like state and she nodded back at Kazuko.
"Get your head out of the clouds! I was just asking when you got that weird tattoo"
Makoto screwed up her face in puzzlement, Kazuko's eyes where fixed on something peeking out below her sleeve.
Makoto turned her arm in her hand inspecting it further, "Why would you tattoo the number ten?"
Makoto spotted the smudge, only it wasn't a smudge her heart was pounding so loud she completely forgot where she was, the cup fell through the air and coffee splattered across the marble floor beside her, and there staring back hauntingly was the numerals zero and one etched in her skin.
Makoto collapsed onto the cold ground sobbing unconditionally, she might of been able to conceal her past but she could no longer escape her future, a future that was not yet her own.
"It's time" Makoto mumbled to her self.
Her aunt kneeled beside her with a knowing smile. "Go to him" she whispered.
Makoto smiled up at her with tears spilling over her cheeks, "I love you"
The two women shared a brief embrace before Makoto stood to her feet, wiping her eyes bravely.
Makoto struggled to lift the painting from the wall, her knees buckling against it's wight, she raised it high above her head and all at once hurled it to the ground, the glass shattered instantly, scattering it's shards across the marble floor.
Makoto carefully lifted the metal frame incasing the painting.
"You had better hurry, someone would of heard that!" Warned her aunt.
Makoto wrapped her arms around the painting and took off down the stairs, she ran as hard and fast as her legs could bare.
The cold air stung her face where her tears had landed, the pavement pieced the souls of her shoes.
Makoto stated at the horizon, Chiaki's name on her lips, "I've only got one shot!" She shouted.
The edge of the cliff in sight, she was ready, she had been ready for this moment for years, she knew she could never return, her life here would be over, but Chiaki was worth fighting for, a life without him was no life at all.
The ground beneath her disappeared and her feet fell through the air.
Makoto took a deep breath and jumped with all her might, clutching the painting and closing her eyes tightly, she fell, plummeting down towards the ragging ocean, suddenly she stopped falling.
Was she dead? Had the time leap failed? Makoto's mind raced as she gasped for air hysterically, frozen with fear she was unable to open her eyes.
Then she heard a voice call her name, it was the sweetest sound she had ever herd and fell on her ears like dripping honey.
Slowly Makoto opened her eyes, a figure of a man stood before her.
"Chiaki....?"
***
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