Alright I promised myself that I wouldn't post an A/N but this is just a onetime thing (hopefully) to inform my readers. I'm back, and I shall try my hardest to keep it that way! :D So I went to Anime Expo this year (2012) and I actually met a few of my dear readers! :O What a small world. Anyways I wanted to delete my old stories because I have grown up out of them and what not but they persuaded me to keep them. I am going to rewrite them because I do not write like the 12 year old I was then. ;D Anyways, please enjoy my one of my new stories. I have another one already made, but only one chapter is done, so until I create more chapters for that story, please enjoy this one! Read and review!
Maybe Next Year
Prologue
Have you ever desperately wanted something so bad that you'd do anything to obtain it? You would go through any obstacle just to find what you were looking for? Yeah? Well not me. I have never had a damn thing in my life that I had to work hard to get. Nothing. I'm a soon-to-be 2nd year at one of Tokyo's best universities and I have no goals in life. I have had nothing to worry about in life. I never had to worry about my next meal or what I'd do if I tear a whole in my sneakers, nothing. With all the problems in the world, I never got hit by any of them. The worst struggle I ever went through is when my parents died. We were filthy rich and when my father died he left his fortune to my mother knowing that she'd pass it down to my half-brother and me. And she did. She died two years after my father's death; I was a 2nd year in high school. She was very depressed. She stopped going out with her friends, she stopped painting and she even stopped brushing my hair. If there is one thing I miss the most about her, is when she used to brush my hair. Even when I was in Jr. High and an incoming 1st year, I was never embarrassed when she would sit on the couch and motion me to sit on the floor between her legs. She would then start brushing my hair. Placing my locks on her lap as I felt the comb run through my hair that my mother so desperately loved. I kept it long because that's the way she liked it. She always praised me when she combed my hair. How lovely and soft it is, like silk she'd say. She was especially glad that I got my dad's hair color. She always said that was the first thing that attracted him to her. She always said that I'd find a girl like that, a girl who fascinated with my hair.
I watched my mother tear herself apart. There wasn't a damn thing I could do. Sesshomaru, my older half-brother, oddly enough with his cold and malicious exterior became a therapist and so he started to take her to therapy. He came to me after ever session and told me that there were no signs of her getting better. And I knew that deep down she was never going to. So the day she died I cried. I remember how blurry my vision was and how hot my face felt. She died while I was combing her hair as she laid in the hospital bed. She wanted to brush mine, but I denied her. It was the only time I stopped her from brushing my hair. That was the hardest day of my life. That year she passed changed me. Sure I am still the straight A, smart ass student but I lost everything that was priceless to me. I lived with Sesshomaru until I graduated high school with passing colors and he even noticed the slight change in my personality. He warned me that I might end up like my mother, depressed and all. I told him I wasn't depressed, just bored.
I attend Keio University and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing there. I go through all my classes like I'm breathing-with ease. There is no excitement in my life. The most exciting thing that happened was in the beginning of my 1st year when Sesshomaru got married to his first and only girlfriend Rin. I was his best man, probably because Sesshomaru isn't the friendliest type of person. Other than me the rest of his groomsmen were Rin's guy friends in which Sesshomaru was quite displeased that she had so many, until he found out three out of the five were homosexual which was just fine with him.
I now live by myself in a small apartment a few blocks away from my school. I'm just watching my life pass by me, never knowing what I'll be doing and never knowing when I'll really give a fuck.