#aononakade

"I guess it's not much of a surprise, but here." Kouji slipped his hands into his pockets, his attention on Izumi's reaction undivided from the glances and whispers coming from the other students. "Like it?"

Inside were strawberries dipped in milk and white chocolate. He wasn't certain of Izumi's fruit preference, but he thought it was the safer choice over a pure chocolate one - just to be a little different, and in case Izumi was concerned of sugar and calories. 

"Mou..." A heavy sigh abandoned her lips as she walked out the white building, the school was already over. Walking to the exit while looking around, Izumi could spot excited guys giving presents to girls, unconsciously a smile appeared on her face to see such scenes.

Even if she didn't give chocolate to them, Izumi received chocolates from some classmates and even guys that wasn't in the same class than her, she was already used to be popular with guys.

She sighed again and shifted her gaze to the entrance door, her eyes brightened as they met the unexpected visitor. "Kouji!" Izumi shouted enthusiastic and ran towards him getting some curious looks towards them.

"No!" Orimoto shook her head. "This is perfect! Molto grazie!" A faint blush stained her cheeks, she was already holding the box in a hug. "Thanks for remembering this day! I'm so glad that you came to see me." She finished with a tender smile on her face.

MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN:_________ or _________

Izumi was looking through the airplane window with a big smile formed by her lips, her mother looked at her with a expression of amusement on her face and asked the girl what was so excited about. The blonde turned her face and shook her head. "I'm not!" Obviously, it was a lie. The last day Izumi took the phone and decided to call her friends and tell them the good news; she was returning to Japan that night. The blonde wanted to surprise them but she decided that the best option was to talk to them first. But only one of them answered the phone,

They had been flying for more than twelve hours, it was time for the plane began its landing. Izumi looked even more excited at the city. A feeling of nostalgia filled her being; the buildings, the parks, everything was so beautiful for her.'Welcome to International Narita's Airport, we hope you to travel with us soon!' the air hostess opened the aircraft door allowing all passengers to descend 

Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon.

Namine doesn’t have many pet peeves, but a big one would be others still referring to her as a ‘witch’, since - from what she’s read - witches seem to play more of a ominous and malicious role. She felt like that title was earned during the events of CoM, but once she managed bring Sora back properly, she felt like that title was not needed anymore and that she was just starting to use her powers for good instead of something out of demand.A more regular and small pet-peeve of Namine’s would be when she retrieves a new box of art utensils and they aren’t sharpened enough for her drawings. Do you know how hard it is to sharpen a color pencil without a sharpener?

Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon.

     When we die, they say that we're judged. In some cultures, our hearts are weighed on a scale. The good, the bad--It judges our entire life and decides where we are sent. In others, we all end up in one place. Another world. Heaven or hell, neither mattered. Yet, they do share the idea of a plane where a soul is decided upon. A waiting area that few call "limbo."

     Personally, I don't believe in such things. Once we die, we die--or, I suppose we could become a ghost. Either way, it's either we exist on this plane in some form or not at all, because that's all that matters in the end.

     Unfortunately, I was able to experience just whatever the end was first hand.

     It didn't begin with a bang or a radiation of light. There was no light feeling, the lift of burdens or the crashing down of them. The flames of Hell--much to the disappointment of many, I'm sure, wasn't there nor was the gates of Heaven with St. Peter waiting.

     Instead, what I stumbled onto was a train station.

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Opening her eyes, a gentle light greeted her. Hard wood, rest against her back as she realized she was lying on a bench. Forcing herself up, she took a weary glance at her surroundings. Signs signalling arrivals and leaving trains hung from the ceiling. The words, the kanji, caught her eye. They were strange. There wasn't time such as hours and minutes but years and age.

At its base, everything was reminiscent of the Magnet Train Station, but the psychic knew it wasn't that. The area felt differently--more importantly, it was entirely empty except for a strange creature.

It stood, fierce, proud and clothed as a human would. Claws glistened under the light showed just how sharp they were. A dark, tattered scarf adorned the monster's shoulders. The creature wasn't a pokemon. It didn't have the feel of one. It was different. The energy it carried was different than that she'd felt from pokemon. 

Instinctively, she reached for her pokeballs, knowing that they weren't on her, sensing that there were no pokemon where she was. Her teeth gritted slightly, shifting her stance to a defense as she tried to gauge whether they would be a threat or not. 

Waking up was not unlike becoming aware of the world washing over him. Of a familiar voice calling out to break through an eternal oblivion. The nothingness of lost consciousness only made aware once he breached through into the light.

Waking up was not unlike resurrection.

The doctors said it was a miracle, that he had flat-lined for a period of time and didn't respond to any medical attempts to save him. Kouichi couldn't exactly remember the experience, only realizing that he was suddenly aware of the world, of something like string pulling him into consciousness. Of the light pouring over him, and the warmth of his sibling's embrace.

Waking from that night's sleep was exactly the same. And Kouichi gasped for breath he was only now aware he hadn't had, blinked at the blurry image of the ceiling. Across the white surface passed memories fighting their way into his thoughts, far away from him but becoming clearer and closer with every slowly passing moment. And as each of his thoughts were stirred into his head, he became more and more conscious of the ache behind his forehead.

The first concrete thought he finally could hold onto, was wondering where his brother was. The thought mused through him with every breath he took, every steady sound of machinery around him, every heartbeat. Where was he? Where was Kouji?

Any warmth he had become aware of was slowly dragged through him into a chill. A shiver of uncertainty walked down his tired body, every step another worried question starting to bubble through him. His heartbeat, though comfortingly strong, kicked up a beat, as Kouichi sought through distant memories.

The visions left him feeling cold. Though he hadn't experienced the world physically, his memories were still real weren't they? A lump was drunk down into his chest where he felt the solid worry sit close to his heart. How could he not doubt that the days - months - years? he had spent in another world was truly anything when he woke up from what could have easily been a dream. A very lucid, but still so bizarre dream. One pressed into him like the concrete of Shibuya's station having come up to meet him personally.