Understanding
By: Pseudomask
Disclaimer: All characters here are from the series Fushigi Yugi; none belong to me (sadly). No profit is being made from this piece of work it's only for entertainment.
Warnings: Crappy writing, and poor grammar. Some depression is seen here, but nothing too serious.
Side Note: This is my second piece of writing; it's about Hotohori being reincarnated, and just not fitting in. Any reviews would be much appreciated. ^__^
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"You'll never understand."
It whispered through his mind. He would never be normal. There was some unknown element that separated him from the rest of the world.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew it was there. Somewhere…
Perhaps it was the way he was always excelled at sports, fencing in particular, or maybe it was the fierce burning upon his throat whenever rage consumed him.
Or maybe he wasn't special. Perhaps he was below ordinary, only mediocre. That's what made him strange, and excluded him from "normal" civilization.
It really didn't matter, not anymore at least. He long ago quit trying to conform into society. Now he spent his days indulging in books, doing anything to escape reality.
His mother never expressed concern about her son's strange behavior, she no doubt saw it, but chose to ignore it. As long as he excelled academically, she granted him his privacy.
His father, he remained ignorant to the entire conflict that stormed deep within his son. He had only one passion in his life… his money. It took priority over all else, including family.
That was the way his son desired it. No interference from the outside world, no one to comment on the strangeness that lurked within him, that consumed him.
They all played their parts, the loving mother, the dedicated father, and the ordinary son. Nothing was further from the truth. They were all blind to each other's pain… but that was the way the son liked it.
No doubt he heard the sobs escape from his mother's lips, as his father spent yet another late night at the office. Her cries seemed to echo through the walls at night.
Her son once asked her was wrong, why she was crying. She simply answered back, looking back at him with her bloodshot eyes:
"You'll never understand."
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Yeah, I know this first part is kinda short, and pretty crappy. I don't exactly know how far I'll go with this piece or what I'll do with it. Oh well, I guess it's a start.