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Summary:
A parents love is boundless… it reflects the hardships and never ending promises they make. However, when a problem arises, those deep bonds will slowly crack and then it finally shatters… being carried by the wind and simply ending into nothingness. When all hope is lost, remember that the child will always be there to act strong in front of his family. Every problem has a solution.
AN:
Hey guys! Here's another Knb Fic from me so hope you guys like it. This Fic was a request from my favorite cousin. It's based on my other story titled Tomorrow Never Lies though the plot is different. The first part is similar but overtime it will soon change. I would also like to thank Aerisse Hasste and Truth And Tragedies for edting this fic (I love you guys! ^_^ I mean it, really). So yeah… feel free to point out and correct the mistakes, Now…
On to the story! Enjoy ^_^
Prologue
Parents don't expect much from their children. They just want them to be safe, protected and free from trouble. These were the facts. Reality. Reality bestowed upon them since the beginning.
'You have no choice.'
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Ever since he was a child, he always loved the sweet interactions of his family. Back then his parent's weren't so busy. His father would play with him every afternoon in a short game of tag or hide and seek. His mother would cook her delicious meals and the two of them would always help him in doing his home works.
He could honestly say, those were the best moments he could remember and he cherished it deeply in his heart. He thanked whoever was there who had given him those kinds of blessings. At that time, it was a known fact that those emotions or feelings emanating from his family were warmth, care, genuine happiness and most of all… love.
He prayed it would always stay like this forever. However, peace isn't meant to last. The wide grins, the laughter echoing from their house, everything seemed so perfect, too perfect… for it to be destroyed. It almost seemed like a grave sin.
You can say that everything was inevitable.
From the beginning, there was no way of changing it. It was too late. Even when his mother was sobbing and murmuring on his lap, his father's presence on their cozy home slowly came to a stop, he never stopped in believing in the day his father would once again join them in their warm comfortable home.
Sadly, that day never get any closer.
He constantly reminded himself that they'll be fine, it's definitely not the time for them to be depressed. If having a strong front was the only way of repairing their broken bonds, then he'll continue to smile and protect his family. Each and every one of them were making the effort, trying their best. No one wants to give up because doing so would make life meaningless.
Progressing in his elementary, he noticed that he was often bullied. No one tried to help him, fearing that they'll be involved, not even his teachers. So, he decided to keep it to himself.
As time passed by, he came to accept that he was a burden. After all, who wants to keep a burden? Even so, he won't give up. One day, the results will come. Slowly, making sure of it, he will follow the path he took to which it connects. As long as he stands, all he had to do was to make the best of it, improve, and try hard because he doesn't want to regret it later.
As he tried to associate with the other students, eventually they would disregard him as nothing more than a lousy (forgotten) presence. They seem to find his timid, shy and silent responses to be an annoyance (eye sore). After those countless incidents, he had been spending more time at home doing his chores and secretly reading some of the books his father kept in his old room (careful not to be caught by his mother). He was terribly lonely and he knew how painful the feeling was but its better this way. He told himself. Yes, it's better this way…
Or was it?
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"Tetchan, Let's have a talk."
Hearing his mother's voice, he pried his eyes from the fascinating book he was reading. He later placed it on the table and faced his mother with the utmost expression of curiosity. What could his mother be possibly want to talk about to have her such in a serious mood?
"What is it that you want to talk about, okaa-san?"
"It's…" she hesitated and paused for a moment, "…about your father's job."
Tetsuya merely raised a brow and replied, "Ah, souka… (Ah, I see)"
"Are you really sure about him going overseas?" She pried for a deeper answer, seeing that his son was not providing it. Where on earth could he have possibly inherited that silent (reserve) attitude, Makes her wonder if she was the cause of it.
"As long as it is your decision okaa-san, I couldn't possibly argue with that." He gave a small reassuring smile. Kuroko's mother shifted her gaze and bit her lip. She was worried for him and yet…
"But—"
"It's fine with me so you don't have to worry, okaa-san." He cuts off gently.
"Alright." She sighed and slumped her shoulders in defeat. His son will always win in a serious conversation. She made a wry smile.
Little did she know, a hidden sadness glimmered on his eyes though it disappeared as it was replaced with the forced smile he had to put up for his mother.
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When will you come home? Was the only single thought that lingered on his mind. If you were only here to see it that… okaa-san misses you so much…
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Why do you insist to keep on hurting her?
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Snow falls down on the sidewalks and busy streets of Tokyo. A lone boy stood on the middle of a park with a blank expression. The cold winter air prickling against his face, exhaling, he watches the puff of mist escaping from his lips. He slowly raises the palm of his hand as a snow flake falls and melts. He blinks once and looks up at the darkening sky. A pair of dull blue orbs merely stares and a lone tear falls down from the corner of his right eye.
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'You liar.'
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The cold harsh wind of that day now blows deeply on the wounds of his heart.
AN:
So, how was it? Comments? (Kinda got lazy with the ending of this prologue, gomen mina-san) If none, thank you for reading this crappy fic. ^_^
*Okaa-san=Mother
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