Hello! My name is CrimsonSkies24426 and I'm new here. This is my first fanfic, and I like to choose one of my favorite anime, K. Since Yata is my favorite character, I chose him to be in my first story. I DO NOT OWN K OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.
Blue Heart, Red Love
Chapter 1
Little raindrops fall on my hands
Birds chirp silently as I walk
Walking on the path I go
On a rainy day
I sang as I held the end of my mother's jacket. I kept on singing and humming as we walked. I splashed and stepped on puddles as well. But soon my singing trailed off when my mother stopped on her tracks. She glanced to her side and said, "Hm. It's that boy again."
Out of curiosity, I peeked from my mother's side as well. I then saw a boy sitting on a lamp post, with his head down as if he was hanging from a rope and his eyes hooded by his dark orange hair. His clothes were drenched from the rain but it seemed like he didn't mind. I tugged my mother's coat and looked into her eyes, "Mommy, who is that?"
My mother stared at the boy with contempt, which I didn't understand. She just stretched her hand behind my back and we continued walking, "Don't pay attention to those kinds of kids, Akane. They are just a waste of time."
But I didn't listen to her words. I took one last glance over my shoulder to the boy who I didn't clearly know about, but something made me feel curious about him. An odd feeling that I'd like to know.
A few days later, I saw him again. This time, he was sitting on a swing in the playground with a bruise on his cheek. I like to go up and approach him, but I saw my mother watching me closely, then I decided not to. I continued to play with the others. When I found an opportunity to talk to him, while my mother is talking to someone, I saw the seat of the swing completely empty.
I kept on seeing that boy day by day, but his expression never changed. I suddenly felt pity for him, with no friends around him. Wearing a frown and eyes always hooded, scared to face the world.
As I finally brushed my teeth and climbed on to bed, my mother came in to tuck me in.
"Tomorrow is your first day of school, right, Akane?" she said as she caressed my red locks. I just nodded in response.
My mother start to feel odd, "Aren't you going to say how excited you are going in your new school?" I just turned away and said nothing.
She sighed, "Akane, what's wrong? Don't tell me it's because of that boy."
"Mom… why do you hate that boy?" I asked her. This is the first time I asked my mom such a question.
"It's not that I hate him… I'm just telling you not to go around those kinds of people. They may seem dangerous."
That's the time where I jumped and sat up, "Mom, you did see him right? He was alone, he was sad, he was scared! I… I just wanted to help him…" I said.
My mother held my shoulders, "Akane… you are a wonderful child. Beautiful, high-spirited, strong, kind, and caring. But, no matter how you help that boy… nothing is going to change… let him face his own problem. I'm sorry."
I frowned and a few tears came out of my eyes. This is my very first time to argue my mother as well. I sighed as I covered myself in my blanket, "I'm sorry, mom."
"Don't be. Want me to sing you a song?" I looked at her and smiled. She hummed my favorite lullaby song, and I listened to it like a heartbeat. My mother's voice was like an angel, or so they say. But I agreed with them. Her voice was soothing, calm and beautiful. It always made me smile or help me fall asleep when I need her to. I can always hear her singing. In the kitchen, the bathroom, or even in the living room. I slowly shut my eyes as she sang my favorite part, and with that, I fell asleep.
"Akane… wake up! Today's your first day!" I heard my mother rapping on my door. I got up, stretching my arms up as I yawned. I opened the door and my nose already caught the scent of omelets and pancakes. I quickly ran to the kitchen, and my guess was right. I sat on one of the wooden chairs and dug in.
After that, I took a bath and slipped into my uniform. My mother kissed me on the forehead before I say goodbye, "Have fun." She smiled.
I waved to her and left. I lost my father at a very young age. Now, all that's left with me is my mother. But I missed my father terribly. My mother used to sing happy songs or songs with an upbeat, but not anymore. She also declined the requests when someone asked her to sing for an occasion, because my father wasn't there to see her anymore.
As soon as I reached school, it looked like an old building with white cracked walls and red linings, with giant windows on the side and in the front. On the top of the building there was a big clock ticking.
I went inside and searched for my classroom. As I went in, faced turned to see me. I blushed as I went to my seat and the rest of the day went by.
The last bell rang and it started to rain. I opened up my umbrella, and walked home. As I hummed a melody as I walked on the pavement, one figure made me stop on my tracks.
It was that boy again.
He saw sitting on the bench, with his facial expression that still doesn't change. As the raindrops began to pour down in him, I checked from side to side to see if no one was there. When the cost was clear, I went up to him. I clenched my fist, saying 'this is it', I went up to him with all the bravery I can get. As I reached him, I covered him with my umbrella.
"You could catch a cold." I said putting up a smile. Then, from my amazement, the boy suddenly looked up to me, and I can finally see his face clearly. Amber eyes under his shaggy dark orange hair and pink flushed cheeks when he saw me standing there.
And for that moment, the world seemed to have stopped.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this!