Long time no write these but will get around to it other than the OS
The reality had set in that she was ready to leave. She felt her heart ready to pound out as the words slipped from her mouth.
“Mocchi daisuki~”
Covering her mouth instantly, she ran to the place of salvation, the empty room with the mop. Takajo Aki remembered the room distinctly because of the old mop heads. Running away seemed to be the only way to feel what she could show. No one followed her to the room as she slammed the door behind her, locking it instantly. She reached up, hearing the click of the only light in the vast room.
Holding the wooden stick, Akicha saw her face in the mop head. She felt the tear escape from her eye as she dropped it to the ground. Her chance was to confront her and ran to the door, gripping the knob. She thought about everything although the chances was to feel her say Otamaru again.
Opening the door, she peered down, wiping her eyes again. “Hey!”
“Akicha! What are you doing in the storage closet?” She asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Rie-chan! Mocchi…” She muttered the words.
“Hmm… isn’t she with Umetan?” Rie thought as Akicha threw her face into her hands. “I see…”
She felt her hand being grabbed and dragged back to the room. She stood over the woman as Akicha took a deep breath.
“I’m going to miss you.” Akicha cried.
“Same here, Otamaru.” Mocchi threw her arms around the younger woman.
“Mocchi… daisuki.” She whispered, bringing her closer.
Akicha felt her heart ache again as Mocchi turned to the girl and smiled. Akicha walked toward the door and felt a hand gripping her. She glanced down, feeling the warmth of her grip. Her memory etched the lovely picture of the gleaming woman as she left with little to consider about her own feelings.