Hello, everyone! Makoto is my favourite character from Free!, because I love his smile ^v^ . So, I've decided to write a fanfiction with Makoto as the main character. But this story will be a depressing one, 'cause I love stories that just pulls your heartstrings v . This is my first time posting my story online (not that I write a lot), so please have mercy!
English is not my first language, so please forgive me if I make a lot of grammatical mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Free! I'm just using the characters for my story.
In a lifeless room of an abandoned building, there laid two small unmoving bodies on a dusty bed. Their faces looked so pale, so innocent like sleeping dolls of twins. Few strands of dark black silk slides off the smooth ceramic, that is the face of one of the twins, as it reveals a small creature. Deafening buzzes from its wings vibrates the stale air, obviously attracted to the body under its feet that will be its food. The twins both had names and lives that were too short for them to even know what living even meant. But this also meant that they didn't know what death is either.
In a crumbling room filled with cracks on walls and broken glasses on the floor, there laid an unmoving young boy on another bed facing the reality that is the death of his small companions. Eyes with shock and disbelief, but lips twisted into a distorted smile. Wanted to laugh at the situation he was in, but too tired and famished to even move a single finger and his body too dry to even shed a tear. Darkness soon robbed him from his sight of white light.
Sounds of muffled sirens and murmurs of voices filled his ears, as he floated in and out of consciousness. Sights of long, shining brown hair, clean white dress, a bright smile and a thin hand reaching out for him under the sunshine, appeared under his eyelids. He felt energetic and happy to be with the female in front of him, and reached out, wished to capture her small hand into his. She vanished before he could feel her hand as darkness consumed his vision once again.
"Good morning, Haru."
"Good morning"
Their daily routine begins. It is their last year of high school as well as their last year with the Iwatobi swimming club. Although they didn't achieve the best results, they have no regrets of resuming competitive swimming. They managed to bridge the gap in the friendship between Haruka and Rin, and it's the time of their lives again as best friends with the addition of Rei. But it's not all good and smiles. They have their final exams coming up in several months, and they have to decide what they want to do in their futures. They'll have to leave behind their three younger friends before the continuation of their paths in life.
"High school life is already coming to an end, huh? It felt like an instant!" laughs Makoto as he walks side by side with his best friend. And Haruka as always, gives little reaction to the speaker.
"Ne, Haru, have you decided on what you want to do after high school?" asks Makoto who is curious and worried about his childhood friend's future. Though he knows well that his water-loving friend will go anywhere as long as there is water in which he can soak himself in. But there's just little occupation that involves a lot of water.
"Do you want to become an Olympic swimmer like Rin? I know if Haru puts his heart to it, he will definitely become one," as Makoto puts on his trademark smile.
"No... It's too much trouble. What about you? Have you decided on where to go? I'll just go to wherever you're going, Makoto," replies Haruka, as he expects Makoto to make a comment like: 'this is your future we're talking about, not mine! Give this some more thought, Haru~!' Like a worried mother. Haruka's lips curls upwards at the thought.
However, the reaction that's he's expecting was not what Makoto gives him, as he realizes that his companion stops walking. He turns around and looks up to observe Makoto's face, just to see him turn his head to the side, bangs covering his eyes. Makoto's hands clench into fists and his big frame trembles slightly, obviously not his normal cheerful self. Just as Haruka tries to ask what's wrong, Makoto puts on a facade over his battling emotions to set Haru at ease, which does the opposite.
"Let's go. At this rate we'll be late," as Makoto strides down the road, the smiling mask not leaving his face, and stops for Haru to catch up. Haruka wants to say that 'it's you who's making us late,' but decided against it, as he is more concerned about his friend's unusual self this morning.
For the rest of the walk to school, the two walks in silence. Both of them enjoy the lack of conversation, as they have more time to think to themselves.
'Something's definitely wrong with Makoto. He acted strange back then, but I just can't come up with anything that has happened which could cause him such distress. Something happened at school when I was not around? Unlikely. Makoto seem to get along with everyone fine, and there's hardly a time at school when we're not together. So, if there were any type of bullying I should've noticed. Something happened to his family? But his parents looked fine and happy, his twin siblings were cheerful and loud the last time I visited him, few days ago. So, that should be unlikely too. Makoto is not the type to confide in someone with his problems, especially when he tries to solve them himself. I wonder what's wrong with him... Maybe I'll just wait and see.'
Unbeknownst to Haruka or anyone else, Makoto is already executing his final plan that no one has any idea of what it is about. He smirks while Haruka is deep in thought. He can see the goal and he will execute the plan perfectly, without fail.
'Only several months left and I'll be free.'
To be continued...
...Yeah. So, this is my story so far. Thanks for reading up to this point! Hope you liked it! Please review, so I know what to work on for the next chapter. Btw, does the intro for this story look familiar to you? I actually got the scene from Ghost Hound! It's a pretty old anime (2007), but it's really unusual and unique, which left a really deep impression on me.