Mimi Hime

I'D HAD MORE THAN MY FAIR SHARE OF NEAR DEATH experiences, it wasn't something
you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I'd
escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you fearred, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my
reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers - the monsters, the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how
could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give
your beloved, how could you not give it?

If it was someone you truly loved?

Jaa Ne!

**MIMI**