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Words in italics represent the thoughts of the characters.
Chapter 1.
It wasn't true. It couldn't be. The raven-haired boy blinked and stared at the strange yet familiar figure standing across the road. She was standing there, in the pale morning sunlight of Kanagawa. Her face, it seemed older than when he had last seen her nine years ago. She had long raven hair like he did, and the same pale, sickly skin. Her soft brown eyes that used too glow with love for him now stared blankly across the road, watching the morning traffic buzz.
It was none other than his mother. His mother who had walked out on their family when he was only a little boy of six. He remembered the night when she left very well. He could hear his parents having a stormy argument downstairs. His mother seemed to be crying, and his father was answering her in cold tones. The argument had worn on longer than usual, and he remembered how heartsick he felt at hearing them argue. Rukawa then heard her snatch up her up a suitcase and began throwing all her things inside it. She walked out that very night, ignoring his pleas and pitiful cries. She had promised him that she would come and visit him and send him lots of letters, but she never did. His joy in life had died when she disappeared from his life.
He soon got to know from his father that she had moved away from Kanagawa to Osaka. Yet, here she was now, standing, staring blankly. She did not seem to have noticed him. He could see that she had aged. Her eyes were tired and the way she held herself up seemed weary. Then, she seemed to wake up from her daydream and slowly walked away. Full or curiosity, he followed her. He kept up with her easily. She did not seem to notice that someone was following her.
She walked on until she came to a huge, gleaming mansion. A spacious garden, gleaming windows, and in the garden, Rukawa froze as he saw two children, one boy and one girl, about eight years and four years playing happily. The elder one called out as she entered.
"Toosan! Where did toosan go without us?" he cried running to her and giving her a hug.
She laughed at their little worried faces and replied, "Don't be alarmed, Saoka, Chihiro, I just went out for a walk. It's so good to be back in Kanagawa."
Can it be her? Rukawa wondered. She's.she married again? Shock coursed through him. At that moment, he saw a postman drop a few letters into the freshly painted letterbox.
"Get the post, Chihiro," she said cheerfully to her son.
Rukawa ran after the postman who was delivering a letter to the house next door. He managed to catch up and asked rather breathlessly. "Excuse me," he panted, "who lives in that house?"
"Oh, Mr. Hanomuri Sakimoto and his wife, Mizuki," answered the postman. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing," he answered, his heart sinking. "I thought they looked familiar." So it was his mother after all. Except now that she was no longer Mizuki Rukawa but Mizuki Sakimoto. He walked away, and never in his life had he felt so bitter.
Tbc.
This is my first fic.... boring? Pls review and tell me what u guys think.
PS: Thanx! You actually read this whole thing.
PPS: Sorry about the paragraphs.
Words in italics represent the thoughts of the characters.
Chapter 1.
It wasn't true. It couldn't be. The raven-haired boy blinked and stared at the strange yet familiar figure standing across the road. She was standing there, in the pale morning sunlight of Kanagawa. Her face, it seemed older than when he had last seen her nine years ago. She had long raven hair like he did, and the same pale, sickly skin. Her soft brown eyes that used too glow with love for him now stared blankly across the road, watching the morning traffic buzz.
It was none other than his mother. His mother who had walked out on their family when he was only a little boy of six. He remembered the night when she left very well. He could hear his parents having a stormy argument downstairs. His mother seemed to be crying, and his father was answering her in cold tones. The argument had worn on longer than usual, and he remembered how heartsick he felt at hearing them argue. Rukawa then heard her snatch up her up a suitcase and began throwing all her things inside it. She walked out that very night, ignoring his pleas and pitiful cries. She had promised him that she would come and visit him and send him lots of letters, but she never did. His joy in life had died when she disappeared from his life.
He soon got to know from his father that she had moved away from Kanagawa to Osaka. Yet, here she was now, standing, staring blankly. She did not seem to have noticed him. He could see that she had aged. Her eyes were tired and the way she held herself up seemed weary. Then, she seemed to wake up from her daydream and slowly walked away. Full or curiosity, he followed her. He kept up with her easily. She did not seem to notice that someone was following her.
She walked on until she came to a huge, gleaming mansion. A spacious garden, gleaming windows, and in the garden, Rukawa froze as he saw two children, one boy and one girl, about eight years and four years playing happily. The elder one called out as she entered.
"Toosan! Where did toosan go without us?" he cried running to her and giving her a hug.
She laughed at their little worried faces and replied, "Don't be alarmed, Saoka, Chihiro, I just went out for a walk. It's so good to be back in Kanagawa."
Can it be her? Rukawa wondered. She's.she married again? Shock coursed through him. At that moment, he saw a postman drop a few letters into the freshly painted letterbox.
"Get the post, Chihiro," she said cheerfully to her son.
Rukawa ran after the postman who was delivering a letter to the house next door. He managed to catch up and asked rather breathlessly. "Excuse me," he panted, "who lives in that house?"
"Oh, Mr. Hanomuri Sakimoto and his wife, Mizuki," answered the postman. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing," he answered, his heart sinking. "I thought they looked familiar." So it was his mother after all. Except now that she was no longer Mizuki Rukawa but Mizuki Sakimoto. He walked away, and never in his life had he felt so bitter.
Tbc.
This is my first fic.... boring? Pls review and tell me what u guys think.
PS: Thanx! You actually read this whole thing.
PPS: Sorry about the paragraphs.