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Mika Sasaki

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Re: Kaya's Home
« Reply #195 on: August 13, 2012, 05:56:18 pm »
Mika looked at Kaya seriously, thinking how to best explain the answer to her question.  She took a breath, "Well..." she started.  "Something drew me to the hospital in the abandoned town.  While I was there something was chasing me, and a young boy shade named Hunter helped me get away from it."  She wrung her hands lightly, she'd never told anyone what really happened.  "When he got me into a safer location, he, well he wasn't really a young boy.  Hunter was another child at the orphanage I grew up in.  He died in that hospital when he was 18."  She frowned lightly, still not happy about that.

She continued with the story.  "We spent some time together in that hospital.  He wanted nothing more than to protect me, even when we were young.  He helped me remember some things that had become hazy in the slew of remembering who I was.  I felt really drawn to him.  He was so physical there in that closet.   He calls me little angel."  She looked down.  "He kissed me, and I didn't stop it."

"Hunter visits me, and I visit him my dreams.  When Shinji was in the underworld he was there watching over me until I would go after him.  He calls himself my black knight."  She said quietly.  "He is always there when I need him.  I still visit him in my dreams, he acts as my guardian angel most of the time.  I don't know why he thinks I'm special enough to protect so fervently."  She said seriously.  "But I can't say I'm sad he does."
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Swallow me under and pull me apart
I understand, there's nothing left
Pain so familiar and close to the heart
No more, no less, I won't forget

I thought you said forever over and over
this sleepless night becomes, bitter oblivion
these thoughts run through my head, over and over
complaints of violins... become my only friends"