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Love is not about possession,

Love is about appreciation.

The Story Of Us

Prologue:- Broken Threads

"Young master, wake up." said a butler, for the millionth time that day but still he heard no response.

He tried again and knocked at the big, polished wooden door, "Master, wake up."

No response was heard. He sighed and pushed the big door open to see the room was still dark and owner of the room was, most probably, still asleep or didn't bother to answer him. He carefully made his way to the big window in the dark and pulled the curtains aside; making the whole room lit up with sunlight.

But a groan can be heard. He turned to see his master or the owner of the room who stirred in his sleep as bright sunlight fell on his face. "Master, its 10 in the morning; please wake up." He tried again.

"Grr…Gerry, shut that window!" yelled a sleepy voice

The innocent butler named George swallowed as he knew if his master gets angry, then he will have to say goodbye to his job, "But Shinichi-sama, it's 10 in the morning and the head duke is asking for your presence."

With a kick, the silk blanket fell from the bed, on the ground and sat up a sleepy teenager. His raven locks were messy as they fell on his forehead and his emerald eyes were sleepy but still shone like a jewel. He looked at the butler with a piercing glare. "Who?" he inquired, his tone irritated.

"The h-head d-duke, sir." The butler stuttered.

The raved haired boy slowly got up and went in the bathroom and George heaved a sigh of relief. He took the blanket, folded it and cleaned the messy bed before going out.

:::

Shinichi, also known as, Usui Shinichi Walker or the hottest guy of his school who happened to be their basketball team captain, stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still messy. He was wearing a simple while full-sleeved shirt with denim jeans. He noticed the alarm clock which was on the table beside his king sized bed and it showed 10:35. He ran a hand through his head, a habit he inherited from his father and got out.

As he went through the hallway, every maid and butlers bowed to him, no matter how many times he told them not to. Soon, the teenager found himself standing, in front of their large dining table which had at least 15 chairs or so, and looking at the dishes served in front of him. There was milk, juice, bread, jam, butter, cereals, boiled eggs – everything. He looked up and noticed his surroundings. Yep, he was right as he was the only one standing there.

"Are these for me?"

All the maids standing there nodded their heads like machines. The boy sighed. Well, he can't do anything if people think of him as a monster to eat everything. He again looked through the menu and grabbed a slice of bread before going out.

Suddenly he remembered something and ran back to kitchen where everybody was cleaning the breakfast table (more like removing the dishes) and preparing the lunch.

"Wait!" Shinichi cried when one of the maids was taking the basket of bread away. He approached the dumbfounded maid and took some bread. The boy smiled charmingly at the maid causing her to blush and sweetly he said, "Can I take these?"

The maid nodded at him still blushing. Shinichi smiled again and headed out. He heard something like,

"Shinichi-sama is so handsome." One of them said.

"Yes like father, like son." Another said causing the emerald eyed brunette to smirk.

Soon, he found himself in the vast garden of Raven castle and spotted a knowing tree. The boy looked at his surroundings to see if anyone was there and when he spotted none, he climbed the tree. In a swift motion, he was already on the tall tree; behind the leaves from where anyone couldn't see him.

His eyes fell on his little friends who looked every happy seeing him. The boy smiled showing his teeth and clicked his tongue while stretching his hand, causing the little yellow feathered bird to come near him. He slowly patted and the bird lowered its head in comfort.

"I told you not to fly here." He said and took the bird in his hand, "Do you know what will happen if anyone find you here?" He kissed the bird softly and fed it the bread crusts he bought. The little one chirped and ate all the crusts with its beak.

After their little chitchat (Shinichi was only one talking), the brunette slowly unwrapped the bandage of the bird's leg. "Hmm…looks like you have healed." He said after examining the leg before smiling; "Now you're free to go anywhere you like." The small bird flew and sat on the boy's shoulder as if it understood his language.

Shinichi smiled at it and rubbed its back softly. "You shouldn't stay here. This place is not good, go fly." He encouraged the little one and it got up in the sky. The little bird flew around his head as if it wanted to show its gratitude and then got up in the sky.

Shinichi waved at it, smiling but he then heard something,

"Shinichi-sama, the head duke is expecting your presence." One of the butler yelled, most probably George.

"Damn that old man!" exclaimed the boy before going down.

:::

Shinichi stopped in front of the head duke's room as he was very weak and couldn't get out from his room. The teen bog looked at him watch, 11:00. He sighed and got prepared for an earful. Shinichi knocked the door and when he got the permission to go in, he did.

A sick man, most probably in his late nineties could be seen half sitting on the bed. There was some pillows behind his back; supporting him. Shinichi stopped in front of him.

"I called you 1 hour ago." The duke said in his usual strict voice.

"I was sleeping." He said as matter of fact.

"Who sleeps at 10?!" he yelled but was stopped by a cough. His personal butler, Cedric, who was in his late sixties came forward and handed him a glass of water. Cedric maybe was aged but he was still very active and their most faithful butler.

I, Shinichi wanted to shout but restrained himself and stood with a poker face, another ability he had got from his father.

"I have some news for you." The duke said, when his cough stopped.

"This better be important."

"Watch your manners, kid!" he cried, "I am your father's grandfather and dare to talk to me like that! Your…" another cough interrupted him, "Your hair is also messed up. Takumi really spoiled you."

Shinichi decided to stay silent. 'After all, this annoying man is going to die soon anyways so why not let him speak'- that's what he thought.

After a little pause, when the duke was calmed down, he opened his mouth, "You are to be engaged with Ms. Emi Ueda. It's settled." Shinichi opened his mouth to say something, "And no more talking." said the duke, sternly. "It's the first step to become a heir."

"I don't want to take this stupid business and stuff. I want to be a singer."

"Never in a million years! Get out of his room and you will engage her next week and also inherited the business!"

The young boy, deciding to keep his mouth shut, walked out of the room. A sudden rage took control over him as his legs took him to the only person who cared about him.

"Dad!" he called as he entered the enormous study room of Raven Castle.

"Keep your voice down." replied a smooth voice, "It's the study room."

The teen walked towards left from where he heard the voice and there he saw blond sitting in the middle of pile of books, still looking down.

"Dad, they…they are planning my engagement." He said after calming down.

"So?" the blond looked up.

"Dad, I can't… They are planning my engagement with Emi."

"That's good. You know her from your childhood and she is your best friend too."

The young boy stood silent. He couldn't believe his father who raised him was talking to him. "B-But dad, she is my best friend."

"That's why we are telling you to marry her." He said, looking down at the book, he was previously reading.

"I want to marry someone I love." He blurted out causing her father to look up.

"Not happening." was Takumi's bold answer.

"How can you tell me that! You married mom, didn't you?" Shinichi snapped but Takumi's expression didn't soften.

"Doesn't matter."

The teen frowned as anger boiled in his head. After that, he didn't know what he was saying. "Sometimes…" Shinichi looked at his father who was looking at him, "I think, you never really loved mom." He turned and continued, "That's why she left you alone in this world." before going out.

Takumi looked at his son disappearing and he sighed. His blunt words were truth ; he didnt , couldn't save his wife and that's why she left him, alone as his said. He opened his drawer before pulling out a gift box. The box was still wrapped in gift wrapper. He traced the beautiful writing, To my dearest.

He sighed and thought aloud, "It's been 16 years…"

:::

Shinichi skipped lunch as all his thoughts were scattered. He couldn't believe his ears; to be engaged next week, which was very shocking news to a sixteen year old teen let alone if his partner was a sister to him. He kicked down all his pillows and sat on his bed. Nobody was listening to him; to his opinion, not even his father. Then, with whom will he talk? To his reflection on mirror? No. In these times, a simple teen would go to his mother, lay on her lap and talk all his heart out. But who will give him the place to rest his head in this mansion where all everybody cared about was business.

He never heard about his mother. All he knew was she was no more and his father didn't like to talk about it. There wasn't even a single picture of her in this whole mansion. He never knew who his mother was and how she looked like which caused him to be humiliated in childhood. Now, the question was who will solve his problems. For god's sake, he was just a 16 year old. This was the time to do mistakes. Then there will be parents who will scold you and then guide you to the right path. But in his case, all theories were invalid. There was no one to correct him from his childhood.

Shinichi wasn't afraid of his loneliness; actually he was used to it. Suddenly a phone call startled him. Since he wasn't in the mood of talking with someone he hung up the call without looking at the caller id. But the phone again buzzed and before he was going to throw that damn phone, his eyes fell on the caller id, Emi

He quickly received the phone.

"Are you deaf? I have called you at least 5 times?!" she yelled from the other line.

"I was thinking." He simply replied.

"Yeah, think and die."

"I was thinking of a way to get us out of this mess."

"You should because no way I am going to marry you!" she yelled.

"Like, I am dying to marry you." He replied sarcastically and she chuckled; after all, she was only one who always stood beside her. Soon, a knock can be heard.

"I will call you later." Shinichi quickly said and hung up before proceeding to open the door.

He saw Robin was standing there, behind the door. Disappointment fell on him as a part of him wanted to believe that it was his father. Watching the butler a sigh escaped from his lips as he let him inside.

The obedient butler quietly made his way inside and once the door was closed, he opened his mouth, "Why did you talk to father like that?"

Shinichi looked at him, "Oh, so you are here to give me lecture too; maybe about marrying and stuff. Then I request you to, get out of my room."

The butler sighed, "You shouldn't have told him that your mother's death was his fault."

"Okay, maybe it was not; maybe I was wrong?" he admitted, "But what kind of people doesn't leave a single picture of the woman he loved. There is not even any clothes of her to make me believe that there was a woman who lived in this mansion once."

"Yes, there was but she is no more" the butler calmly replied.

"Is that enough to erase all her trace that she once lived?!" he yelled, tears threatening to fall.

"It's because your father loved her."

"Love her…" he chuckled bitterly as he again sat on the bed, his long messy locks covering his face, "What kind of love is this?"

"A kind of love you have never witnessed before."

"Then what about me?" he looked up, "I don't even know her name." He stood up, "If a person asks me, who is your mother? What can I answer, I don't know. It can be good for a five year old but not for a sixteen year old!" he said angrily.

"What do you want to know?" said the butler causing the young boy's anger to be replaced by curiosity.

"Everything." He answered.

"I can't." and all his hopes vanished into air. "But I can tell you something." The teen's eyes lit up.

"What do you think? Where did your parents meet?" asked the butler.

Shinichi shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe in England."

"No, you're wrong. They first met in Japan."

The boy looked at Robin as he tried to digest the new information. Noticing his expression, Robin added, "I don't know exactly what happened between them but when she first came in this house, the whole house lit up." he looked up, "I remember, I was only twelve years then when she first came. I…I was crying that day but I don't remember why but then she came and took me in her arms and soothed me." Robin signed, remembering all those memories, "I was shocked to see her act like that and so was everyone but Takumi-sama looked so proud."

Robin looked at the teen that was still looking at him wide eyed, "You know, when she got in that accident, your father wasn't here." Shinichi slowly nodded, at least he knew this much. Robin continued, "Her death was unacceptable to everyone especially to your father. He was on a business trip for two month at that time and when he came back to see his pregnant wife, this news was awaiting him. He was broken emotionally and kept blaming himself for her death which he was clearly not. He loved her so much that after her sudden death he couldn't even bear hearing her name but thankfully you were born so he had a little support." Robin signed and sat on the couch, his eyes forming tears.

"You haven't seen them, you don't know how much of a bond they have shared. After her death, the head duke told your father to move on and he erased all her signs and even told us not to utter her name. We felt if it reduces Takumi-sama's pain, then it's a good decision. But did it? Your father still thinks about her and before her death I know, she bought a gift for him. Your father still have it and didn't bother open it. Once I asked him why and he told me, 'it's her last gift. So I can't open it. It has her touch'. He even had a guitar but when she died he threw it in the dustbin saying the reason of his singing is gone. You can call it craziness but that's how much he loved her."

"Can you tell me her name?" Shinichi whispered softly, his voice barely audible as his long hair covered his eyes.

"No, unfortunately, I don't have the permission." Robin said and got up, "What you said to him was very cruel. It may have opened all his wounds. He never tells you how much he loves you but you are his only family and you are the only prove that your mother existed once. You know lonliness but he knows it better than you." He turned and headed towards the door, "Go apologize to him."

"Where is he?"

"In the garden."

:::

Shinichi was standing in the garden but his father couldn't see him. He had never noticed before but his eyes held certain sorrow. His father was sitting on a bench looking at the full moon but the brunette could see his mind was somewhere else. Perhaps he was remembering all those good memories he had with his wife.

It may have opened all his wounds. Those words came to his mind and he instantly regretted saying those cruel words to him.

"You can come out." Takumi's voice startled him and Shinichi did as he was told.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I am sorry." said the boy.

"What for?" Takumi asked.

"For telling bad things to you."

Takumi exhaled and looked at him, "You shouldn't be. What you told me was not a lie."

"I am really sorry, dad."

"You really loved mom, right?" he asked when Takumi didn't answer. But much to his surprise he shook his head.

"You didn't?" Shinichi asked, frowning.

"You used the past tense. I didn't love her, I still love her." Takumi answered and then handed a small envelop to his son.

"What is this?" Shinichi asked.

"See yourself."

The boy slowly opened the envelop and his eyes widened, "These are…"

"Tickets for France." He looked at the brunette who was looking at him, shocked, "You seriously didn't think that I was saying yes to that ridiculous proposal, right? That room had a secret camera so I couldn't give you these there."

Shinichi felt bad, no bad wasn't the right word to describe what he was feeling. "But…But there are two tickets."

"One for you and one for Emi, after all, she needs to get out of this situation too."

"Dad…"

"Don't tell me you love me. Its creepy." He joked and the boy chuckled.

"Thanks."

Takumi looked at his son and winked, "Go live your life."

:::

The phone buzzed at the middle of night causing a girl to open her eyes. Her beautiful black eyes opened to see the name of the idiot who called her in midnight. And yes, she was right, who could've called her at that hour other than Mr. Shinichi walker.

"Shinichi, be prepared to visit hell." She said first after picking up the phone.

"What are you doing? Sleeping?" he asked.

"No, I am going out to steal. Wanna come?" she replied, sarcastically.

He chuckled, "Get up and pack your things."

"What! Why?"

"We are going to flee." He whispered.

Suddenly all the sleepiness was gone, "What! Where?"

"Stop screaming! You want to live your life freely?"

"Yes."

"Then get up. Dad gave me tickets to go to France."

"France!" her eyes widened.

"Yep!"

"We are going there?"

"No."

"WHAT! Are you playing with me in middle of night?"

"No. I have a better place in mind."

"Where?"

"Japan."

:::

Meanwhile….

"MOM! I am going!" said the boy as he buckled his shoe lace.

"Where?" replied a brunette who was sitting in their dining table while reading a book.

"To the library, of course." said the blond haired boy as he looked up.

"My dear son, you are only 16 so I suppose, you should go to a movie instead." His mother teased.

"Mom, you know, I don't like them. And besides, Yui asked me to go there."

"So, girlfriend?"

"Yes. She is a girl and also a friend."

The elder lady pouted, "Boring."

"Mom, isn't today your first day at Seika University?"

"Yes, why?"

The boy smiled, "Best of luck to the best Maths professor, Ayuzawa Misaki for her first lecture in our campus."

Misaki smiled, "Thanks."

Prologue done! That was long. So, how was it? Liked it or not?

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