Lin: Yep. That's right. Another 07-ghost story from us.
Kay: This another short story. This could actually called refelction of teito part 2 but that's just pushing it.
Lin: Right. Also, can you people who fav randomly leave reviews? Alerts I still understand but faves without reviews?! That's just mean.
Kay: *Bows* We're counting on your support.
Lin: Now on to the disclaiming part. Be reminded that 07-Ghost is not, never was, never will owned by us.
Kay: We hope you enjoy/are saddened by this.
Lin: Or feel pity. Any will do. *shrug*
Ever since Teito had recalled half of his memories, he had always wondered what it would have been like to be called by his real name, to be cared for and loved by his own parents and people, to see the sun rise and set in his own country, to talk in his own language with his fellow countrymen.
He recalled so much, yet really remembered so little.
He vaguely remembered the Father always carrying him around the palace and playing with him while the guards and servants doted at their little prince. He remembered his father once, comically panicking as Teito injured himself while playing in the garden. The King of Raggs, usually composed and calm, ran around trying to ease his son's pain and hush his crying. Teito had only stopped when his father fell flat on his face while running to get the first aid kit. Teito laughed when he saw his father covered in mud.
The King was relieved when he heard the little prince's giggles, even though he was covered in dried leaves and dirt.
Teito also remembered his mother.
His mother, although bedridden, had always smiled warmly at him and had told him stories of their kingdom. He remembered her vibrant personality and her graceful gestures at him. She had always told him to always be proud of his home country because all the memories of their great grandfathers are passed on to him. Of course being a child, he took it to heart and answered positively with a determined gaze at his mother. He remembered her warm hug afterwards.
He also remembered that her smile looked sad yet at the same time happy.
Every time she smiled at him, it reminded him of the flowers blooming during spring time. That's why he always brought her different kind of flowers that he could find in the palace grounds. The Father always smiled at his attempts to make his ill mother happy and the King readily encouraged his son. Sometimes when the King's duty was minimal, Teito would sneak in his father's chambers and give him half of the flowers he had collected. The King always took it graciously and smiled kindly at his son. Then hand-in-hand, they would visit Teito's sick mother and stay there for hours, be she asleep or not.
Teito remembered the feelings he had felt so clearly, yet he was only able to hear and see their faces vaguely. It made him want to laugh, cry, and shout all at the same time.
The memories he held so dear.
The people he had once loved.
The feelings of joy he had cherished.
Were nothing more but a mere memory.
Teito wanted to believe that they were always by his side. Clutching at the small tinge of hope that they always watched over him just as his friend, Mikage, had.