| So yeah, I'm kinda new for this, but I have a strong motivation which keeps me going. I hope you like this first chapter, dozens are coming in the few coming days. so read, read, and read.
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T~ for now.

It was a gloomy windy day, somewhere in September. The weather would've uttered how miserable things were, at least for me. The thing is that I had been feeling good until my grandfather died. He was quite an aged man whom I learnt from the most. He kept an eye on me when I was a little kid; almost my whole childhood period was spent with him. He often narrated his ancient heroic tales. Such a wise man he was, unlike my father.

He was that kind of man, who would give up everything for money. He had a large scaled company of.. unknown. Truth be told, He never spoke to us about anything concerning that company. Most importantly we didn't bother asking, as long as we live in good welfare. My mother was mostly sad, I rarely see her smiling. She was a marvelous housewife. Cooking, cleaning, washing, drying.. She was more like a machine, than a human being. My sixteen years old sister was too indulged into Korean cultures. She watches up to nine episodes of Korean drama per day, and usually putting earphones, that one can't simultaneously talk to her. And yeah, there was me, a 20 years old guy. I never cared about what normal guys do at that age, I was merely a dreamer who opposed reality expectations. I was anti-social. I hated spending time out of the house, no friends, and no activities. Just school, home, market, and sometimes having a bus tour around the city. As simple as that.

Since dad was a full-time busy man, we could only see him once every 2 months. Our big house looked like one of those ancient void castles. I entered the front gateway, took a moment looking at some sere flowers on our main garden, Narcissuses, Chrysanthemums, Daffodils, Daisies, Poppies, Anemones, Cornflowers, and a lone Musk rose. I wondered why they were wizened.

"Usagi! Here you are!" Mother hailed, waving a white cloth in the air. "Yes, mom" I mumbled, "um.. Tell me, these flowers were here since when?" I added. "They grew on their own my son, I believe since last spring" She instantly replied as if she knew I'd ask that question. "Come on in, lunch is already on table" she turned back in with a puff of air blowing the cloth she was holding.

I couldn't stop looking at those agonizing roses. I thought about aged people, they mostly stay still in a particular zone, waiting for It. Sometimes repenting their sins, other times counting their blessings. However, waiting for it. It is predestined, isn't it?

I moved my body towards the living room with a shrug, smelling fish and French fries fluttered my stomach. Not only because I was hungry, but also, was it my favorite meal. I took few steps towards the tap to wash my messy hands. They were more or less covered with chalk dust, I felt like I needed a white spirit to clean my hands. I guess that why I hated writing on the black board, especially solving equations with multiple solutions. But what could I do? I couldn't help it, I mean I can't just know the answer and sit down there watching other students doing it in slow motion like. I strayed for a while thinking about it, abandoning my hands under the downfall cold water.

"Usagi! Where is my journal?" My sister yelled suddenly as she was standing up in front of me, I sobered whey-faced and carelessly choked the tap. Looking at her pale face back then, made me aware of how important that journal was to her. Perhaps she kept secrets there. "Look up in your room" I muttered hastily while trying to sit by the table.

No sooner had we started eating in a frightening silence, than my phone rang. It was the unexpected Moonlight sonata ringtone, in other words, dad. I hesitated whether to answer or not. I thought about it in an instant, I mean, after what happened between us, I couldn't just talk to him right away, and he shouldn't have called in the first place. I passed my phone forward hoping someone would pick up on my behalf. As expected, mom picked it up, and held a stance walking out of the dining room.

"Hello dear.." Talking in an undertone, that I thought even dad wouldn't have heard what she muttered. My sister in the other hand was eating constantly, closing her eyes off everything around her. I'd say it was normal, since she was living a tough period, Adolescence. We had taken the plates, spoons and forks and lemonade void cups to the kitchen, after we finished eating. I took myself up to my room, and detained there for the rest of the day.

I had always tried to do something, habitual and out of nothingness. Sometimes, drawing an imaginary fictional character using a sharp pencil and a rubbed rubber, conceivably because I was strongly hooked up to Manga and Anime. The feedback I was receiving on social networks about my drawing was constantly gratifying, the thing that kept me utterly motivated and avaricious for more. Withal, I was a hard working student; I had always lunged to bring my delicate daydream to life. Despite everything, I wanted badly to become an astronaut one day; it was frankly my childhood reverie.

Mainly, everyone had childhood reveries, only few could reach them. The rest remain hopeless; a sort of change of mind after getting slammed by their false life expectations, tacks, and a one hell candid reality. I sturdily believed that my brand of reveries belonged to the first category. I assumed, bringing together my smartness, excellent marks, passion, determination and an enormous assist from dad's money, I'd be invincible.

It was late midnight; I was still awake, playing whatever 3D game it was. I heard a tapping on the window, I felt weird, I mean, what would possibly tap a six meters high window in the midst of the night? Clearly, I was freaked out. My heart would've probably stopped if the tapping stayed put; I couldn't even reach the window to see who or what was it. Undoubtedly, horror movies infected my brain cavity. I chucked my joystick on the floor and splayed my cranium on the pillow striving to get some sleep.

In the next very morning, I withdrew a postcard sent from my elder uncle; he was in Japan doing some kind of work in what was called NFRF (Nuclear Fuel Reprocessing Facility). He had always been sending us something substantial to make us feel comforted. He was way too busy for Emails and calls, which embraces the prohibition of using mobiles or any kind of networking device in that circumscription. Anyway, I had been reading musingly what was written there. It said that he got married to a Japanese colleague, and that he needs us there. I nodded confirming the request which was critically an obligation, since we're his one and only family left. I rushed back to the dining room, the clock was pointing at 7 A.M, "Good morning mom! I have something for you!" I paused for a while, "Here, it's from my uncle" I said, delivering her the postcard swiftly. She held it in her hands and started looking at it from both sides intermittently. "Nothing is written" mom said flatly. "What?!" I interjected with eyes wide open, "What do you mean nothing is written?" lifting my thin body up the chair, looking at mom and hurriedly glancing at the postcard. "Let me see again!" I requested, grabbing the postcard off my mother's wet hands. "But how could this happen?!" I wandered in a low diffident voice, "It was written just right here! Just a moment ago!" tapping my finger upon that Shibuya's shiny lights picture. "You're so out of your mind Usagi." she expressed with a crooked smile lifting her left cheek. "Maybe you're having hallucinations due to lack of sleeping." She explained before taking five or six steps forward heading upstairs. I stood still in my position gazing at the postcard in a total shock, wondering if I really have had those words written on the postcard's face or not.

I wrinkled and bowled it into the bin. I put on my grey indie bag and went outside. There was a pause clutching the prolongation of events, when I opened the gateway, I turned back two steps to notice the sere flowers. They were no more shriveled, but alive and colorful. At a certain point I intended to crush them up, and cast my anger out with them. However, looking at those beautiful reincarnated weak creatures made me gulp that dose of anger, and unconsciously freed place for an arch half smile. I moved on to school afterwards.

The only thing I liked about school was that memorial statue situated in the core of the squared barnyard. It was a half naked man with a rough beard and a silky long hair, muscled, sitting on a thrown-like chair, covering his private parts and nearly all of his legs, except for his bare feet. They were put in different soothing positions. Above and beyond, he was holding a sickle in his left hand, and lifting the other arm in a weird way that no one could ever understand the meaning of it. He was school's most valued symbol. Cronus, the leader of the youngest of the first generation of Titans, as it was mentioned in the Greek mythologies. Each time I saw this statue, it reminded me of Saturn, the sixth planet in order of distance from the sun, right before Uranus.

While I was merely focusing with the teacher's instructions, I glimpsed a flower pot, more or less on the right far corner underneath the teacher's desk. It jogged my memory back to those reincarnated flowers in our garden, back to the unseen postcard letters, then to the window tapping I heard the night before. A loud hit broke out through the window, inflicting my drift and breaking silence in the classroom. I soaked a puff of breath between my intrepid teeth. It was a tennis ball from the games enclosure, accidentally thumping the window."WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?" A deep dim voice inside of me shrieked. Plainly, I had no clue to answer such a vital query.

I came back home right before sunset. The sky looked heavy clouded, which growly turned the pinky afterglow color into a dark grey colorless tint. It started raining right after entering the house. I sat royally on the frontal couch, graving my hands inside my blue overcoat's warm pockets. "Shiro!" I called out for my sister. "I'm here!" she replied softly, as if she was having a sort of chord vibration illness. I got up and walked upstairs to Shiro's room. It was filled with thick perfumed air, grasping transparency out of the moist skylight glass. "What are you doing?" I asked civilly, "Trying to answer these hard questions, such a rude woman is our teacher. She never stops giving us home works! I can't even spare time to watch my new melodrama!" said crossly, with a higher tone than before. "You should study hard if you want to become a star." I said crooking a smirk and scrubbing her dyed fur ball head. I sat next to her for more than half an hour, helping her out while eavesdropping on thunder and rain at the same time.

I looked intently at the whole thing through that rectangular skylight glass. Mom came in all of a sudden, exsiccating her hands in a long fleeced towel hanged around her neck. She perhaps didn't want to know what we were doing so she didn't bother asking. Nevertheless, she said, "Usagi, did you know your dad is coming tomorrow?", "No, I didn't" I replied. She turned her head few degrees to the left looking at Shiro, "Didn't you tell him?" she asked my sister who was drowning into the deep of her pinky stripped notebooks. "No, He didn't ask!" she said muddling her head horizontally. "Did dad tell you that when he called, mom?" I posed and paused. "Yes, he did and he said he feels tired these days and is coming to spend few days here until he finally feels recovered." Mom said, in a low voice tone. "Aha! Well whatever. He may come.. It's his house after all; he doesn't need a phone call to seek permission." I retorted perplexing. I liked and disliked the idea that he was coming home soon, I had wished he could only change a least a notch. I later sank my feet into my white converse trainers, and went ahead to my room. I threw my corpse on the pitch black bed, and trekked to my wonderland.