The wish that ruined everything

By Coco

(Wish 1)

Every year she appeared. This was the tenth since his birth. There was a legend that a descendent of darkness must have a descendent of light close to they're heart for balance. He wondered if this spectre provided this light as no one alive seemed capable of doing so.

And now the ghost that haunted his dreams, did so once again. This time she asked for what he wished for. He wished for a friend.

(Wish 2)

Was that the moon hung like a beautiful shiny pearl against the blanket of night, so lonely, so cautious? It remained so steady, reflecting silver upon the shiny stars.

Of course that was the ominous moon carrying out it's duties.

And Kazutaka was it's audience, perched in the centre of a ring of rose bushes. He stood lost to time, feeling and thought, there was a dizziness about this place that had him caught there, unmoving. Forbidden to continue on to another destination.

Not yet anyway.

He'd been standing in that nature for quite a while. Pale strips of hair floating before sad moonlit eyes as they stared upon that moon.

The golden ringlets of the porcelain doll he held tightly to his chest brushed, against his cheek. Soothed, he closed his eyes and buried his head into its crown of blonde hair.

There was a pull as well, a soft awakening of cool air that caused the boy to jump and look up.

What could that have been? Had the ghost returned to him already, and during waking hours?

Another boy, a tad younger perhaps, had indeed swept past him.

Just as he was about to continue running on in his hurried journey, the boy stopped, and looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the statuesque youngster behind.

Perhaps he didn't mean to, but swirling around he stared at the muted youth, who clung tighter now to his precious doll.

The curiosity that seemed to ripen his features with keen interest caused Kazutaka to shudder, caution and embarrassment not failing to prickle his skin throughout the draggings of this sinister silence.

The mystery boy approached Kazutaka now, began to lean in further, the freaked out Kazutaka still clinging for dear life to his doll, he even took a step back.

It didn't fail to reach poor Kazutaka's notice either that the boy was ever so slowly advancing on him. Neither did the fact that the peering eyes that met his own were odd, inhuman-yet captivating. So strange, an amethyst purple that shone so violently, especially now they met his own.

The other boy now beamed, breaking the silence with a merry "Hello there!",

Kazutaka jumped, "Hur?",

The stranger suddenly shot out his hand,

Kazutaka just starred at the happy out raised palm before him,

Impatience seemed to be something the other boy was not gifted with, he merely gawped happily at the pallid skinned boy waiting for him to take up his hand.

As the scene began to drag, silence out doing it's stay, an idea suddenly hit the mysterious boy like a bolt of lightning, how inconsiderate of him, no wonder! He spat on his hand then wiped it on his pants,

"There all clean", he announced plopping the still wet looking palm out between them.

Kazutaka grimaced in disgust,

"I'm Asato Tsuzuki, call me Tsuzuki though" Tsuzuki grinned like a fiend and hiccupped on a cheerful chuckle as he asked, "what's your name?",

The silent boy frowned, almost pouting whilst he done so,

"Why do you want to know?", he retorted, Tsuzuki blinked, not expecting an answer like that at all. He pulled his hand back and scratched his messy dark hair. He was perplexed.

"Uuh, because, um, weell, uh-you see-where I'm actually you-" he shrugged "Well I told you mine-so it's only fair, right?",

The other boy seemed to consider this for a good length of time before confirming with a small nod, still wondering, "I guess so..."

"Good! What should I call you then"

"Kazutaka Muraki", Tsuzuki beamed with delight,

"Okay then! Nice to meet you Kazutaka Muraki!", Muraki cradling his delicate Sophie on his elbow covered his ears briefly, irritation barely hidden from his face. The seemly gentle nature of this Tsuzuki, along with his open mannerisms stirred Muraki, he couldn't identify the cause for it, but it made him feel as though he was tearing. At home for so long-alone for such time, such human interaction throttled him. Eventually he cried,

"What do you want from me?", just as Tsuzuki was reaching for Muraki's shoulder, instead Tsuzuki started stunned.

He watched the intriguing, almost broken looking boy shiver and recoil back, pressing his dear doll closer to his chest.

'Strange...'

Suddenly a twinge of guilt pinched Tsuzuki as he gazed at Kazutaka Muraki, he was always good at feeling guilty, so he approached the strange boy,

And apologized, "I'm really sorry, sometimes I can be a real big mouth, you know", he lamented softly,

He pressed forward his finger in Muraki's direction, Muraki starting suspiciously as Tsuzuki used the digit to brush back a strip of silver hair from the boys pinkening face.

Calmer now Muraki felt compelled to then peer into coaxing violet eyes, tender like the petals of crimson roses. So tender, and blessed, blessed along with pert pink lips and a kind smile. He wondered if this was the friend he asked for, if it could possibly be, that for once, a wish came true.

Warmth. This did not exist in the Kazutaka household, so basking in it now was a mesmerizing peculiarity.

Muraki's cheeks coloured a further soft pink, "uh it's alright", he replied taking a step back, not knowing quite why,

"What's her name?"

"Hur?", Muraki looked to where Tsuzuki was pointing, oh he was talking about Sophie, Muraki smiled at the thought of the inanimate friend in his arms,

"This one is Sophie"

"Oh you have others?"

"Yes", Muraki nodded for emphasis,

"Wow, she's very pretty", the boys eyes gleamed,

"Yes I know, but she needs a new dress, Victoria's dress is much prettier, the dress makes all the difference you know", Tsuzuki taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm to talk simply blinked,

"Oh, okay"

They spoke a little more when a female voice called out,

"Coming Ruka, well I gotta go, we might bump again into each other one day, I live quite far so..."

"Oh", disappointed, "I wish you could meet me again"

"I'm sure I will, well goodbye"

"Goodbye, Tsuzuki"

(Wish 3)

The river was a murky looking colour, but not so much as to steal away the waters initial beauty. The circle of tree's flickered with the temperament of the wind. Tsuzuki and Muraki sat at the river bank, side by side, Tsuzuki fishing with Sophie comfortably between them.

"Why are your eyes that colour?",

"I donno, it's pretty cool though hur?", Tsuzuki threw a pebble into the river, watched the ripples echo across the surface like the flow of time,

"Uh-yeah I guess",

"You don't like 'em?", Tsuzuki threw in another rock,

"No, they're very pretty, but what about other people", Muraki turned, frowning at Tsuzuki, "stop doing that or you'll never get any fish", he complained

Tsuzuki shrugged nonchalantly, "They don't mind, sometimes they stare but I don't mind that either, my sister says I'm very lucky, back in the olden days, people with different physicality's were ostracized by society", he smiled quaintly, "I don't think I could take that"

"Oh, I guess your very lucky then",

"Yes I am", Tsuzuki shifted onto his knee's suddenly and poked his own face into Muraki's, Muraki chocked,

"Your eye's aren't all that common. They look the same colour as your hair, well almost",

Muraki blinked entranced by the purple that met him, "do, you not like my eyes?", he asked bashfully, Tsuzuki slipped back onto his bottom and shrugged again,

"They're gorgeous as Ruka always says, but eyes are just eyes right"

"I always heard they were the window to the soul",

Tsuzuki lowered his head somberly as though every note of that phrase had cracked the usually merry wind out of him,

"What's wrong?", Tsuzuki started,

"Hur?"

"Have I upset you?", Tsuzuki chuckled,

"Of course not, I was just thinking, that's all", Tsuzuki swiped his hand across the ground in search for the basket of muffins he brought, unfortunately he's hand accidentally met with poor Sophie's head instead.

Sophie fell into the river bank.

Muraki had practically shrieked as his beloved doll drifted out, slowly sinking as she floated away, eventually fading from view altogether.

"SOPHIE!"

Tsuzuki leapt into action, with Muraki too stunned to even move.

He'd finally bought her that lacy blue dress he'd promised her that yesterday night when she sat alone like himself at the window of his room. Now his promise meant nothing in the face of her annihilation. He'd even forgotten that Tsuzuki had shouted 'don't worry I'll get her', and was at that moment getting ready to dive in like a-

"You fool!", Muraki cried, grabbing hold of his friends arm as he got ready to leap into the murky waters below,

"It's too deep, you'll drown",

"I'm a good swimmer let go!"

"It doesn't matter if your a good swimmer or not, if you go into those waters it will take you down and kill you! It has to many before"

"But your doll, don't you want Sophie back!"

"It's okay I have you!",

That must have hit somewhere on Tsuzuki, because his amethyst eyes shone with immense conviction as he grabbed his friends shoulders and glared into cool coloured orbs and declared wholeheartedly

"I promise, I WILL get your Sophie back"

Though inside Muraki wished over and over in his head for his Sophie back himself, he didn't mind it's absence as much as he thought he would, because...

Muraki screamed in a fury of denial, "his not dead, how DARE you say such rubbish-he is not dead!"

"You'll have to except it, he fell into the riverbank drowned, end of discussion!"

A gasp, "He fell where?"

"Into the river bank child don't you listen!"

"I promise, I WILL get your Sophie back"

Muraki felt his heart fall, "he must of gone back in for Sophie", he whispered

Another gasp, "what's that!"

"A doll, was there a doll with him!" Muraki cried

"What? This stupid doll? found it on him when we got his body out"

Was it just Muraki, or was the room spinning?

(The wish that ruined everything)

The ghost appeared, this time Muraki demanded a wish before she even got a chance to ask. He wished that he and Tsuzuki had never met, that Tsuzuki was born far away to ensure that they wouldn't meet, in fact he wished that they were born in totally different times so that it was certain they would never meet. The ghost granted his wish.

(A wish can't change fate)

Tsuzuki felt as though he had heard that voice before, somewhere in a distant existence, but maybe it was just the pure sensuality of it that caused him to feel dizzy yet totally at home within it's tone. He looked away from the unconscious little girl on the ground and looked up at the doctor.

Thank goodness he'd arrived, he wouldn't know what to do if the girl got any worse, or god forbid, died right there before him. With the uncertainty that lingered with his new partner, and the feeling of fleeting that surrounded one of his old, it was nice to find someone who could bring some reliable positivity into his life.

Right?

fin