A.N.: Hello everyone!! I don't really have much to say about this fic yet, so I just hope you enjoy it. I got the inspiration for writing this fic from watching DNAngel on YouTube…so you can thank them for that. This'll be my first published Kingdom Hearts fic.
And as always, the Dislaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. It is currently owned by the Walt Disney Inc. and Square-Enix Inc. But if I did, I would have made Roxas and Naminé more involved in KH II, and probably would've made it darker too…anyway…
I present to you readers the prologue…
Italics: Thoughts, flashbacks…
3/07/2007- Edited for consistency and formatting.
Terms you should know:
Japanese:
Otousan- Father.
Ojisan- Grandfather.
Obasan- Grandmother.
"Portrait of a Young Woman"
By
Malcolm Yuy
Prologue: Remembering Her
"Gomen nasai, Otousan."
Darkness filled the house as a presence made their way into the house. Rain dripped from their clothes as they trekked their footprints further into the dwelling. After making their way into the bedroom, the person took off a black trenchcoat, with a black hat to match as they threw it onto the bed. They then walked a few steps further, until they reached a particular room- the Display Room, as "she" had called it. The person flipped on the switch as they stepped inside the room. The light filtered through the person's profile, revealing an aging old man. White and grey filled his once brown hair, still unruly as ever as the man made his way over towards a black piano that sat in the center of the room.
A frown made its way upon his lips as he sat at the piano. A beard surrounded his once clean cut visage, and as the man looked out a nearby window, his fingers began playing a slow, but warm melody despite the situation that had currently passed him. Rain poured heavily in the darkness, as lightening flashed, helping to illuminate the room even more as he played. He then focused back on playing as he closed his eyes, his ears picking up upon the composition as a grim smile came onto his face.
He opened his eyes, giving the room a forlorn look as he gazed at the room from within. His blue orbs held age as he slowly took his time observing the walls, a collage of paintings adorning throughout. As he turned his head to the left, the elder pianist glanced at one painting in particular. It sat at the center of the wall, adjacent to the grand piano that the man was playing. He sighed as he finished the song, his eyes never leaving that painting. He couldn't help but utter her name as he looked upon it.
"Kairi…"
The young woman's name held resonance in him as he continued to examine the painting. It was a portrait, done with light colors on a white canvas. What it depicted was a young woman, seen to be in her teens, standing at the beach, barefoot as light blue water brushed against her legs, wearing a rose colored sundress. Long auburn hair slightly swayed in the breeze, a smile adorning her face as her violet-blue orbs looked out toward the ocean.
"Ojisan..?"
The old man broke his gaze away from the portrait to glance down at a little girl, who had auburn hair and green eyes, and wore a pink-yellow dress with matching slippers. A smile broke onto the man's face.
"Ah, hello Ame-chan. What brings you to my humble abode?" the man asked, trying to be happy despite the situation that he was currently in. His granddaughter turned to glance at the painting. Her green orbs were set as she looked at the painting in fascination.
"Who, who is that Ojisan?" the girl asked, as she pointed towards the portrait. The elder man turned his gaze from his granddaughter and looked back up at the painting.
"That, Ame-chan, was your grandmother…" The man answered. The girl turned to look at her grandfather.
"Really..? She was very pretty," the girl said. The man nodded.
"Yes, just like you, Ame-chan," the grandfather stated. The girl smiled.
"When did you meet Obasan, Ojisan?" the granddaughter asked. The grandfather turned in his seat to direct his eyes toward the girl.
"When did I meet her? Well…well you see Ame-chan, that portrait you see there was my finest work, and it was painted a very long time ago. Forty years ago, to be exact. That was when I met your grandmother," the old man replied.
"Really?" the girl asked. The man nodded.
"Really," the man said. Their eyes then jerked as they saw another presence enter the room.
"Ame-chan, there you are…I've been looking everywhere for you…" a young man said, breathing deeply. The girl frowned at the young man.
"Gomen, Otousan. I just wanted to make sure that Ojisan was okay," the girl stated. The young man smiled as he looked down upon his daughter.
"I know sweetheart, but right now, Ojisan needs his time alone. We should get you home, ne?" the man asked. The girl nodded.
"Right." She then ran up and suddenly hugged her grandfather, who was still sitting at the seat. Her arms wrapped around his waist. "Bye Ojisan. I hope you get to feeling better," the girl said. The old man gave her a sad smile.
"Me too Ame-chan, me too. Now, hurry along to your mother," the old man said. The girl nodded as she let go, and then ran out of the room, leaving the two men to themselves.
"Otousan…will you be all right?" the young man asked. The old man gave his son a grim smile.
"Yes Kyo, I think so." The son gave a small smile back.
"I hope so, Otousan…I miss her," the son said. His father suddenly frowned as he looked back at his legacy.
"Me too son, me too," the old man stated. The son then looked away from his father.
"Well Otousan, I'll be leaving now. Take care." The young man was about to leave when he suddenly turned to look back toward his father. "Oh, and if you need anything, please, don't hesitate to call me and Mizore, all right?"
The old man nodded. "All right. Take care, son."
The young man bowed. "You too, Father." The young man then left the room, leaving the old man to himself. He turned to look back.
"Forty years ago…"
Forty years ago, I thought I knew everything there was to know about love…
Forty years ago, I thought that I knew everything about relationships, and all they brought was grief and heartache.
Forty years ago, I thought I would never love…
That was, until I met you, Kairi…
Little did I know that meeting you would change my whole perspective on life…
And make me a better man because of it…
Forty years ago…
Well, I hope you all enjoyed the prologue. I'll probably have the first chapter up in a week. Thank you all for taking the time to read, and any reviews can and would be appreciated, so, thanks!!
Until the first chapter, ja ne!!- Malcolm Yuy