What Could've Been | Andrew/Closed

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC Note: The following are dreams that belong to Mitsuki. :)

Kari Sierre Misaki/Misun Park (Black).

First name, middle name, Japanese/Korean name, surname(s). So many names. I like to call her Sierre; something my parents have chosen- a name that has no relation to her birth father.

The very fact that I'm having these conscious thoughts ... it probably means I'm dreaming. It's a sick addiction; in sleep, I feel unimaginable joy, but when I'm awake...

...

Sierre is in my arms. I'm carrying her to the park with Sikai (Skye) trotting along beside me. We're going there to meet someone, but for some reason I don't remember who.

"Okaa-san (mom)," Kari asks, "Appa (dad) is there, right?"

I smile, but am confused. Smiling, because she doesn't quite understand the difference between Japanese and Korean. Confused, because...

"...appa?"

[Tyr Odinson]

OOC: I may share control of Kari sometimes, as long as you're cool with it, as it's a dream sequence. If it's a problem, let me know :]

As they approached the park, they would notice a man sitting on a bench, reading. It appeared to be an old western book. Andrew glanced up as they approached, the corners of his eyes crinkling as a smile broke his face. He wore a white Tshirt, blue jeans and simple shoes, his hair and face and eyes no different than the last time Mituski saw him. On his right hip was one of his guns, but it was safely in it's holster, and his sunglasses were hanging loosely off his shirt around the collar.

As they approached, he set the book down on the bench beside him as Kari ran over. He stood and scooped her up, the small girl giggling as Andrew twirled her around before bringing her down and kissing her cheek. He had the broadest grin, not afraid for his eyes or face to be seen in public, happy. He would approached Mitsuki, holding Kari with one arm, before bending and giving her a gentle kiss- not something intimate, just a kiss couples would give when they saw each other at a normal time.

"Hello to you, beautiful."

[Mitsuki Park]

Upon seeing Andrew, I stumble in my step and a small scowl briefly crosses my face. I don't understand what he's doing here- I haven't dreamt of him in so long.

But I can feel the tense muscles in my shoulders relaxing, and without any control, a smile breaks out and words seem to escape from my lips.

"Hey handsome."

Initially there was some internal struggle, but not anymore. If this is the direction my dream wants to take me, then without a fight...I'll just obediently follow.

There was no pain in this dream, after all.

I feel my eyes "chinking" up into crescent moons, elated to see him as he was, especially his violet eyes that evenly matched with Sierre's, unveiled. People will undoubtably know that we're a family, with Sierre's face taking after me with her Asian characteristics, and her eyes and light skin tone taking after her father.

It is then when I realize the three of us are matching. White v-neck tee on my upper body, skinny jeans and worn down sneakers...Sierre, the same. I feel cheesy; I feel like one of those families that come with picture frames, where everything is perfect.

Skye nuzzles against Andrew's leg. I think he wants attention.

"Appa, appa, swiiiing~ Swiiiingg~" she excitedly points at the swings.

I let my body move on its own. It seems the most natural thing in the world to step beside Andrew, slipping my hand into his.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew took her hand in his, kissing the cheek of his daughter once more.

She was so beautiful. She was a little Suki, with small flecks of himself thrown in. And god, those eyes. If ever there was something that meant the world to him, it was this. The woman whose hand he held, and the girl pointing excitedly at the swings. He would kill for any of them, in a heartbeat. If anyone threatened their lives, he would stop at nothing to make sure they forgot them. He took the small one who was wrapped around his leg and walked with him while he was wrapped there- and though he hobbled along, it made the child happy.

He would set her in the swing before starting to push her, turning to talk to Mitsuki at the same time.

"So- tell me why you hesitated? Are you…wanting to forget?"

OOC: As Andrew isn't actually here, I'm playing the angle of Mitsuki's subconscious interacting with herself as a sort of…internal thinking process. That cool?

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Yupyup

"What?"

Thrown off guard. I didn't quite understand...why was he talking to me like this?

I look at Sierre, who oblivious to her surroundings is maximizing her time on the swings, enjoying every second.

"APPAAAAAA TOOOOO HIIIIIIGHHH~" the child laughs.

I forcefully drag my eyes back to Andrew. I want to word vomit and lie, to keep the peace- dreaming has become my safe haven. Please don't ruin it for me, I think.

Words caught in the throat... Somehow, they manage to fall out.

"Not forget...no," I shake my head.

I'm getting sad, and my fortress is breaking.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew laughed.

"Nooo nono- not about that. I meant about California. You seem unprepared to go back, like you were hoping to forget. Don't get sad eyes... I hate sad eyes.."

He smiled, and winked, before giving the girl an underdog.

"If the conversations upsetting you We can always talk about something else... I was just curious."

He didn't want to press the issue, as he was out for a nice afternoon with this family anyway.

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Whoooops, forgot to say yes to the first OOC comment you put up too. LOL

Why are you laughing?

I'm a bit relieved when he explains what he initially meant.

"Unprepared...maybe," I replied, "I was supposed to have landed in Japan."

I didn't really bring anything with me. Unprepared may have been an understatement, but I had allies; friends.

The fortress was already breaking, the sadness already leaking through, reality slipping through the cracks.

"I wish you were there, Andrew," I say, "Maybe you could've saved her."

I blink, and the scene changes. Rubble- Chicago, a broken daycare in front of Andrew and me.

Funny how quickly dreams can turn into nightmares.

I slip my hand back into Andrew's. My dream.

"Sierre?"

[Tyr Odinson]

He frowned at her, before turning back to Sierre-

Only to see her gone. Rubble. He looked out over the sea of destroyed buildings. From the depths, David Blaze walked out, brushing past Mitsuki, saying only "If Mitsuki had been stronger..."

Andrew held Mitsuki's hand, walking forward toward the destruction. He turned his eyes to her, his violet hues seeming to bore into her head. He let out a sigh.

"You know I miss you too- and you could bring me back, if you wanted. But Sierre? You couldn't have saved her. Neither could I. Nobody could. Whether we were here or not. That bomb would have fell and we would have died just the same."

Laughter came from behind them. When they turned, ten men would be standing there, wearing barker uniforms. They scoffed.

"You are weak willed, and don't have the stomach to do what you need to do. To let Andrew go, to let Sierre go. So, lets make you forget."

Andrews sunglasses were back on, and his gun in his hand.

"I see. Why fight yourself?."

They attacked.

[Mitsuki Park]

"If Mitsuki had been stronger..."

"Yes. If only."

Dry, monotonous voice. I ask myself this everyday.

Andrew's words were killing me. The very fact that I couldn't do anything was what made me feel so hopeless and helpless to begin with. That it wasn't in my power- that I wasn't more like a god myself to be able to stop the bombs.

"Forgetting is not an option," I would speak, weapons manifesting in my own hands. I feel myself getting back into my niche; cold exterior with apathy washing over the soul. Cold.

"This is my dream," I whisper, wielding a gun in each hand. I look at Andrew, and smile.

***

Mitsuki would attack back. Weak willed for not letting go? She scoffed- only the weak let go. The memories she had, she would take with her; wouldn't let them hold her back from moving forward, but refused to forget.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew smiled, and nodded.

The men rushed forward, whipping out pipes and bats, not phased by the guns these two had. Andrew raised his desert eagle and put two in the chest, one in the head of the first man who was out front. He heard shouting from behind, as dozens more turned to rush them. Suki would have to take the front. He shot two as they scrambled over the stones, before he would grab Mitsuki's elbow and run, shooting back behind them as they Did so.

40 men or more were chasing them now, chasing them to-

Andrews house.

It was still standing, perfectly formed, untouched by the bombs. He would slam open he door and slam it behind them. Through the back window a man would dive , darting around the corner and tackling Mitsuki.

[Mitsuki Park]

Both her hands raised as she remained in her position, her finger putting pressure on the trigger...

"Bang," she whispered, simultaneously as she put a bullet to their knees, disabling them. Their screams, so familiar... A pipe slammed down toward Mitsuki but was blocked with her gun. A loud clamor would result from the clash of the two metals, before she pressed her other gun right at his chest.

"Bang."

She felt a grab to her elbow, and she whipped herself around, finding herself running after Andrew. Scene changed to Andrew's house-

"Ugh-" the Asian fell to the ground, guns disappearing. While struggling on the ground, she pulled a knife from the man and in one clean cut, from one side of the neck to the other...

The blood is so real.

She dropped the knife and pushed the man off her, blood sprayed all over her. This had been the color of her hair once, back in high school.

Andrew's home...?

[Tyr Odinson]

Would now be clean.

No bodies. No blood. Mitsuki would be in any natural, daytoday clothes. Andrew would walk into the kitchen and look down at her. He wore no glasses, but they would be hanging from his shirt. His violet eyes bored into her. He seemed- older. But close to ten years. He looked around before he spoke.

"What, uh... Whatcha doin down here?"

They would be cut off by the sound of tramping footsteps down the stairs. Andrew turned, grinning. There was a ten year old racing down the steps, violet eyes twisted slightly into the same shape as her fathers. She would head straight fkr the fridge after giving a peck to his cheek, looking down at Mitsuki a moment.

"You okay, mom?"

[Mitsuki Park]

Black jeans, white v-neck tee. Her eyes furrowed; what a complicating dream. For the first time, she was having difficulty keeping up. For the first time, she was getting exhausted...in her own dream.

"You okay, mom?"

She gave a small smile and nodded her head. Of course...Sierre turned out to be a daddy's girl. She was unsurprised, because it seemed to run in the family. She pulled herself up from the ground, hand messing with her daughters hair. She looked just as Mitsuki had when she was ten...only with a lighter skin tone, and violet eyes.

"Sierre, where's my kiss?"

Mock hurt. Or real? She couldn't tell anymore.

[Tyr Odinson]

The girl giggled before leaning in an giving Mitsuki a kiss on the cheek. Andrew would be getting out bread for toast, retrieving the jam as well from the fridge. The girl would take a small glass of orange juice before heading back up stairs. Andrew called after her.

"You spill it, you clean it!"

"Okay!" was the only response as the door closed.

He turned back to Suki, putting a hand on her hip and leaning in to kiss her gently.

"You know I love you, right?"

[Mitsuki Park]

A smile would slip across her lips upon Kari kissing her cheek. She watched as her dark hair disappeared behind a door. Her attention was pulled away when she felt pressure against her hip, and a kiss.

"You know I love you, right?"

She was confused at his words. Random.

...you mean loved?

"...of course."

She turned to face him, eyes observing his figure. Her fingers would lightly brush away his hair from his face, her frown dissipating and replaced with a neutral look, noting he was aging well. She wondered what she would look like...except she knew whenever she would glance at herself in reflections and pictures, her face was always blank.

She stood, thinking...