Author's note: I've written this story each summer, approximately 7 times thus far. I will explain a little more in-depth another day, but for now, just know that this story never makes it very far, and I stopped writing it in August of 2014. However, this re-write has been the longest re-write to date, so there's hope for this fic...there's hope. And who knows? Maybe I'll continue it. (PS I once published one of the early re-writes of this story on before called "An Act of Goodwill" by my former pen-name "Itachi012110" if you wanted to read it, or have read it before when I was still Itachi012110.
Oh, and be warned, the plot is very vague. Even I don't really know where it's going...
And one more thing: it does take place in the United States, primarily in Minneapolis, Minnesota and there is mention of several other states across the country. Note, I've never personally been to Minneapolis or Minnesota, or many of the other states for that matter, so please bear with me (and if any of you are from Minneapolis or have ever been there to visit, please tell me what it's like so I can be more accurate with my facts. A person can only get so far with their local weather station and online maps...that goes for the other states mentioned...it would be a help, that's for sure.)
When I was little, I used to draw pictures of what I thought my parents looked like. The orphanage director always said that I looked just like my mother, blonde haired, blue-eyed and with freckles all over. So I started with that. A skinny stick figure with yellow hair that flared at her shoulders, blue circles for eyes, little orange dots covering up almost every inch of her face, a big smile drawn in red crayon and a triangular purple dress.
The orphanage director had never met my dad so drawing him was a bit more difficult. In my mind, he had long blonde hair, like me, because I thought that if it was okay for a boy to have long hair, then my dad must have had long blonde hair like mine. He too had blue circle eyes and a big red crayon smile and was basically a taller version of the drawing of my mom. "Daddy and mommy" I had written across the top of the page, with a little bit of adult help with the spelling, in green letters that progressively grew smaller as I began to run out of space for them.
As time passed, I began to lose hope in the idea that my mother would come back for me and started to spend more of my time imagining what my future mother would look like instead. Would she be a Latina working alongside her husband at a family owned restaurant somewhere close to home? Or maybe she'd be a red headed woman who drives a jeep and loves to hike through the desert? Or maybe, just maybe, she'd look the way I imagined my mother would.
Half a year ago, I met the woman that would be my mother and the man who would be my future father, Konan and Yahiko.
Konan had dark brown mahogany hair that was cropped just before her shoulders, silver irises that held a certain intensity to them because they were so bright and inquisitive, but also a sense of mystery accentuated by her dark mascara. Her skin was pale and her face was flush from the change in temperature. They were from Minnesota, where it was below freezing and snowing every day, whereas I was from Arizona, where it was a chilling forty degrees for the desert, but nowhere close to snowing or anything like that.
Yahiko had auburn hair parted on the side and neatly combed back from his face. His eyes were brown and penetrated deep into my soul. He was intimidating, but his voice was friendly, which helped me ease up a bit.
Both dressed professionally, as though they had just left from an important meeting just to come out here and meet me which probably wasn't far from the truth. Yahiko was the CEO of his own company, and Konan was the COO just below him. They were definitely important people.
"Well, Deidara, it's been nice meeting you." Yahiko had said to me, rising from his chair and extending a hand for a handshake.
I hesitantly took it, surprised by the firmness of his crushing grip but not really wanting to let go either. "It was nice meeting you too."
"Would you like to be a part of our family?" He asked me.
"Of course!" I blurted out, immediately wishing that I could have responded more calmly instead of acting like a kid desperately wishing for a real home and a family to go with, no matter what.
"Good. We have a big family," Yahiko said, voice trailing as though he had expected me to object.
"That's okay!" I blurted out again, and mentally cursed myself for acting so childish.
Meanwhile, Konan was whispering something to Yahiko and glancing back at me. Yahiko shrugged it off and smiled. "Well then, you're in for a quite a surprise." He said. "We'll be seeing you soon, Deidara, take care."
"You too!" I waved and watched them as they walked out the door.
Ever since then I have been patiently waiting for the day when I would be walking right behind them, through the doors of my new home.
"Attention, passengers, we have landed in Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport, thank you for choosing to fly with us and enjoy the rest of your day." The flight attendant announced over the intercom system.
Today, six months later, that moment has finally arrived.
I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to comment in the reviews section what you liked the most or didn't like or whatever - comments make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and motivate me to write more. If you don't comment, that's fine too.
Until next time!
~Sasori33-001
