Fight Me

Alive

Mikaela's Point of View

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.

You became the light on the dark side of me.

I turned, lying down with my back facing the bed. Music flowed through my ears since I had my earphones on. It had been playing a song that my foster mother had taught me on the piano.

My room was dark, and the only light that illuminated it was the moon's bright smiles. It helped me calm down, but at the same time, it made me feel lonely. It's not that much of a surprise though, I had always felt this way even without the moon's help.

I had just quit my job at the hospital I had been working for the past months. It's not that I was overly attached to the hospital or anything. I had no problem not being there. I guess I just got used to not being home all the time. Being separated from work just feels new to me.

"Did you know when it snows my eyes become large, and the light that you shine can be seen?" I quietly followed the words that the song had played.

I closed my eyes, trying to do my best to fall asleep. Images began to flash through my mind. A young boy was running away with me, we were being chased down, there was a struggle between a middle-aged man and me, and then... a fire.

I could hear him... that young boy. For the past years, I had dreamed of that boy screaming my name as I saw myself being pulled away from him and be pushed to flames.

Mika... he'd cry out to me.

A pain grew in my chest. I had always wanted to reach out to him every time I had that same old dream. I wanted to have the strength to save myself and run away with that boy. But... it always seemed like I was powerless.

It's strange how much thought I would put in that dream. It never happened in reality after all. But what was strange about it was how real it all felt. Even as I awake, I have this strong feeling that something similar to that dream happened in the past.

And that boy...

The questions of who he was, and if he was real had never escaped my thoughts. I had always wondered about him. Maybe it was childish to think this way, but I had always thought of looking for him.

I had no idea whether he was real or not, but I was always looking forward to meeting him. As a child, I was always dreaming of the day we'd become friends. We would play together someday, talk under the stars, and I could ask him all sorts of questions about himself.

You could say that the boy was one of the missing pieces I needed in my life. Although my mother, Krul, has taken good care of me, I had always seemed to feel empty. I had always felt like there was something missing... like there was something I needed.

My phone had rung abruptly. I looked at the screen as it flashed an unknown number. I took off my earphones and accepted the call as I placed the phone on my ear.

"H-hello? Who is this?" I asked.

An energetic voice had replied as I finished my sentence, "Mikaela! It's me!"

"Ah" I grew surprised at the one who spoke. "Hyakuya Yuu?" It couldn't possibly be him... but his voice was familiar. How did he get my number?

"Yes! I'm already home!" He said cheerfully. I could feel him grin on the other end of the line. The thought of him smiling had made me do the same. There was always something strange about him. The moment I laid eyes on him, my chest was all ticklish. It was the first time we had met, and yet I had this weird feeling telling me that we had met before.

"Oh. That's great to hear! How's your leg?" I asked with great interest.

"Doing good. Thanks!" He said with the same energy. Relief came through me. I was glad that he was okay. I know he was an i***t for letting his accident happen, but it was soothing for my part that he was fine.

This was one of the things that made Hyakuya Yuu seem so strange. I was worried like hell for a guy I barely even knew. I've known the other nurses and patients for months now, but this was the first time I had ever cared so much for someone.

"Well, I'm still pretty hurt though. I mean, someone decided not to show up and never told me." Yuu teased with a playful voice. I quickly panicked by his words, "N-no! I didn't mean to! There were some... um... complications here at home. I just-...."

He cut through my defense with a chuckle, "What are you talking about?"

I paused.

"Why are you panicking?" He said casually. I felt myself get all flustered, covering my face with embarrassment. I let out a sigh, "Nnnn... I'm really sorry, Hyakuya Yuu."

Then the tone of his voice softened. It had become soothing to hear, "It's okay... you can compensate by letting me find you."

"W... well I can't really go out," I said meekly. Yuu slightly whined with disappointed. This made my chest feel heavy as I bit my lip. I didn't like the thought of making him feel that way. "B-but I can give you my address. Sounds good?"

It wasn't a good idea to invite him to my house. Krul was okay with having visitors around, but it was my uncle that was the problem. He was a sarcastic bastard who would look down at just about anybody. My uncle was the last person I wanted Hyakuya Yuu to meet.

Typing down my address to Hyakuya Yuu, I indicated that he meet me in my room. Near my window was a tree that he could climb on. That way he can just enter the room through my window.

Click

I put down my phone, awaiting his arrival. From outside, I could roughly hear footsteps from the hall. It must be my uncle. Mother wasn't home yet. She had been traveling around the world to attend some business with work.

Sometimes I found it weird as to why my uncle lived here. The way he treated me had always been strange. He had a sweet tone, but his words were cruel. His actions were wrapped in warmness but contained coldness. He was probably one of the reasons why I had felt empty.

If only it had only been me and my mother.

Then I heard a knocking on my window. I immediately faced it to see a short-out-of-breath Hyakuya Yuu. He had sweat on his forehead, and his chest moved up and down. But Hyakuya Yuu had a wide and sincere grin in his face. It made me fluster in red.

Hyakuya Yuu really knew how to fill my emptiness. But he also gave me weird sensations. Just like this moment, I could swear I imagine being a princess stuck in a tower, and Hyakuya Yuu was a prince coming to save me.

Maybe I liked him. That's what I thought. I mean, he did interest me! I even gave him my number.

I ran to the window and opened it to let him enter the room. He smiled at me, "Long time no see."

"H... hey." I blinked. My cheeks were pulled as he pinched me. I flinched at the sudden action but did my best to not make noise. I remembered how my uncle was pacing back and forth in the house, so I quickly covered Hyakuya Yuu's mouth and shushed him.

I whispered, "We have to be quiet. My uncle is home, and he doesn't fancy the idea of having visitors around." Yuu nodded, and I stared at him. Then suddenly, I heard footsteps come towards my door. My eyes widened as my chest paced fast.

"Mika?" I heard my uncle call. I instantly held the doorknob, my hand still attached to Yuu's mouth. "Y-yes?" I stuttered. My eyes were completely glued to the doorknob, hoping it would not turn.

"I'm going out to attend some business. Do you want me to get you anything?" He said calmly. I felt a bitter taste at my mouth. It was unusual for my uncle to sound so kind. It felt so unreal, and a bit disgusting as I knew he would usually be faking it. "No... n-nothing."

"Alright." He said. I heard his footsteps fading away from the door. Yuu and I stayed quiet, waiting for to completely leave the house. I heard the front door creak open and closed, and then his car had left.

I let out a breath of relief. Then I felt my hand being moved, my skin brushing against Yuu's warm lips. He held his hand against mine, entwining our fingers and grasping my hand. I turned red at his gesture, "What are you doing?"

He smiled as he stared at my hand, observing every part of it, "Nothing. I just thought your hands would feel like ice since you always had this cold stare."

"What?" I swallowed then slapped his hand away. It didn't take me another second to pinch his cheeks hard. He yelped in surprise, "Hey! What was that for???" He then slapped his mouth and started whispering, "Crap! I have to keep quiet. Your uncle--..."

I chuckled at his reaction of paranoia, "He just left, moron."

He pouted, "Damn." crossing his arms and glaring at me, "Don't grin at me, you sadistic nurse."

"Sadistic? Why, do I have a killer smile?" I teased.

"WHAAAAAT?" he stood straight, surprised of my words. His cheeks turn a bright red, "P-please. Who was the one who gave me his number and a flirty note in the first place?"

My face copied the same color that developed on Yuu's. I gave an awkward laugh, "Uhm, no. I-I was simply challenging you. Remember, I said fight me!"

"Alright!!" He formed fists with both of his hands and boxed the air. His cheeks slightly puffed, and he had a trying-hard-angry look on his face, "Fight me! 1 v 1 baby!"

I blinked as I saw him do this. His childish gestures tickled me inside and out that I laughed so hard having tears in my eyes.

"Heh. You finally smiled."

My laughter ceased, and I looked at Yuu. He had a gentle smile on his face. It made me blush uncontrollably, and my chest pounds fast. He shook his head and placed his arm on my shoulders, "So now that your uncle isn't here, how about you show me around your place?"

I agreed to his request and began traveling the house together. All the while, Yuu had begun asking me about the life I had lived. How I was adopted by my mother, Krul, at the age of six. How she raised me with love and care, but my uncle treating me sarcastically. How I had always avoided attachment to others, and how I felt empty all these years.

We both ventured downstairs, reaching the black grand piano-centered in the living room. "Woah! Is this real?" Yuu eyed the instrument with amazement. I nodded and sat on its seat, "Yep. Want to hear me play?"

Yuu sat in the same seat. We were very close to one another, and I felt him touch my skin. It was tingly but nice. I tried my best not to show a reaction. "Yeah! Definitely!" He grinned.

"Alright." I smiled, opened the piano's cover and placed my fingers above the keys. I took a short breath before beginning the piano piece that I would play. Without thinking, I sang along as I played.

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.

You became the light on the dark side of me.

As I let the music take over my mind, my whole life appeared in my eyes. I remember it all. I was in an orphanage. My body had a lot of burns and wounds, and I was always alone. I never talked to the other children nor play.

Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

Then one day, Krul came to the orphanage. She had talked to all the children and then found me. Days after that, she would tell me her stories as she traveled. I was enchanted with how much life she had. Then she took me to her home.

But did you know,

Krul took me to a foreign country and had gotten me surgery to fix my burns. She was a loving mother. But I was mostly left to myself whenever she traveled. That was when my uncle had lived in with us. He was a sarcastic and cold bastard.

That when it snows,

I never liked my uncle, but I had put up with him because my mother had taken care of me, and I loved her.

My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Even though Krul had given me a lot of love, I had always felt a certain emptiness. That there was something missing...

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

I did not remember the life I had lived before I was in the orphanage. The only things that I could clearly recall were the feelings of being whole and happy. And then there was that boy that I kept dreaming about... he made me feel those feelings. Being whole...

The more I get of you,

The stranger it feels, yeah.

And just a week ago, another person had given me the same feelings.

I looked at Yuu who was observing me with awe. His green eyes sparkled amazement.

And now that your rose is in bloom.

Could it be possible Yuu was the boy I kept dreaming about all these years?

A light hits the gloom on the gray.