Tokyo’s Child

Two Days Later
        Tokyo grieved for the loss of its brightest star; their people lined the streets to see the body of the orphaned child that the country had adopted as their own.  Somehow, all at once, he had become the parentless child and the child of the nation’s heart; they cheered at his successes, and wept at his few failures, some attended his graduation ceremonies - he was everybody’s son.  Ami stepped out of the car slowly, shielding her face from the glare of the limelight; she felt the overwhelming compassion, love and sadness radiating from the crowd into her soul.  She breathed the feeling into her lungs and entered the funeral home with her head held high, eyes fixed in front of her without really seeing.  In her hands, she tightly clutched the few words that she had prepared for his eulogy; there was no one else to speak for him but herself; he had no family, no relatives, few friends but his skating instructor and herself, his manager was his manager, that was that… It seemed ironic that someone who was loved by so many was understood by so few.
        Ami was thankful that the reasons for his suicide had been withheld from the press; the press had been hungry for information regarding his death.  Her mother had pulled strings with friends, called in favors owed to her by the police department since the proximity of her job at the Emergency Ward and the dealings with homicide investigators.  Of course, there had been the influence of Dr Daiki, firmly stating that there was no foul play and nothing would be realized by the continuation of the investigation, the police subsequently closed the books forever. Asuka had written two notes, one addressed to her, and the other, a blank envelop for whomever it was that would find it and open it - most probably the police.
        The police note had merely confirmed that he had willingly understood the consequences of his actions and had taken his own life and chose, for the first time, to reveal his full name to the public.
        Ami’s note was the only one that stated his full reasons for his death, and it would seem that now, the police would claim that the note was in fact never found at the scene and his reasons would never be known.  They had not opened it prior to confiding in her mother that there was a note addressed to Ami Mizuno, and they did not open it after they told her; they had simply handed it over discreetly, and conveniently forgot about its existence.  If it had been known to the public that Asuka had suspected himself of suffering from epilepsy, the media would have had a feeding frenzy, they were like vultures, circling the dead waiting for the juicy bits.  His reasons would always remain a mystery to everyone, not even the police ‘knew’, nor would they ever chase down his heritage as a Tsujimoto - the son of psychotic criminal.  The case was closed, and the police force assured Dr Mizuno that it would forever remain that way.

        She lightly touched the bunch of forget-me-nots, sunflowers and lilies that she had chosen and prepared for him, tied with a teddy bear skating figurine key-chain and his lucky medal.  Sunflowers, because in her mind, he might have passed on, but he was still the sun in her life, lilies because they were their flowers, and forget-me-nots, to tell him that she would never forget him.  Unconventional, she knew, but then, their friendship was unconventional, who would have thought that the most popular person in the school would have made friends with the quietest, bookish person in the school…
        She rose from her seat slowly as the priest stood aside from his stand at the microphone after his brief words regarding Asuka’s character.  She passed the open casket, allowing her fingers to drift over the cold, varnished wood that would be his bed forevermore; she placed the bunch of flowers onto his chest and touched his cheeks lightly.  She couldn’t help but smile, “you look good with rosy cheeks, you are going to spend the rest of eternity with cheeks that suit your disposition.”
        There was no unsteadiness in her approach to the stand to speak to the public, her eyes not waver but held the gaze of the thousands who would hear her speak.  There were no tears in her eyes as she looked over those invited to sit in the ceremony and the cameras that were filming the entire event live to the public.  For a moment, she locked eyes with all of her friends and mother who she had been sitting next to, yet her composure remained throughout as she started speaking,

      “He is a young man, but it would not be right for me to say that he was too young to leave this world - age is not of relevance at death.   Because for someone who still had so much yet to contribute to the betterment of this world, no matter his age, he would have died too early, too young.
        We are here today to mourn for the passing of Asuka Akiyama-Tsujimoto not only because it was a star, not only because he was skater, somebody’s child, but a young man who had captured our hearts.  I knew him from childhood, he touched my soul by his gentleness, by his down-to-earth behavior, and most of all, his willingness to help others in need of his light.  He shared his light with me, and shone it upon thousands of other, inspiring them to reach inside themselves and maximize their potential.  He would have wanted to be remembered not for his figure skating, but for his sensitivity, kindness and intelligence.  That is the reason for him shining above all other stars; it is not just his externalities, but what lies deep inside, what age and time can never take or erode from him.
        He was good man, he had a good soul, and a good heart; he touched those who thought they were beyond help, those who needed hope.  His life was hope for so many because of all he had accomplished, despite his own difficulties.  He showed people how to shine above the mess and desolation they born in, like water lilies, their renowned beauty despite sprouting from the mud.  He was awed by the mystic of life and treasured it more than anyone in the world, not just by his own life but also by the life of others, his impromptu death changes nothing - he had a reason, I trust him to have had a reason to make such a drastic decision, I ask you all to trust him.
        Let us not mourn any longer, it has been a fortnight since the unfortunate incident, we have mourned enough, it is time to celebrate, for his a piece of his spirit will forever remain in us, and we will go forth today and continue his work in our names - his work of touching souls and giving them hope.  His body may lie here, straight and dead, but his soul will not.  I believe that this would have been what he would want; he was not selfish enough to want our tears and heartbreak.  Shed not for him the bitter tear, nor give the heart to vain regret, ‘tis but the casket that lies here, the gem that filled it sparkles yet.
        Thank you Asuka-kun for all that you have done for us, for spending time with us, and to light the candle in our lives,we were truly privileged and we will miss you forever.”
        He used to call himself an endangered species; the last of the Akiyama family from his known family tree.  Now, as she looked on to his dark mahogany coffin being gently lowered into the six-foot deep grave, she knew that the end had come… the Akiyama branch in his family, the entire era had come to a close.  They could now officially become pronounced and classified as a piece of history… creatures of extinction.
        In her mind, she pictured him lying amongst the dove white silk and sash, his skating boots and his favorite skating clothes lay at the end so that should he wish to skate amongst the heaven, he would be at ease.  His hands that clasped her flowers, his first teddy bear skating key-ring gift to her, and his good luck charm.  The medal, which had been charred, had been polished and plated by a jeweler’s store so that it would find its place back to its owner in its original state of beauty and perfection.
        She felt her mother’s arm slither its way across her back; she could feel the warmth in her mother’s embrace, pulling her into her arms, yet she did not move.  She stood rigidly, her eyes as dry as the Siberian desert as the final speck of wood disappeared over the edge of grave-plot, revealing the epitaph engraved in the headstone that had been hidden by the casket -
Asuka Akiyama-Tsujimoto
A star on earth, a star in heaven
His star will forever shine.
        She approached his headstone after all had left, she knelt before it, placing her hand at the apex of the stone she allowed her forehead to rest against the cool black marble and immediately felt the same cool calming effect that Asuka had on her when she was nervous as a youngster.  Whispering, spoke to him in finality, “you’re sane Asuka-kun, you are very sane, saner than anyone I’ve ever known - what you saw was real, it happened despite what it seems like.  I hope you hear this and spend eternity knowing it.  Ganbatte (good luck) wherever it is that eternity lies.”
        She had bid him a final farewell, but she would not let tears touch her face for him, for she was sure of at least one thing; he cared for her, and he would have never forgiven himself should he see her cry for him from above.  He had been one of the few people who had brought her out of her loneliness, for everything that he had done for her well being, she had been the cause of his doubt of his sanity - she had ruined his life…. But she was determined that she would not allow him to feel guilty for the time of eternal rest, spending it in turmoil… may he rest in peace.
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