Fandom/Series: Please Save My Earth

Pairings: None this chapter

Warnings: Angst...

Author Notes: The inspiration for this story hit me suddenly about a year ago. Ever since, I had been toying around with ideas in my head and started to jot them down. I've done much research into both the manga and TV form of PSME, and have fabricated my own past for Tamura. He's one of the more mysterious characters in the story, and always one of my favorites. This was not meant to be multi-chaptered, and once it is finished it will not be. But since it is getting long, and I still have much to work on, I wanted to expose what I have for review. I'm proud of it so far, and I only hope others will enjoy it. I may change the name later...

I do not own Please Save my Earth, nor some of the characters in this story. I do own Naruhito, whom I love very much, and Nagi-chan, who shows up in other original fiction of mine.

Home at Last:Prologue



A cloud of dark wispy exhaust shot out into the moonlit air from a bright red motorcycle as the hot glinting machine shook with the roar of an engine. A shout of excitement added to the roaring noise, slowly fashioning into a roar, as one broad voice became 20. Disturbing the dark stillness of nature's night, the men all revved up their cycles like children with brand new toys. The angry adrenaline pumped sounds started to fade, as the large group of oddly assorted motorists sped away down the narrow paved streets toward some dangerous unknown destination. As the dust cleared, and the men turned into nothing more than tiny dots on the horizon, a deep sorrowful sigh filled the air that had become thick with silence. A young boy's face resided in a tiny window overlooking the now desolate street, from whose mouth the sigh had escaped. That one lonely, trivial sigh drifted through the heavy summer's night air, and soon was lost among the other sounds of midnight.

The large empty house hummed as old houses sometimes do; even silence having some sort of sound. Or maybe it was just the sound of the slight wind rushing through the thin screen to fill his ears with unintelligible noise. Silence...it was so stifling. It fell upon him like a thick dark blanket of grief, clutching at him with invisible vise like hands. Haunted him, taunted him...and there was no one left in the world that could save him. His parents had left him, with his life in shreds, and now he was losing the only one he had left...Tamura. Kazuto Naruhito unconsciously wiped at a tear that had started to trickle down the soft skin of his cheek, wrapped completely in his thoughts. Everything had changed in his young life when he and his brother were taken away from the orphanage to stay with Matsudaira Raozo. The older brother he had come to idolize changed severely, becoming almost infatuated with his rivalry with Masaki Majima. Naruhito had been discarded, pushed aside when Takashi became the main concern in his brother's affections and this hurt Naruhito the most. For the many years they had shared together in the orphanage, they had only had each other to count on. He could never forget those long cold nights that Tamura had held his small frame in strong arms, whispering reassurance in Naruhito's ear. No longer did he feel the glow of loving gazes on his flesh, or the radiant light Tamura's smile used to cast upon his otherwise gloomy days. Instead, he was left with the dark, his own tormenting thoughts, and the silence. The crushing silence that forced the emotion from his chest.

Long slender fingers tapping idly on the clean wood of the window sill, Naruhito's stare wandered up towards the majestic moon, which showed full in the ink sky. Its vast light overcast the tiny stars and it seemed to swallow up the heavens into its hypnotizing silver core. The boy's sapphire eyes glittered in the luminous moonlight, so full of unspoken heartache that if one so tragic were to look upon them, they would thank the gods for their blessings. In a brief second, the rather calm demeanor shattered, and Naruhito's glossy black hair brushed screen as his head fell forward into his arms. And as the boy sat, saturated in his own sadness, his quiet sobs were eaten up by stillness.