Hola, amigos! I've returned with a new story and it's even a multi-chapter one. :D Before I say anything about this fanfic, let me briefly inform those who are reading my other ongoing stories (a.k.a. See You Again and The Curse of Jealousy) that I finally, after months of waiting, got my family's main computer back. I'm thrilled and I've already started going through all the stories I had to put on hold. I'm working on finishing the latest chapter for both See You Again and The Curse of Jealousy, so I should be able to have those up very soon. It feels amazing to be able to work on my old fanfics again.
That aside, now I'll discuss this a little bit. I actually wrote this first chapter not around an hour ago on Tumblr for my Haruka role play blog and the idea came to me to write a multi-chapter story focused on the adorable Shota. My plan is that each chapter will contain a short drabble that has Haruka thinking about a certain topic that makes him happy, reminiscent, sad, angry, etcetera. For example: Haruka's reason for loving a particular type of flower and what made him come to like it. Or, the joy he gets from watching Akira roughhouse with Kengo and it reminding him of the relationship he had with his brother. Stuff along those lines.
I'm pretty sure that this will be a lot of fun to do and I'll try to update frequently, as long as I can think of more chapters to write. Alright, not much else to say, so I'll leave it at that. I hope you enjoy this first chapter!
Haruka sat quietly at his desk in his room, mindlessly flipping through the pages of a math book that his friend had accidentally left over at his house. He was quite bored, not an unusual occurrence, and wasn't really sure what to do. Maybe he'd call his older friend Kou and see if he could come over or ask Akira if he was available to hang out.
"Akira might be spending today with his mother, though. It is Mother's Day, after all." The boy said aloud, to nobody in particular, and gave a small sigh, pushing back from his desk. Standing up from his chair, Haruka walked toward the large window on his left and looked out, staring at the grey sky. "I wonder what people normally do on Mother's Day…"
It wasn't much of a surprise that Haruka knew barely anything about Mother's Day, especially since his mother had been dead for many years now and he hadn't gotten to spend enough time with her. She died when he was merely three-years-old, still a baby practically, and he had witnessed her death firsthand. It had scarred him, it was a horrible memory that was etched into his mind. However, he did his best to move past it. He would never completely be over it, but he had matured and learned to be happy for what he did have.
The graduate's thoughts went to his friends then and he smiled softly, continuing to gaze out at his spacious front yard. That's right, his friends were definitely his family. They had helped fill a part of his life that was missing and he was undeniably glad to have met them, to have them stay by his side through everything. Akira, Kou, Kengo, Aya, Shirogane, Master, Mayu, Hikojuuro…they were all his family. Even though he could never get back his parents, he was so grateful to have friends that cared for him and loved him.
"Mom, wherever you are," Haruka began, looking at the sky again and his smile getting a bit wider, "I love you. Happy Mother's Day."
I know, that was incredibly short. I'm sorry, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. But, drabbles are genuinely short, which is why I don't feel too bad for how short this turned out. Also, can I just take a minute to say that I murdered my feels after finishing this? Writing that last line, I was like, "Nope, so much nope." I wanted to throw myself down some stairs because it really killed me. Haruka, baby, why? Why is your past heartbreaking and tragic? It's great to expand on, but the downside is crying forever. D': Anyway, hopefully you enjoyed that little beginning chapter. If you happen to have any suggestions or an idea for a drabble you'd like to see in a future chapter, then please don't hesitate to let me know. I'm happy to consider any suggestions I get. Happy Mother's Day, everybody!