A/C: Welcome to my new fanfic 8D I hope you enjoy. It's mostly a story about my own Full Moon OC's but I'd really appreciate reviews and positive feedback C: Don't rag on my decisions, because they're my own. If you don't like this fanfic, it's a simple click to close the window. Also, these first few chapters will be mostly reviewing over Maki's young years, her growing up. It may just all be in this first chapter, but who knows. *shrug* It's a WIP. Enjoy!
"Kimi wo suki ni natte
Dore kurai tatsu no kanna."
The beginning melody sifted through Maki's hair, whispering lightly against her ears, coaxing her into a solemn, calm feeling. An almost regretful emotion threatened to overcome her. "Daddy? What's this song?"
Maki's father, a handsome man who always kept his dark hair back in a ponytail, smiled down at her as his rough hand brushed back her own dark tresses. "Eternal Snow. It's the song that will always remind me of your mother, Maki." He'd say, although if she insisted on knowing more, he'd refuse to tell her.
"Daddy, were you a musician?" Maki was only nine years old, not having known her mother at all. Maybe I never will, was a recurring thought that entered her mind as she grew up. Time after time, Takuto would refuse his daughter's pleas to tell him about himself, her mother, and numerous things that remained a mystery.
"Yes, I was. I sang as lead for the band Route: L." Every time, he'd let on just a teensy bit more about himself, but never her mother.
It's as if he wants to keep her to himself. Maki was thinking as she got on the transit bus. Several years had passed since her father would sing her to sleep. Along the way, as she was transitioning into high-school, she developed a tumor in her throat, much like the one her mother had, although she didn't know this.
Truthfully, she was scared to death. Her doctor was an old family friend, Keiichi Wakaouji. In fact, at that moment she was heading over for her regular exam, refusing to let herself become weak enough that Wakaouji had to make house visits.
"We're stopping at the hospital now. Please press the button if you wish to get off the bus."
Her finger poked at the button, hearing the all too familiar beep that signaled someone wished to leave. She stepped off carefully, her skirt swishing as the bus drove away, carrying the other passengers to designated areas.
Maki ran her hand through her hair. She'd seen photos of her mother as a young child and instead of wearing her hair up, she always wore it down in its original, wavy self. She'd cut it a few times to manage it easier, the ends just barely past her waist now. Her thoughts were on getting a new haircut as she entered the hospital doors.
An elevator ride and a few minutes later, she was knocking on Wakaouji's door. "Please, come in." Came the reply Maki recognized.
She opened the door quietly and stepped inside. "'Morning," She said quietly. A similarity she shared with Mitsuki was the fact she couldn't talk loud because of her tumor.
Keiichi turned around in his swivel chair. It'd been so long since he'd seen a familiar face such as hers. "Ah, Maki," He murmured, running his hand over the coarse graying stubble along his chin. "I see Mitsuki in you every time."
She blushed. Her mother was certainly a beautiful woman; she'd seen so herself when looking at a hidden photo album. Mitsuki, Takuto, and herself as a baby of two months were in a family photo tucked away in Takuto's office drawer. "Can we please just get this over with? I'm not meaning to be rude, but I feel uncom-"
The doctor nodded solemnly. "I know what you mean. Treating another patient with a similar case as Mitsuki's is heart breaking for me. Why, when she was young-"
"You treated my mother for throat cancer?" Maki interrupted, her voice was louder than necessary.
"Wha-?" Wakaouji confused himself. "N-no, of course not." Damn. His promise to Takuto a long time ago kept him from blurting everything out to Mitsuki's daughter. Wakaouji himself helped deliver Maki, the first to see her, him the first thing she saw as he introduced her to the world. The large, cruel world that claims victims heartlessly. The doctor shook his head.
After peering into her throat several times, he leaned back. "It seems that the swelling has been down for a while. You aren't doing anything such as over vocalizing activities like yell-"
"Sensei, I know that already. I haven't been doing anything. Can I be excused now? Be sure to call my father to update him, please." Without another word from him or herself, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"Maki-" Click. She had no clue what he was going to say, nor did she want to. All she wanted was to talk to Fuyumi.
Only Fuyumi had ever been supportive since learning of her cancer. Well, despite her other friends at her junior high, Fuyumi was really the only one who actually seemed to know what was going on with her. Maki had met Fuyumi in her first year as an elementary student. They hit it off fast, and as long as she could remember, it was always Fuyu there behind her all the way, whether she liked it or not.
She pulled out her cell phone, a pink flip that her father gave her as means of communication. Since she'd learned of the tumor in her throat, it seemed like Maki could never stay home. She was always out and about, reading, observing crowds, window shopping, or hanging out with Fuyumi.
Her own father hadn't been that supportive when he learned of the tumor. Takuto, although he had had one, blamed himself, feeling as if she inherited the disease. All he could tell her was to get surgery; nowadays, it was all that usually came out of his mouth, other than the casual "How was school?", "How are your grades?", and so on.
"Maki, are you alright?" Fuyumi's voice broke through the semi-silence over the line, causing Maki to tear away from her thoughts.
She smiled subconsciously. Fuyumi, always worried, forever going to be her "Mother Hen", her best friend. "Nothing's wrong. I just had a check up. The swelling's been down now for quite a while. He didn't seem that concerned so I'll be fine for a while."
"What are you doing right now?"
"I'm just walking, planning to head downtown and maybe grab a bite to eat. What about you?" She asked.
Fuyumi cupped her hand over the phone and spoke to someone whose voice was muffled over the line. Maki patiently waited, knowing the words that were going to come out of Fuyu's mouth. "Stuck home, babysitting Azumi and Keisuke. I'd come down there, but I'm sure you aren't in the mood to be around these two."
She was exactly right. In fact, Maki wasn't even in the mood to be around anyone. She just wanted to head for the riverbank and write. "Yeah. I'll talk to you later, Fuyu. I need some time alone."
"Alright, Maki. Call me later." Click.
Maki's thoughts remained elsewhere as her feet subconsciously walked the familiar path to the riverbank, where her mind seemed to open up tenfold, her thoughts spilling out like Jenga blocks falling over. As she sat down in her spot, her mind was on her mother, as it always seemed to be.
A/C: Sooo, yeah :3 Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Not really much to it, but I really hope you enjoy it. I promise there's going to be more.. liveliness? I guess, in the next chapter. I just wanted to get this typed up quickly so y'all can read. Please, positive reviews only and constructive criticism. ~Cindy
