September 23, 2007 to September 23, 2007 (REFORMATTED MAY 10, 2010)
Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: No matter how much you hate them, they're still your parents. Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!
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Hateful Tears
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I hated them so much, from the bottom of my heart. It pained me to see them acting so normally as if nothing had happened at all; a cheery wave to greet, a pat on the head, a smile – they were all fake and hollow, with no feeling to it at all. They only centered their cares and attention towards themselves, flattering one another with affection and delicacy. They didn't even give Obaa-san a genuine hug and greeting.
They're not the one who's suffering. I am.
They left me when I was only two, only having Obaa-san raised me. I was bewildered and confused at the moment, hoping that they would return someday. I eagerly awaited their return, eying out the window each and every single day, hoping to see the familiar faces I saw once when I was only an infant.
But they never came back. They abandoned me.
I still do not know the reason why they had left me as a child, but I always had an odd feeling that they had some sort of resentment towards me. Maybe it was because I was so weak and fragile, or because I did not live up to their expectations? I had enough of their petty excuses though – I just wanted them to leave and get out of my life for good after what they had done to me. And I loved them as a mother and father who loved me back.
But they never did love me back, not one ounce of it.
And now they come back at the most sudden time of the year? Haven't they realized that coming back was a big mistake? I felt my heart beating fast as my mother approached me with narrow and slant eyes.
"Hello, Sakuno."
And she brushed past me as if I hadn't been there at all. My father gave me a disdainful glare before following my mother in quick strides. I only hung my head low and walked up to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Slumping onto the soft carpet against the mahogany door, I felt myself sinking and sagging, my arms going limp. My bangs shadowed my face, and I felt something warm and wet sliding down my cheekbones. Slowly, I touched the wet spot and studied it carefully. Why would I, in all of my life, cry about my parents' return after ten years? I should be hating them, not crying for their safety back home. I bit my lips, trying to hold back from more tears falling down. But it was so hard to stop the flow of the tears fluttering down.
They were my parents, and I once loved them, after all.
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Owari
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A/N: Dedicated to my grandma – when I saw my grandma leave to go back to Hong Kong (father's side), I felt sad for her to leave, although she was quite annoying. But I did cry…and now I'm crying again because I suck in math… Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!
Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!