Soul Drive
CH I
Tamaki walked out of his apartment complex and onto his balcony. It was simple, a couple of chairs, a table, an umbrella and a view that, when the sun was setting, made the mountains look godly and the sun itself look like a fire so pure that anyone having troubles would have a lifted resolve when they looked at it.
The sunset that shone at the moment was beautiful. A mixture of orange, ruby, blood and gold topped by a dark lavender shone proudly in the sky. The mountains had a top outline of this light, below that a slightly larger line of black that then blended into a brown-caramel-hazel. Tamaki was fortunate enough to have had this color painted in his eyes when he was born. A color that was harmonious with his brown red hair.
All these things made a balcony that made Tamaki lurch with desire to relax and spend his free time there, or when he had his friends and former team members over. He let out a sigh, contemplating what his journey through life was so far.
At first, he was a happy child, content with his mother and father, living in an apartment, that although wasn't made of riches, had a welcoming quality that made it all the more deserving to have the name "home". Tamaki was a good kid; although rowdy he was loved by his parents and had some very good friends at school.
He chuckled to himself, but stopped when he resumed. He then remembered his father just getting up one morning and leaving, when he was just only 4. Tamaki, although he acted innocent, understood what had happened.
His eyes, which had glowed with the sunset dimmed at the memory and he narrowed them ever so slightly. His mother, bless her, took care of him alone. She was brave, kind, and even though she wasn't as young (mid 30's) anymore, she had a quality about her that made her more beautiful than many women in Japan. Back then she was the most beautiful woman ever, in Tamaki's opinion, and he still thought of her as the most beautiful.
No, Tamaki thought sour and melancholy, there's another woman fighting for that spot, but I won't see her again. Tamaki stopped and shook himself. If he would remember her, he would have to go through his life before her first. No use skipping the past, because it's the one thing set in stone. Tamaki painfully went back to the day his mother died. Then again, "was killed" in place of "died" would probably describe that event a whole lot better.