Rain's Requiem
Part I
Chapter 1
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful woman. Of course, it was only natural that everyone in the land knew who she was—mainly the men because the woman was so renowned for her beauty. As fairytales would have it, the beautiful woman was found by a very handsome, smart, and charming young man whom she fell in love with. They got married, had a kids equally smart, handsome, just as charming and beautiful as them both…. But fairytales don't exist. You have to be stupid to actually believe in those silly kids stories.
The woman being something like a princess? Lies. The man being both charming and handsome? Total BS. The kid being just like both parents? That's an understatement. He looked more like the mother than his dad.
Yukiya looked down at his mother's body. The room was pitch black except for the rectangular shape of light that fell in through the open doorway. Other than a vague outline of the body, he could tell that the sheets of the bed were messed up but remained as white as they were when the bed was made.
When his mother didn't move, he used his foot to nudge her back, shaking her just a little. His mom really was a heavy sleeper—didn't really wake up without a few hissy fits or until he pushed her off the bed. This time, Yukiya felt something different. Living the life his mother brought upon him, he knew instinctively this time would come sooner or later. Really, he hadn't even prepared much, but it wasn't like he was sad or sorry about what happened… no… a person like him should've never been born, but it wasn't exactly his will that brought him into such a cruel, cruel world.
Turning back around, the ten year old boy strutted back out into the hallway, not bothering to close the door like he'd done in other times. Nope. Now that the body in the room was lying there cold, there was no point in hiding the shame that his mother was merely one of the prostitutes in a hundred brothels. Nope…
Yukiya didn't even cry. Well, he and his mother were never really that close. The closest thing to motherly affection Yukiya came in contact with was when she said, "This year you're turning ten, huh?" For once, she actually remembered both his age and day of birth. No. It wasn't possible. Sure she remembered numbers, but he bet she forgot his name some nine years ago, when she and his father were both in that same room where she now lay dead. Cold as stone.
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