Kuroko Kyou leaned against the window of the railway train as she watched the sakura trees flash by, seeing the sakura petals flow in the wind, disappearing in thin air. Humming a jingle that Kyou heard from a ramune soda commercial this morning, she stroked the hair of an eight-year old boy, snoring on her lap quietly as he used it as a pillow.
Smiling at the sight, he started to squirm slightly, but Kyou continued to stroke his hair until he was once again comfortable, and continued to snore in his sleep.
Looking out the window once again, Kyou continued to hum the jingle, until she heard his voice, which was music to her ears.
Seeing this seven-year old sit up and rub his eyes. The boy had light teal, medium long hair, and blue eyes that were as deep as the Caribbean Sea. Looking at his surroundings he looked surprised, fear and confusion shown on his face, looking around at the unknown scenery until he spotted Kyou. Finally finding the person he was looking for, he smiled. "I found you mama! Good morning-ssu!" His smile is very nostalgic, he has the same smile as him.
A sad smile formed on her lips, remembered the smile that she saw years ago. Kyou ruffled his hair, as she tried her best to show a happy smile. "Good morning Kyouta, how was your nap?"
Kyouta stretched his arms in the air and put his hand in front of his mouth to cover his loud yawn. "It was great mama! Your lap was so warm and comfortable-ssu!" Kyouta said as he turned around and stared at the scenery outside of the window. His eyes sparkly and in awe at the pink sakura trees, pointing at the window, Kyouta said, "Look mama! The sakura blossoms look like the ones on your clip-ssu!"
Surprised at his comment. Kyou touched the sakura clip that was attached to back of her light blue hair, feeling a slight blush crept on her cheeks. Pulling the clip off of her hair, Kyou remembered a memory that she didn't want to remember. "He always knew that I loved sakura blossoms..." Kyou mumbled, the small clip in her hand, remembering the sad, unwanted memories that were Kyou's past.
Kyouta had an innocent look in his eyes. He looked up at his mother with curiosity. "Did you say something mama? I wanna know-ssu!"
"Ahh...no, it's nothing..." Kyou said, her palm resting on her cheek, as she continued to stare at the falling sakura petals.
"Alright-ssu!" Kyouta exclaimed, looking at the window again.
Turning to look at her son, hearing him aimlessly chatter about the beauty of the sakura blossoms and the wondrous time he was having on the train.
He sure likes to talk...there are times he just doesn't stop talking. Kyouta acted mature for his age, and he respected his elders, but there were times that his rambling could continue forever.
"We have arrived safely at Tokyo Station, thank-you for joining us and have a safe departure." The conductor said through the loud-speaker.
Hearing the announcement, Kyou stood up and grabbed the baggage that was on the train floor. Turning to Kyouta, Kyou extended her hand and smiled. "Come on Kyouta, it's time to get off."
"Okay mama, but where are we? Why are we here-ssu? " Kyouta asked with a questionable look in his eyes, grabbing his mother's hand and their baggage, as they walked outside of the train, the train doors closing behind them.
"Hmm...we're in Tokyo because your aunt Satsuki is having a baby, and your uncle Tetsu has to work. We have to take care of your aunty!" Kyou said, taking the baggage from Kyouta's hand, not wanting him to carry such heavy bags. "Besides, I gotten a new job as a teacher in Tokyo, so we were going to move here eventually..." Kyou answered softly.
But honestly, Kyou didn't want to come back...she had too many memories here. Maybe I should have just stayed in Kamakura with Jii-chan.
As Kyou was wondering if she had made the right decision for coming back, a sinking feeling crept in her chest, Kyou's hand clenching the fabric in front of her chest. A small tear rolled down her face.
Wiping the tear off her face as quickly as she could, Kyou tried to muster up enough positive energy to put on a happy face. "Let's go to your uncle Tetsu's house, he must be waiting!" Kyou grabbed Kyouta's hand, leading him to their destination.
Kyouta feeling the tension in his mother's hand, looked up at her with concern. He noticed that her eyes were a bit puffy and red. Seeing this, Kyouta let go of his mother's hand.
Kyou feeling surprised as she felt the sudden release of her son's hand, she turned to look at Kyouta. Kyou was more worried at her son, Kyouta stood there silently, staring at the ground.
Worried to see what was wrong, Kyou crouched down until they were at eye level, putting her hands on his shoulder. Concern appeared in Kyou's eyes, she asked him, "What's wrong Kyouta? Do you have a stomachache from the train ride?"
Kyouta shook his head, still not meeting his mother's eyes, he mumbled, "Mama...are you not happy to be here? You don't have to stay in Tokyo, we can go back and live with Jii-chan if that makes you happy...you won't have to work so hard either...gomenasai-ssu..."
"Why are you sorry Kyouta? You didn't do anything wrong!" Shock appeared on Kyou's face, wondering why her son was apologizing.
Kyouta looked at Kyou's eyes, small tears started to stream down his cute face. "B-but mama has been all sad since we got here, it's my fault we had to move here, and mama has to work so hard-ssu..." Kyouta explained, shame in his voice, as he looked down on the ground once again.
Hearing his confession, she grabbed Kyouta, Kyou's arms wrapped around his small body, pulling him into a tight embrace. Kyou's hand reached for his head, rubbing his head in a soothing motion to calm him. "Yosh, no need to cry Kyouta..." Running her fingers in his soft blue hair, pulling him back to face her, a warm smile shown on her face.
"Mama has a lot of memories of Tokyo, so it made me very sad. It's not your fault that I work so hard Kyouta, I work hard because I love you. I want you to always have a smile on your face, and a stomach full of yummy, delicious food, and a roof over your head, so are you sad about mama working so hard just because I love you?"
Kyouta rubbed his eyes, wiping up the tears, and sniffing his nose. "N-no...I just want mama to be happy-ssu..."
Sighing, Kyou lifted her pointer finger and flicked Kyouta's forehead. "Baka...I'm happy if you are smiling, so can you smile for mama?" She waited for Kyouta to smile, wanting him to feel better.
Kyouta looked up at his mother again, but with a smile on his face. "I'm smiling now mama, so are you feeling better-ssu?"
Seeing his smile, relieved the sinking feeling in Kyou's heart. Standing up again, and ruffling his hair, Kyou looked at him once again. "I feel way better!" Stretching her arms in the air, showing that her sadness disappeared. "See! I'm full of positive energy!"
Kyouta still looked unconvinced, worry ran through his eyes. "Are you lying mama? Do you really feel better-ssu?"
Grabbing his hand, they continued to walk towards their destination. Looking down at her adorable son again, a smile grew on Kyou's face. "Why would I lie? Your happiness is my happiness!" Kyou said proudly, a confident smile formed on her lips.
Kyouta being the perspective child he is, noticed his mother's sad eyes and worried face. Living with his mother for his entire life, he knew how hard it was for her to raise him. Kyouta wasn't all smiles and sunshine as he seems. He loved and admired his mother for always acting strong and keeping a smile on her face. Kyouta knew she was in pain, vowing that he would protect his mother's kind smile.
With determination showing in Kyouta's teal eyes, he mustered up his best smile, grabbing the baggage in his mother's hand and pulling her forward, surprising the twenty-eight year old. "I'm a gentleman mama! I can't let a lady carry the luggage-ssu!"
Shock was written all over Kyou's face, but a smile formed on her lips. "Hai, hai...but even if you're a gentleman, you're still a child!" Kyou said, as she took the larger baggage, giving Kyouta a smaller suitcase to carry. "You can still be a gentleman by helping me, but as a mama, I can't let my son carry everything! Even if I'm a lady!"
A pout appeared on Kyouta's face, his eyebrows furled. "I'm a gentleman mama, not a kid...but I can't refuse a lady's request...-ssu" Kyouta said, accepting the smaller suitcase.
Laughing at the sight of her son's adorable pouting face, Kyou ruffled his hair playfully and gave him a huge grin. "Why is my son so cute!?" She gushed, receiving a groan from Kyouta.
"You're messing up my hair mama!" Kyouta said as he straighted the sides of his hair, from the sudden mess that Kyou just inflicted on his cute hairstyle. "It took me a while to make it look this good-ssu..." Kyouta mumbled, giving his mama a frown. Kyouta crossed his arms, putting up a small act that he was mad, but his frown instantaneously turned into a smile as he faced me. "But if it's mama, it's alright! I would be angry if anyone else messed with me, but I can make you a exception-ssu!"
Smiling that she was his only exception, feeling very privileged, Kyou said. "Now, we have to hurry Kyouta! It's getting dark, and aunty Satsuki might be making dinner now...you know how your aunty cooks right?" A nervous tone in Kyou's voice, remembering the horrendous creations Satsuki cooked in their middle school days. She grabbed Kyouta's hand and started to run.
Kyouta turned pale, remembering his aunty's cooking skills, shuddering at the thought of eating one of her abominations ever again. "Y-yeah...let's hurry before she cooks something-ssu!"
They nervously grinned at each other as they ran through the streets of Tokyo, heading towards Uncle Tetsu and Aunty Satsuki's house, worrying if they would be able to eat tonight's dinner.
My first chapter! Sorry if you were expecting stuff with Kise, but I wanted to start out with Kyou's relationship with Kyouta! There will be a past explanation chapter soon! Please review and comment on grammar mistakes! Arigatou for reading the first chapter! Much appreciated!