1st. Chapter
- I'm home! screamed a seven years old blond boy, who slammed the door behind him loudly and threw his shoes and school bag to a corner of small hall way.
- Hi honey, how was your day? Sakura asked while making a dinner for two in a kitchen.
- It was awesome! Our own teacher was sick, so we got a substitute, who wasn't beware of my pranks! He practically fell for each and every one of them! What do we have for dinner? the boy asked when he entered the kitchen and got a smell of delicious food from a pan his mother was holding above the stove.
- Hotaru, you shouldn't have done that to that poor substitute, Sakura said, turning his question down and turned around to see her son. She gave him an angry glare. The boy new about his mothers monstrous strength, and not just because of that, but because he felt guilty, he turned his ocean blue eyes to the ground and apologized.
- Don't apologize me. Your substitute is the one you should be apologizing. We'll talk about this later, but did anything else happen? Something to mention about? Sakura had turned back to the stove and was turning the meat pieces in a pan.
- No, not really. Well, my friends asked me about my dad. I didn't know what to answer, I don't have a father after all, Hotaru replied. Sakura froze right that moment. It was too painful for her to even think about him, not to mention about talking.
- Mom, is everything ok? Sakura woke up, when she heard her son's worried voice.
- Yeah, I'm fine. Now go to your room and do your homework, while I finish making dinner, Sakura smiled to her son. Hotaru ran to the hall way, pensively, picked up his school bag and ran to his room. Again, he slammed the door behind him with full power.
Sakura sighted. She loved her son, more than anything, but did he had to be like him in everyway? He had the same blond hair, ocean blue eyes, goofy smile and ability to piss all the teachers off, with his stupid pranks. Same as he did when they were young. Sakura had naturally bubble-gum-pink hair, green eyes and pale skin. If someone, who didn't know them, walked towards Sakura and Hotaru, he wouldn't even believe that they were related. That different they were. As Sakura had fallen to her thoughts, the stove was still on. She woke up just in time to save the pieces of meat from burning and continued making food for Hotaru and herself.
'I hate these stupid facts about chakra-control. With this, I'm the worst' Hotaru thought while he was browsing the big book that their substitute had given for them as a homework. 'If mom hadn't told me to do these, I wouldn't'. He looked only the pictures of the chapter they got for homework. 'Too boring'. When he was in the middle of falling asleep, he came to think about his mother's reaction, when he mentioned his father. It was like she had frozen in that moment. Sakura never had told him anything. Hotaru didn't know his father's name. Or did he even have a father. Sakura always just stayed quiet, and when Hotaru became worried, she smiled that well-made fake-smile that told everything was okay, when it really wasn't. That made him worry even more. What was she hiding? 'Did my father do something, that would make mom hate him? If so, what could it be?' Hotaru wanted to know. He wanted to know something that had happened in past, before he was born. But how? That was the question that needed an answer most badly.
He thought it for a while, until Sakura yelled at him to come eat dinner. Hotaru left his school stuff on the desk in his room and walked to the kitchen.