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Name: Mitsune Miwa.
Age: 133.
Sex: Female.
Species: Magical Girl*
Status: Unmarried.
Relatives: None.
*Is human.
That was the file of that hospital patient whom was lying in bed, emaciated, frail and weak. She was in the hospital for a very simple reason.
She had been rushed there due to a heart attack, and while she was saved thanks to the efforts of the doctors, and her more resilient Magical Girl biology, it was clear she would not survive a second heart attack; that hospital bed was her death bed.
And yet, despite the fact that her file said she was unmarried, with no known siblings or children, the instant she woke up, she insisted to be allowed to make some phone calls. Presuming them to be the ramblings of a senile old woman on the verge of death, the hospital staff humored her, permitting her to make those calls, and so she did.
About an hour and a half later, dozens of people started entering her hospital room in droves – people who seemed almost as old as her, people who seemed like they were in their seventies, forties, twenties, little children, all of them huddling around her, holding her hands, saying their goodbyes, weeping. The doctors didn’t understand who all these people were – the files said Mitsune Miwa had no one in her life, after all, however, several of those people were more than happy to oblige.
They were descendants of Mitsune Miwa’s friends; sons, daughters, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, etc. To them, she was always “Auntie Mitsune”, “Great-Auntie Mitsune”, “Granny Mitsune” and what not. They were not related to her by blood at all, and yet, she was undeniably family to them, and so, they were with her in her final moments, holding her hands, weeping, saying they’ll miss her, trying to be strong for the younger ones.
Mitsune Miwa was a hikikomori that had never gotten married, never had kids, never been in any significant relationship that would grant her the comfort that so many people sought as death approached, and yet…
And yet she passed on surrounded by friends and loved ones.
Truly, what a miracle.
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Mitsune’s eyes gently fluttered open as she found herself in a pure white room. “An unfamiliar ceiling…” she muttered to herself, then jolted upwards, grabbing at her throat.
Her voice was no longer shaky, elderly and weak. Looking down at herself, her skin was no longer saggy and wrinkly or ruined, either – as a matter of fact, she looked exactly like she did when she was seventeen… no, the same way she did in that dream of her’s, all those years ago, where she was a nineteen year old college student. Mitsune was about to lift her hoodie and check if she still had those washboard abs, only to freeze in place when she heard a familiar voice.
“Took you long enough.”
It was that familiar, mischievous, smug, yet oh-so-pleasant voice, which she loved so much. Mitsune raised her gaze to look at that girl whom she already knew would be standing there, and yet was still shocked to see.
A pair of comfortable blue lounge pants, a hoodie that was just unzipped enough to reveal that that girl was most likely not wearing anything underneath it other than a bra, the lovely contours of a college age girl, and that hair…
That beautiful, delicious hair, with the intoxicating smell… that hair that had the same shape, volume and color as cotton candy, all done in a rather flimsy ponytail, using a single hair band.
In front of her stood a nineteen-year-old, college aged Jun Kazari, just as beautiful as Mitsune remembered her to be. She wanted to get up, scream in joy, tackle her and pull her into a bear hug, but her body froze as Jun snickered, and quickly walked up to her, sitting down next to Mitsune on the bed. She leaned in, and placed a kiss on Mitsune’s lips.
“It’s kinda gross and icky, but with you… I don’t mind it all that much.”
Mitsune had an expression of awe on her face, her eyes as wide as saucers; with the way she was looking at Jun, it was impossible to not compare her directly to a little kid seeing a baking soda volcano for the first time ever. “Really?”
“Yeah, really, so…” Jun quietly said as she lifted Mitsune’s blanket, gesturing her to scooch over and give her some space, the pinkette joining the silver-haired girl on the bed before covering herself with the blanket as well, the two now lying in the bed together. “I’d say we have about half an hour before Shu realizes you’re up and showers you with hugs and ‘oneesan I’m so happy to see you again’, so let’s take advantage of that, OK?”
Mitsune’s cheeks turned red as a tomato. “Take… advantage of that…?” she let out a weak chuckle as her appendages turned as heavy as lead from the implications of that statement, her breathing growing a bit heavy, however, she snapped out of it when Jun flicked her forehead.
“Hold me tight and kiss me – I’m still not ready for anything more than that, pervert,” she snickered, her own cheeks flushed red. Mitsune happily obliged and wrapped her arms around that girl whom she loved so much, then pulled her in for a kiss.
‘This really is… Heaven!’
That blissful thought filled her head as she and Jun Kazari locked lips, not a single thing in the world capable of bothering them in that moment.
It took getting to heaven, but they finally received their very own happy ending.
The End.