A/N: Wrote this awhile ago on my DeviantArt account. Since there is a section for Alive fanfics now I might as well put it up. It's drabble and not even completed so it isn't the best thing I've ever written. Thanks for reading it anyway. Inspired by: "Haru Haru (Day by Day)" by: Big Bang
Lines (from lyrics) used: They're in bold in the story
The barely aging women stared down at her son and he stared back as if she were a stranger. It would seem that way, he's never seen him act this way in his life. Never would he ever imagine that his mother would be holding a knife up to her throat. But the young women just kept smiling and ignored the silver tears that streamed down his flushed cheeks. My have I made you angry? Are you angry or just disappointed? There was never much she could give him anyway. At least not now. She's taught him enough to leave him.
"Yuta, my sweet, sweet Yuta. I'd never leave you. I wouldn't if I weren't being order-called. If I weren't I wouldn't leave you." Her perfect Yuta stared up at him without a glimpse of hope in his eyes. He leaned forward, hand outstretched towards her, but he paused just as he saw the glistening knife poke at her throat. The boy gasped softly and opened his mouth fully prepared to speak, but closed it shut again.
Yuta… What is it that you'd like to say? Was it that-, "It would've hurt less if we didn't meet at all"? Hm? "Be strong, Yuta." She gently, "I hope you will bury our promise of being together forever, baby." Yuta was struck back by this. How could she say that? All she had to do was stay. Release the knife and regret ever scaring her child. Cradle him in his arms and apologize. Was that not her intention? Was she never going to stay? Did she not love her child enough to live? No. His mother loved him. Is this the best for him?
Her last words 'I'll pray for you' rang softly like a bell against his ears before she slit her throat repeatedly. Blood sprayed his face along with the pure white wall behind him. It was silent when the lump of flesh fell to the floor, turning cold each passing second. He couldn't dare look down at his mother's face. She was smiling…
Yuta's words choked him, leaving him mute for the time being while the atmosphere closed in around him. He'd love to lock himself away right now. He hated the silence, but he didn't want to stay in this environment either. The boy's thoughts turned into ones of a box. Yes, a perfect, equal sized box that only he could stay in. That only he and his mother existed in. Mother was just being stubborn… His perfect box became solid inside of his imagination and soon he noticed that the air was stiffer around him. Huh… He opened his eyes, terrified of the thought of ever being caged somewhere. His house still looked the same so maybe nothing happened… Yuta wiped his face with his bloody palm. The blood smeared across his face and he only wondered how mother was doing at that very moment. Did she still look peaceful?
The child looked down at the bloody corpse and felt more hot tears pour down. "Mother… Mother." He cried, reaching out towards her only to hug her one last time. Though he was stopped by… nothing? He gasped, placing his hands on the empty space that humans called air. How could this be? He couldn't get out! The boy became frightened, weeping frantically as to not being able to reach his mother. "Mother!" It was as if he was stuck in a…
Box.
Yuta paused. His perfect box was now keeping him securely in his spot. No. I want to see Mother!! He willingly shattered the box and crawled over to his mother. No one was ever going to separate them again. Never.