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Swan Song

We couldn?EUR(TM)t quite make it?EUR? The other half of the blue plate is still lying in my room. She was a dream that I couldn?EUR(TM)t…

Somewhere outside of time and space…

He’s gone… It didn’t matter… wherever he wanted me I would go. To our past to fix mistakes there and stop new ones… if he…

Saturday, June 27th – Evening

I quickly get out of the ink-splattered kimono and into a lighter yukata. It’s late enough… Frowning slightly at the stains. Next time I take…
Ito

Saturday, June 27th, 1885 – Afternoon

Work has been exhausting and having to keep an eye on Makoto all week… not just for her sake but some of the employees would…
Ito

June 26, 1885 – Thinking

I didn?EUR(TM)t have anytime at all to stop by Hide?EUR(TM)s place the past few days. That man works like a fiend but I must say…
Ito

Caught!

Hide: So the writer is working on a site about me and my family, at least as we are in the “NHK Tagia Drama”. SafetyGirl:…

Monday, June 22nd 1885 – Back to work…

“So you’re -finally- back,” Sugiyama-san was initially cool, and ran off to see to her usual duties. Makoto went happily with Aiko-san, her old friend.…
Ito

Now I come to you…

*enters, arranges a picture just so* Lying beside you here in the dark Feeling your heart beat with mine Softly you whisper You’re so sincere…

“Do you think she’ll notice?” I ask Isuzu-chan. We walk behind her father, and he’s singing, so we walk a little further back. Takeshi-kun runs…
Ito

Evening stroll

?EURoeHere.?EUR? Handing Saya a kilo of Hamachi, I stretch. It?EUR(TM)s not bad for a first day out at sea although I could use a bath,…
Ito

Row row row your boat… Gently down the sea… Merrily merrily… Ahou ga.

After being dragged by Saya to Miyake-san, I had to apologize for not coming back on time and being late today. The man is annoyed…
Ito

June 21st, 1885 – Mid-day

Lunch comes and goes and still no word… I’m putting up dishes after cleaning up and as I reach up into the cabinet, my hand…
Ito

June 21st, 1885 – Morning

I wake slowly as the first light comes into the room… And Hajime sleeps by my side, our fingers still entwined. I let go, propping…

*writer walks in and shakes head* *kicks the wolf a few times* “You still alive?” *A saya goes flying through the air* “Eh… alright…” *writer…

A project…

Hajime, The one at my house that I’ve had forever… it’s too short. I had some time… I made you something new. *smiles*. Green… I…