Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice nor do I own the phrase that clearly states the definition of the word serendipity.
Purely created for the White Out Challenge administrated by this. pen. is. red (without spaces).
It was an evening like this where he sat down on the green porch and indulged himself with the scent of clean, cut grass after a long day of lawn mowing. Because the clouds illuminated the sunset at this time of day, he could not help but yield to the temptation of counting the blanket of clouds that were spread across the stretching sky of a red hue.
Although there were many watchers who admired the time of dusk as the lights would blaze brightly in the sky, he would prefer the sky soaked in a hue of yellow-red as the sun set any day.
It was strange because he had never been a fan of red because it reminded him of many things that accumulated his anguish.
Blood. Loss. Grief. Hatred.
He noticed the scratches plastered on the porch; the green fading from old age. He sighed, simply because painting the porch was added to his to-do list that never seemed to end. Everything had to be perfect, because that was all he could do for the person he owed the most.
As the beads of water dropped onto his golden locks, he almost frowned, but caught himself red-handed in the act. He knew that many people had suffered through worse - yet here he was, displeased with the leakage in the water pipes.
He knew that beyond the ends of the world, there were things that were described as unimaginably lamentable but he knew it was a matter of time until his greed manipulated him.
"Hey."
He raised his head in a startled manner, his blue oceanic eyes widening at the sight standing in front of him.
"Why are you home so early?" he spoke, unconsciously allowing accusation to be evident in his voice.
The man who stood on the cropped grass raised a black brow before regrettably saying, "You're not my mother."
An indignant expression dawned upon him when his own best friend slashed a detrimental statement at him, even if it was unintentional. The incident that occurred a year ago began replaying itself in his head as the black-haired man made a move to sit beside him in a comforting manner, but decided against it and walked past to leave him to his thoughts.
He had remembered the succinct words spoken by his best friend many years ago.
"Serendipity."
"Huh?" he remembered the confusion that had hit him that day when that strange word was spoken.
"That's what you are." He remembered hearing that unusual word for the first time, yet it had a very formidable effect on him. He remembered he had fervently searched the word in a dictionary and he remembered how unsteady his breaths were as he read the words aloud.
Then, it hit him.
"Oi, Ruka! Did you already wash the dishes? I thought we agreed that I'd - "
"Yeah, I did," he answered back, a small smile gracing his features.
Coming back to a home where he didn't have to worry about an explosion concerning the dishwasher or a concealed bomb above the attic, it was the least he could do for him. It was a promise unspoken, because he knew he'd do anything for him. He owed him that much.
"Welcome home, Natsume."
"Good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discoveries."
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this . pen . is . red (without the spaces), cheers to your brilliance! Because we all hate washing dirty dishes - well, at least I do. Please excuse the grammatical errors and the terrible plot, I just needed to write or I'd go crazy. Leave a review if you have anything to say ;) it is greatly appreciated.
~I've Perfected Imperfection.