A/N: A story about Tamaki's childhood in France! Back when he was known as Rene. Ah, Tamaki has so many names! This is my first Ouran fic (considering I got into the show only recently…) I haven't written in a while, have I? No, I haven't. Tamaki inspired me!
Bandaging Wounds
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His white breath hung like mist in the frigid air. And he could hear something.
It was beautiful music, coming from his mother's parlor. The sound of the grand piano.
The door to the parlor stood slightly ajar, and a small strip of light hit the white wall in the hallway. Rene leaned against the cold wall and slid down. He silently listened to his mother's music, the strip of light illuminating a portion of his solemn face.
Mother had not seen the doctor today. Mother should be resting, because she is very ill. She should…
But even so, it was nice to hear the music echoing through the hall, and the light warmed him, though the hall was very cold.
Listening to the heartrending music play evoked a number of feelings in him. Calmness. Anxiety. Bliss. Sadness. It was a mixture he couldn't handle. His bad feelings bubbled up inside of him faster than the good ones could quell the storm.
Mother is sick. She will always be sick now.
Were his only thoughts.
Mere minutes had gone by when the boy felt a searing pain in his hands. Not bothering to look down, he brought his fingertips to his lips to soothe the pain.
His mother found him with his back against the wall, knees tucked to his chest, biting away at his bleeding fingers. As mothers do, she took him in his arms and insisted that they'd be okay.
The next day, Rene Tamaki Richard Grantaine Suou sat at the grand piano, and played as he has never played before. Because his mother was listening. Because his mother had fixed him when he was broken. Because mother had healed him.
He smiled down at his bandaged fingers and began his tune.
Fin.