Hello! itsyoursis-Artemis here! I present to you my very first fanfic that I have written,ever. I had been planning to write this story in five years, and I finally found the courage to do so. Please be gentle, I am a new writer, but I do welcome your advice and reviews!
Last but not least, I have written up to chapter 8 of this fanfic, but I will be publishing them every 2 and a half days. it takes me one day to write a chapter, another to proofread, and a half to find my confidence LMAO.
I also have a tumblr sideblog where I publish teasers for the unpublished chapters. I also have other tags there that apply to my story. Please go to my profile for the link.
PS: I DO NOT OWN KHR, AKIRA AMANO DOES. I ONLY OWN MY OCs.
Enjoy! Please do review, it helps me find my confidence a lot faster :)
The night was supposed to be young, but it aged as the storm arrived uninvited. Heavy rain disturbed households who were having their early dinner in a small, quiet village in Toyama. Students who were on their way home from school were forced to run; some tried to find a dry place so they could wait for the rain to calm down.
A young woman in her early thirties was carrying a baby wrapped in a red raincoat. The said woman arrived in front of a rusty, gated place with an arched plaque that engraved the sign "House of Vesta" which stretched on the top of the gate . The woman hesitated. She then mustered up all strength she had left. She wanted to give her baby a better chance at life.
She rang the bell.
She rang again.
And then came the third ring.
"Who is it?"
The voice finally answered through the intercom. The security camera placed at the gated entrance moved to focus on the woman with the baby.
"Please….please take my baby," the mother begged.
"Business hours is over, if you've filled the orphanage form you can submit them tomorrow in the morning," declared the voice.
The mother looked directly at the security camera that was pointing at her. The woman behind the intercom got a clear view of the desperate mother with her baby.
"You… no way." The owner of the voice immediately dashed to grab the nearest raincoat and umbrella. She unlocked the door of the orphanage house, ran across the huge front yard, and met with the fully-drenched mother by the gate. She opened the gate to let the desperate mother in. She then led her to the front porch of the house to avoid getting more drenched by the rain. The owner of the orphanage, Tara Fujioka, looked at the very familiar mother in disbelief.
"What happened?"
"You have to take my baby in, Tara," the mother pleaded, revealing her distraught state.
"Yoshino…" Tara revealed the name of the mother whom she seemed to be acquainted of. "It's been several years since the last time we saw each other. What happened to you? What about your baby's father?"
"He...he's… that… alcoholic and abusive person," Yoshino stuttered, but she fought the impediment and continued. "Tara, my great friend, you have known me for many years...however, what you don't know is that I am not suited to raise her… I cannot make her suffer due to my mistake…So I beg you to take my daughter…"
The crying mother handed Tara a sealed envelope that was in the raincoat to prevent it from getting wet. "Give this to her when she turns 17. This is her future."
"What mistake are you talking about? Yoshino, as your friend, I am genuinely worried about you… you have to let me help you!" Tara pleaded.
"You can't… I…. I have problems… that needed to be resolved."
The distraught mother was shaking; she then quickly handed the baby to Tara, who she almost dropped but caught on time. "Please take care of Ayano, raise her like your own… you are the only one that I trust with my daughter." She immediately ran away from the house.
"Wait! Yoshino!... Shino-chan!" But her dear friend, whom she hasn't been in touched with for almost 10 years, was already out of her sight.
"Ayano…" The owner of the orphanage house looked at the abandoned baby on her arms.
Seventeen years had passed since then, and today, on Ayano's 17th birthday, she finally learned of this story. Ayano was in Tara's office of the Vesta orphanage. Ayano is a girl that exudes a mysterious elegance. Her jet black, silky hair fell just above her waist, and her see-through bangs finely complimented her cool-toned, cloudy, gray eyes. Tara Fujioka could definitely see the perfect resemblance of Ayano to her half-Japanese and half-Greek mother, Yoshino. Her unknown father, on the other hand, was assumed to be full Japanese; however, this hasn't been confirmed, which is why Ayano was given the last name of her mother as remembered by Tara: Nicolaou.
"So, what's in the sealed envelope?" Ayano finally broke the silence.
"I do not know," Tara answered. "I never opened it for the sake of whatever confidentiality this holds." She handed the document to Ayano, who seemed to be hesitant in accepting. "Why don't you check what's inside? Your mother said it holds your future."
"I see," Ayano sighed. "Although, I am very curious: how were you able to keep me away from my potential adopters?"
"Remember when we played hide-and-seek at random times?" Tara smiled.
That made sense. Ayano loved to play that game when she was little. She loved to hide in the same spot and not be found for about an hour, which ended up with her falling asleep and being found by Tara later. She had wondered why she was always the last one to be found, even though the spot wasn't that difficult to locate.
"I made sure that you never met any new families," she apologetically confessed.
"How cruel…" Ayano was saddened by her statement. "... and illegal," she mumbled.
"I know. I was selfish… and I'm sorry," expressed by Tara.
Ayano stared at the envelope, and finally accepted it. "Fujioka-san, will you check the content of this document with me? I'm quite afraid of how it will change my life once I open it."
"Of course, Ayano," Tara reassured. "You've endured so much; you lost your fellow orphan friends as they get adopted one by one. I made you believed that no one wanted you since you never got adopted, and now I suddenly revealed about your mother." She continued, "I will give you all of my support that you ever need."
Ayano smiled, keeping her composure and emotion calm as she started tearing the flap of the large envelope. Ayano held her breath as she reached for the documents inside. She laid the contents of the envelope on the table, looked at Tara as if seeking for a cue on what to do next, then looked back at the papers.
The very first page of the document is a letter from her mother:
To My Dearest Ayano,
First of all, happy 17th birthday to my only daughter that I love so much. I hope that you created many memories while growing up. I am very sorry for abandoning you; but I know that my great friend, Tara, has taken a great amount of care of you and gave you the support that I could not provide. Enclosed in this envelope is your future: an account named to you that has enough money to secure your living for the next ten years, and a house gifted to you, which originally belonged to my parents. Please seek for Agatha Nicolaou, my sister, so she can help you claim these inheritance. She should now be residing in a town named Namimori. When you meet her, she will become your guardian. Finish high school, go to college, and become a professional at a career that you have found or will find passion about.
Please do not seek for me. Live a happy and normal life. For me. And for your grandfather.
Love,
Yoshino
Ayano immediately closed her eyes as soon as a single tear escaped after reading the letter, as if whatever painful situation her mother went through resonated through the abandoned daughter. Why does her mother not want to be found?
Just what in the world is her family's history?
"Surprisingly it was quite easy to find information about your aunt, Agatha," Tara continued, "She's a surgeon at a hospital in Namimori. I just contacted her 10 minutes ago and told her to expect you later today. Do you have everything that you need with you?"
It had been two days since the big revelation on Ayano's 17th birthday. She was now preparing to travel and visit her aunt whom she has never met before.
"Yes I do, thank you for your help Fujioka-san," Ayano bowed down and made an about face to exit Tara's office.
"Ayano-chan..."
"Yes?" the girl halted her steps and turned around.
"Namimori is a 4-hour train ride..." the older voiced out with concern.
"I know…" the teenager smiled. "I will be careful and I will call you every hour."
"... Also don't forget to eat the lunch and snacks I made for you," a motherly reminder which made Ayano run towards Tara and give her a hug. "You know that this is your first time going out by yourself right?"
"I know."
"You don't have to go alone."
"I know."
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" a concerned Tara voiced.
"I will be fine. Will you tell me more about my mother when I come back?" said Ayano under the ruffles of Tara's dress shirt.
"Of course, my darling."
In reality, the teenager was a little bit afraid to learn the truth about her mother and about her real identity, in general.
What do you think?
Warning: Since this is a HibariOC fic, the development will be slow but NOT too slow, timeline-wise. I am trying to depict Hibari as accurately as possible and not make him OOC.
I will remind you again that I have written up to until chapter 8 of this fic, but I will release the chapters every 2 and a half days for reasons stated in the beginning of my author's note.
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Thank you!