Oohara Jou (
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Mushball universe, anyone who'd like to talk to Jou
I sit on the grass in our rear yard, legs crossed, and try to let myself sink into a meditative state. I don't do this very often. It's usually helpful, when I do.
I had the oddest feeling when I first met Joe, that I'd met him before. That this was meant to happen, in some way. Except he should've been wearing a blue leather jacket, and he was in tears, in my lab. Not a shy, troubled schoolkid convinced everything was his fault.
I pushed it aside as a stupid dream. When you have weird-ass dreams all the time anyway it's only too easy to assign meaning to them later.
But now? Now I'm beginning to wonder.
I had the oddest feeling when I first met Joe, that I'd met him before. That this was meant to happen, in some way. Except he should've been wearing a blue leather jacket, and he was in tears, in my lab. Not a shy, troubled schoolkid convinced everything was his fault.
I pushed it aside as a stupid dream. When you have weird-ass dreams all the time anyway it's only too easy to assign meaning to them later.
But now? Now I'm beginning to wonder.
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I look back at Megumi. "They wanted information? But it was mostly the one in blue, yeah. Information, and my -- our -- good opinion. Our approval."
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There's a flash of unexpected clarity, like in cartoons when a lightbulb goes on above someone's head, "it's Joe. Has to be. You laughed at the name because it sounds like Jou."
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Fresh tears arrive at the thought of that. I still don't know how Joe came to us, but it all seems so cruel for someone to go to that length only to snatch him from us when we'd grown to love him.
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But even if that's true, I can't say I'd be too angry about it. It's been *good*, having him.
I shake my head. "Maybe one of the Captain's friends."
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I'm not aware of a pitiful murmur of "... my baby ..." escaping my mouth until it's already said.
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I manage another weak "sorry" even though I really need to get up soon and pull myself together.
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