Seperated
Author: Aki
Focus: Osric/Oroka
Rating: PG
Shizuka was only acquainted with the picture of that andryogenous blonde as 'Oroka'. She had seen her/him once, way back at the beginning of the school year, in her computer class. Osric was being so affectionate to her and had such a huge grin on his face. But Oroka hadn't been around since.
Sometimes, Shizuka walked into the apartment after grocery shopping to see Osric sitting on the couch, cross-legged and staring quietly at that picture he had. He always had a look on his face that looked so sad, though it was very brief, as he usually flipped out after Shizuka walked in and would accuse her of trying to give him an early death.
Once, though, she came home late enough that Osric had fallen asleep. The picture was propped up on the table in front of him, and in front of him sat a paper and pen. Shizuka wasn't one to pry too far into people's business, with the exception of Osric. She slowly tiptoed over to the table and read over the paper, which was evidentally a letter he had written.
"Dear Oroka,
This will probably never get to you, since I don't know where you live anymore and I never run into you. But do you remember that picture I took from you? I still have it. Hey, if you somehow do get this do you think we can meet on"
The letter ended, without completing the sentence. Shizuka still didn't understand much about Oroka or the relationship between Osric and his/herself. But she did at least understand that her roomate missed this Oroka, even if he wasn't open about it with her.
She took the letter and found an envelope, sealing the letter inside and writing "For Oroka" on the front. Maybe Mr. Nikado could find her. She didn't know, she wasn't even sure of a plan. But she did, at least, feel like it was the correct thing to do.
The next day, when she got home from shopping, Osric wasn't staring at the picture anymore but he had torn up the couch, moved the entertainment system and was currently digging around underneath the couch. Their eyes met for a moment while he was looking, eyes seeming frantic and nervous, "Hey, Shizuka, you haven't seen-" He stopped, not finishing his sentence.
"Haven't seen what?"
"It's nothing." He said, resuming his couch-mining. It wasn't really something he wanted to tell her about.
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