This is my first! whoo hoo.. uhm.. yeah, well, hope you'll read and review and there might be a couple of gramma errors, but dont fry me for that. I havn't decided on a pairing yet so i'm open for suggestions and plz tell me if this seems as a good story or i need to change it a bit ^^ I know the prolouge is a bit short, but hey, it's a prolouge =P
Anyways.. i'm not entirely sure what else to write, but it's rated T (M) for a reason, the reason is later chapters (if you want them, that is ^^)
In any case, hope you enjoy ^^
"Your mother, she isn't going to make it"
He lowered his gaze to the floor, even though this was a doctor, and even though this was bad news where you'd expect a child to cry, he kept his eyes dry and his emotions calm.
"And dad?"
The doctor sighed and placed a comforting hand on the boys shoulder.
"He's in a deep coma, me might never wake up. Do you have anyone we can call?"
He didn't answer while his world crumbled to the ground, leaving him without any safe walls around him to keep him from harm's way, or so it felt.
"Can I see my mom before she's.. gone?"
He just couldn't say dead. His golden eyes looked up at the doctor, who was surprised to see the tearless sorrow and. It was kind of scary that the boy didn't deny his fate as an Orphan, with a dad in coma and a dying mom. He nodded and showed the boy to the surgery room she was in.
"I should caution you, we were in the middle of surgery when we found the complications.."
The boy sighed with a shaking breath.
"I don't care.."
His voice had started to betray him as he went through the door. He hesitated just inside while he took in the sight of his mother lying there.
"m-mom..?"
They had closed her up again and covered her body in the blue surgery cover, but her face was still bruised and bloodied. The machine that barely kept her alive, breathed for her and the ever slowing beeping from the heart monitor gave the situation away. When she saw her son, she slightly lifted her hand towards him and he hurried to her side and took it before it fell again. Trying to keep the tears away he slowly lifted his mother's soft hand to his face and pressed it against his cheeks while the reality hit him like a brick wall. He was going to be alone; his mother was dying, his father in coma, his brother gone, and his cousin in Japan studying. An overwhelming pain took over. Not being able to keep the tears away any longer he kissed his mother's hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead and cheeks.
"Je t'aime, maman" (I love you mom)
His mother smiled as brightly as she could muster while the beeping gradually ended up as a long, unending tone.
It was a busy evening in the hall. People in white went up and down with beds, machines and medicine. People was rushed to surgery or rushed out of surgery, but none of this where noticed by a boy sitting in the hallway. His eyes stayed at the floor and seemed distant to the world.
'… I'm sorry but you parents have been in an accident, it's really bad, do you have anyone we can call?'
No, he had no one, he hadn't seen his brother since he was 7 and his cousin had college in Japan. They've tried to get a hold of his brother, without luck, his cousin where on her way already but despite her efforts she couldn't be by his side before the day after tomorrow. He looked up when he noticed someone trying to get his attention, looked like he had tried for a while now.
"Have you even had a meal?"
It was a nurse, she looked worried. Ryoma didn't care about his puffy cheeks shoving he had been crying most of the day, he'd at first tried to keep from crying by his father side, but it was useless, he felt so hopeless. He'd just left his father's silent side, needing a break from all the sounds the machines made and his father's beaten and broken body. If only he would wake up and complain about lack of pornographic magazines.
"No, I've stayed here since the accident..."
His voice was rusty and his slightly distant gaze wandered to the glass door that made an invisible wall between him and his stoic father.
"You should really get some, come and let me take you to the canteen. We can eat dinner together, okay?"
Ryoma nodded slowly, he needed to take care of his body even if his dad never woke up so he could beat him in tennis. Even if it seemed hopeless, he weren't one to give up.