Small Summay: After Passing out in the open, Aka dreamed of something that he could relish for.
Warning: Bad Grammar.
New! spell checked. Kinda.
Aka's Point of View
"...A..k..." A Soft, Mellow voice calls, blurred, unclear, but nostalgic.
"Aka... W...k" It calls again, but this time, it more clear and less blurry. More nostalgia well'd up in my chest.
'... It's warm...' I though as I slowly woke up with a warm feeling surrounding me.
'... W.. Where... Is that?' I asked myself as I groggily tried to lift my eyelids.
'This aroma...' A smell wafted on my senses as I struggle. 'This nostalgic voice..'
My eyes now opened, revealing an aqua like eyes that shone bright. "Aka!" The voice calls again... And the overloaded feeling of nostalgia showed, I croaked out a small groan as I composed myself, what I saw, was a low table with heating, named kotatsu, covering all my body Exept for my neck and head. My head was on a wooden table with a small drool. Re booting my senses, i heard an old low pitched voice call me and reprimand me.
"Aka, I always told you to not sleep in the kotatsu, right?" With all my mental strength, the only thing that I could reply is a confused "Huh?"
My eyes shown a blurry image infront of me, and in a few seconds, it became clear on who's reprimanding me.
"M-Mom?" I croaked out. Mother smiled "But Really, No matter how old you are, you're always a sleepyhead" she said, amused.
"Come on, the New Years Soba is done." With a content expression She places a bowl filled with soba, broth, and ingredients on the low table. "Eat it while it's warm"
"... New Year Soba?..." My mind rebooted, but in a few second, it did. "Mothers New Years Soba!" I shouted in surprise as I reached for the chopsticks "I'll eat it!" Mother sweat drops while smiling "youre really exaggerating things"
she sighs "but really, contacting us saying, 'I'm coming home' so suddenly, you made prepare a lot of thing in hurry you see?"
Then, a small flash of words back came on my mind
"I'm Coming home at the end of the year!"
{You should've contacted us much sooner!}
"I want to eat mothers New Years Soba!"
{Geez, Then come back home safely ok?}
'I'll bring souvenirs too!'
I smiled In delight 'Ahh... It's so warm... I can't even remember mothers cooking anymore' i thought. 'It so happy here, I don't feel pain any where, and I have nothing to be afraid of...' He trails off, having a bitter sweet smile.
"That's why this is nothing but a dream right?"
Things around me started to disappear and a flash of light slowly shines infront of my direction.
"It's because I'm never going home..."
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"A..."
"Aka!" A deep, male voice called. I woke up right an instant, i was sitting on the floor and his back is on the wall.
"Aka, you're awake! Does your head hurt?" Alba, the one who woke me up, asked.
"Ah! Alba, sorry, I fell asleep didn't i?" I asked my friend, he responds.
"No, you hit got hit by a weapon and lost your consciousness out here at the hallway for a few minutes so don't panic, aka." He explains as he leaned down.
"Oh yeah, after you got hit, in about a few seconds, you were mumbling things, are dreaming or somthing?" Alba asks, concerned.
Aka looks down as i remembered the last thing i heard mother said.
{Come home safely ok?} I smiled bittersweetly 'I wish I could go back...' He thought with a teary eyed smile
"Uh... What was it aka?"
I didn't reply. But instead, I smiled as i whipped' my tears away
"It's nothing Alba..."