Disclaimer: I do not own World Ends With You, nor any of the characters in it.
A/N: Just put this up as a taste-tester, wanna' see what people think.
~ Harmless ~
MTHR
The train ran slowly on its tracks. The passing scenery more than just a mix of colours to the child and woman. The boy watched with wide eyes, pointing out the occasional animals that he spotted with excitement, or questioning the things he saw with a glance at his mother. She smiled at him and ruffled his short spiky orange hair, her answers quiet and gentle.
"Mother, where are we going?"
The enquiry snapped her from her thoughts, and she turned to face him. "On a special journey, to a magical place," she told him, struggling to keep the sorrow from her voice.
He blinked, his large cerulean eyes filled with delight. "Cool," he replied. It was only one word but she could hear the swell of emotions within it. She laughed, and hugged him. "I love you, sweetheart."
"Love you too Mom." He didn't react with a hug of his own, but his words were enough. She knew he wasn't the type to show affection through actions. It was always with words.
She pulled away, and placed one hand on his head briefly, before looking back out of the window. She caught sight of her child doing the same, with one palm pressed against the thick glass.
She felt her heart ache at the thought of having to leave him, but she knew there was no other option. There was nothing else she could do.
The train finally came to a halt, its juddering motion coming to a stop. A screech of the wheels was all they could hear for a moment, before the doors slid open and the call for passengers to get off were uttered.
The woman got to her feet, and glanced down at her boy. "You have everything dear?" She asked. He nodded, and shouldered his blue and red bag. She held out her hand, and he took it.
Together they left the train. The child and his mother. He seemed much more animated now, looking this way and that. Watching the people pass by with curiosity.
Not many had got off the train, and the ones that did, he noticed, were either grown-ups, or grumpy older kids. He forgot what his Mother called them, but it didn't really matter anyway. He knew not to interact with them.
He was pulled from his chain of thoughts by his mother, who came to a sudden stop. She looked at him, a glimmer of something he couldn't place in her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked, tilting his head a little in confusion.
She sighed and knelt down before him. "I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"I want you to be very brave."
He frowned and crossed his arms. "What for?"
She smiled sadly, "for what I'm about to do."
He didn't understand. What was she about to do? What did she mean? He studied her, trying to decipher her sentence, but it didn't make sense. "Mother?" He enquired.
She did not answer, but instead moved. Resting one hand on his forehead. She closed her eyes. "This is for the best," she said, her voice almost a whisper. Almost immediately, she stood back up and glanced over her shoulder.
Two men in uniforms were walking towards them. From the colour of the jackets they wore, they seemed to be staff of the train station. They changed direction slightly, and it took only a moment for the boy to work out that they were making their way over to the two.
They exchanged a strange look with his mother before then walked past her, and over to him. Before he could ask what they were doing, their hands clamped down on his shoulders. He looked up at his mother his face a picture of apprehension.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Then turned her back on him and began to walk away back to the train, which sat waiting, smoke unfurling from its funnel.
"Mom, Mom! Where are you going? No, come back! MOTHER!" He screamed, trying desperately to pull away from his restraints.
As the door to the carriage opened, she looked at him. "I hope, some day, you'll understand. Know that I will always love you, no matter what. Goodbye, Neku."