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Ribbonchan
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Silver Sailor Ganymede PM
You probably don’t know who I am would the name ‘Nosaka Miho’ mean anything to you? Would the nickname ‘Ribbonchan’ stir any part of your memory? Oneshot.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Miho N. - Words: 406 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 6 - Published: 08-25-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2551224
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Ribbon-chan
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

You probably don't know who I am; would the name 'Nosaka Miho' mean anything to you? Would the nickname 'Ribbon-chan' stir any part of your memory? No? I thought as much. If I were still part of Mutou Yugi's gang of friends, then I know for a fact that you would know me, and yes, before you ask, I was a friend of Mutou Yugi. 'Was' being the keyword in that last sentence.

They forgot me soon after they met me… just like every other group of friends I had. Yes, they forgot me and so shunned me from their perfect group of friends. I don't know why, I don't think anybody does: and that's because nobody remembers me.

I used to be 'Ribbon-chan' to everyone in my class. Yes, 'Ribbon-chan'; I had no problems making friends until that time… until I was forgotten, and when that happened I became someone else, someone whom no one wished to befriend. I still don't know why.

The time when I was friends with them is merely a dim and distant memory. The time when I had friends is a dim and distant memory. My memories of friendship have faded… just like the photographs I have of the good times. But those photos are faded and dusty, hidden away in at the bottom of a box in the back of my closet. I only wish the memories could be hidden away that easily; I am tired of living in emotional agony, thinking desperately about what could have been, what should have been and what was reality once.

The only thing I cannot try to rid myself of is the ribbon. My beautiful yellow ribbon. I wear it in my hair out of habit, just as I have done for years. I could never get rid of the ribbon, no matter how much I want to. And it is the ribbon that reminds me of my past, a past of happiness and friendship, but two things I can never have again.

I used to be 'Ribbon-chan' to everyone, but no longer is that the case. I am now simply another nameless face: another memory that has faded quickly, just like the photographs… just like my yellow ribbon. But now… now I am 'Ribbon-chan' no longer.

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