014 - Reigniting an old flame that I didn't even know had burnt....

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(It's not everyday one receives a package like this from Mayfield. In fact, the only time you ever tend to receive one is when they decide to let you have something from home. Now, I digress briefly to think about Sasaki, an old friend from my time in middle school. The two of us had been rather close, and I sometimes wondered why we hadn't taken it further ignoring her general opinion of love as being "a form of illness". I suppose you could consider me to be somewhat of a romantic at heart, but regardless of much of the cynicism I've gathered over the years, I always had at least some belief in the idea of love. It was nothing quite as cheesy as those cheap romance novels or shoujo manga, but something. A small thing. Of course, during my time in this life, I had never been quite so lucky to experience the joy of having a romantic relationship with a nice girl. Or so I had thought until I opened the new package that arrived. And suddenly the memories came back of the true relationship I had shared with Sasaki... That I was sharing with Sasaki. The relationship which had managed to continue even as we had gone to different high schools and I became involved with the SOS Brigade. How could I have forgotten something like this? This was a major part of my life! Regardless, I had to know whether or not my not-so-new girlfriend had discovered the truth or was still in the dark as I had been...)

[Phone: Filtered to Sasaki]

Hey, uh... Sasaki, can we talk? Preferably in person. I suppose you could say I've remembered something important?

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[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

[Sasaki fills the portion of her mind that needs to constantly be thinking intellectual thoughts about the evolutionary meaning of this gesture, whether it was meant perhaps to be a primitive form of vaccination, antibody spread, something like that, hmm, it feels nice, doesn't it? Just like she remembers it...]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... It's been far too long since we've done that, hasn't it?

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Ah...

I suppose it has, [That lawnmower really needs to be serviced!].

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's still hard to believe that we'd forgotten something like that...

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Yes... ah, you know, is it common for people to open boxes and regain memories? Perhaps this is what we feared, some kind of 'monthly event' as Nagato-san put it. Though how they would have taken these memories away, I don't know--and even less how they put them back.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's been known to happen? Although usually I think it has something to do with dealing with the post office... It all seems real enough for me though.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

I see...

To tell you the truth, Kyon-kun-- ah-- sorry, [Huh, do car horns usually go off in Mayfield?]-kun, for some reason I don't find myself very interested in exploring the origins of the memories...

[She smiles at him.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right, the important thing is that we have each other.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

[She simply responds with wrapping her free arm around him.]