World Lost

An epitome

A lost soul, a yearning heart.


Kuma-chan,

He turned around, swearing to himself that the words he heard were as clear as day. His eyebrows met as he saw that there was nothing but the rotten leaves that had fallen from the big Oak tree on the ground. No people inviting him for an afternoon tea, no naughty children waiting to be spanked (—honestly, there was only one Mikan Sakura who had always irked him, but at the same time, had touched his heart. But he wouldn't say that out loud, not at all.) And more especially, there was no Kaname, standing in the middle of the street with arms open wide waiting to get hugged.

It was just him.

Him and the memory that lingered within him.

He turned back to what he was doing, sweeping the leaves off of his sidewalk. It was a daily routine, something he can do with his eyes closed. He got so used to it that it seemed like he was doing it in monochrome. Sometimes, he wanted to run away.

But he couldn't. No, not never.

It wouldn't seem fair, not to him, anyways. He knew how the students lived their lives, trapped in a timeless daze in a place they never wanted to be in. He had met children, no older than two years, whose innocence had left their eyes as soon as they stepped foot in the academy.

He had no right to complain when he, in fact, was a free man.

Besides, he could never go free because he knew Kaname would find himself back to him.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the clock and hurriedly going into his little house made of chopped wood and metal bars. Tea time, the kettle screamed. And Kuma thought that there was no other sound in the world that he liked more than that.

It had been a tradition for him that every afternoon was tea time. It was Kaname's favorite time of the day, along with his other friends (—whose names he had forgotten, except for that charming lad with a star engraved on his left cheek, Tsubasa, was it?) , to have tea, tell wondrous stories about their life outside the academy—remaining, reminiscing, unforgotten.

He sat sitting in the kitchen with the kettle at hand. He'll definitely come today, right?

Kuma looked at the clock, grabbed a cup and poured tea.

Patiently, he waited.

He drank the tea, got up and prepared two plates full of pastries. Grabbing another cup from the cabinet, he poured some tea for Kaname.

His face heated up, he knew—yes, he knew all along—that Kaname will never come home. He was lost in a reverie, into his own little world. A world no one saw, a world he himself built for himself. His own lost world.

And he sat in the kitchen, munching on a chocolate chip cookie.

Smiling, remembering, waiting.

Kuma-chan.

But he'll still wait; wait for that day to come.


Author's Notes:

So, I've been keeping in angst for these past few days. I've been really down but I think this problem of mine will be resolved sometime this week. I'm just a little disappointed that my so-called - are being such hypocrites. I don't know. I'm pretty sick with all these drama in my life that I should just write my frustrations down. Any ideas on what to write next? Oh and thanks for reading, if you are.

I love you, I really do.

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