Melancholy of a Boy who once was
Summary: Tezuka family (including his grandfather) moved in another house a month before their only son's middle school starts. The house was big for the four of them but it didn't matter. What mattered most to the young Tezuka, was the other young boy who loves to hang out in the elegant house's private library. He didn't understand it at first and it was too late when he did.
"In a month's time our little boy would be entering his middle high, he's growing so fast." He heard his mother tell his father, they must have thought that he was sleeping. What else could he be doing in the car and he had his head rested on his ojiichan's shoulder. He didn't want to eavesdrop on his parent's melodramatic conversation so he did went to sleep.
"Saa,.. Can you have me as your friend? What took you so long?" An unfamiliar voice said and a soft chuckle was heard. He was dreaming, was he? But he couldn't see anything but darkness.
"Mitsu." He heard the soft voice of his mother. In an instant his eyes were opened. "We're here." His grandfather informed him.
Soon they got all the boxes out of the vehicle and Tezuka helped in bringing them inside their new home. Their new home was elegant, a three story house with an attic, four bedrooms with each having their own bathroom, each also had enough space; there was also another guest room, a fairly big living room and a neat kitchen. Outside was a clean garden and at the backyard was a tennis court. His ojiichan told him that there was an old lady taking care of the house especially the garden. The original owner will not be able to meet them soon since he was overseas though Kunimitsu wasn't that interested in meeting the owner.
"Thank you dear, maybe you could explore the house we'll fix this." Tezuka just brought the last of the baggage; he nodded and left his parents to finish the work while his grandfather was chatting with an old lady across the street.
Kunimitsu wandered around the hallways endlessly. 'This is bigger than I thought' he told himself. His family was not really rich but they can afford both the needs and wants. After a while he found himself facing a wooden door, it attracted his attention though the door was really plain and nothing in its description is attracting. There seemed to be an aura that draws the young Tezuka to come, it feels like someone was expecting him there.
As he opened the door a cozy warm feeling greeted him. The feeling of comfort came unconsciously to him. Inside the room was a medium –sized rectangular oak table and countless shelves filled with books aged by time; there were various types of books: children's book, history books, literature and some written in other languages. Amongst all this rare treasure one part of it caught his attention most. It was a pile of obviously unpublished manuscript and beside was a photo album. According his observation it wasn't so old, the pictures were high – quality and after all, there were dates written. The photos were breath taking, as if they were captured by a professional photographer. He continued browsing the album and saw pictures of a happy family, below the photo was a short caption –Fuji Family, My Loving and Caring Home-. There was also a photo of two young boys holding a tennis racquet: the older boy smiling at his grouchy little brother and below it was another caption –Yuuta smile even if you lose, especially when there's a camera ;) - , and what captivated Tezuka's eyes most was the last photo in the album. It was a single photo attached to a single page, as if telling him how special this photo is. A picture of the same older brunette in the previous photo sitting in a wheel chair, in his face was a smile; oblivious to him it was the last smile the young boy ever made.
"Saa,.. you should have asked permission to view that." It was the same voice that he heard in his sleep earlier that day. Upon looking back he saw the brunette in the picture standing in front of him smiling with both his hands behind his back.
Ojiichan- grandfather
A/N: I'm not that sure how this idea hit me but hope you like it. I will try my hardest to update frequently but if I were you I wouldn't count on that. If the story sucks well, it's not like I care.
R&R, com'on give the poor author some inspiration and motivation to write ;)...
