Disclaimer: I do not own Uta no Prince Sama!
Rating/Warnings: T/swearing, pda, etc.
Pairings: Nagi/Haruka
Other: Unless there are chapters with questionable content, this heading will be exempt from future chapters.
Also, I edited this story because I was about 13 years old when I first wrote it. (The same age as Nagi himself!) It's gross.
According to the wiki, Nanami was 17 in the events of the second season, and Nagi was 13.
Before there was Nagi Mikado, there was his parents.
Kira Tsuginagi and Yotaka Mikado. Kira was a reserved but bold girl, who had a talent for music composition and could play the piano. Where her melodies were sweet and demure, her own words were sharp and hurtful.
Yotaka was an arrogant and clueless boy, who had the voice of an angel. He had a good range and could hit high and low notes with ease. While his actions and words were devilish, his singing was heavenly.
They went to the same school as Raging Otori, and as a result befriended him at some time. But their true friendship was with each other, for no one understood their musical prowess otherwise.
When they both graduated, Yotaka asked Kira to be "his partner in life", although didn't officially ask for her hand in marriage.
She agreed, under the condition that Yotaka help take her up the ladder of success.
When they both turned 21, they got engaged.
On the day of Kira's 22nd birthday, they got married.
And underneath the light of the moon, they swore their love (and their ambition) for years to come.
Springtime came sometime later. The flowers were in full bloom, and the days were warm but inviting.
It was at 8 o'clock at night, in the middle of April, when Kira's water broke.
The two of them ushered themselves as quickly to the hospital as possible. When they got there, they were surrounded by a swarm of doctors and nurses, stuffed into a hot room where the child would be conceived.
It was all hell on earth.
"This is it," Yotaka whispered, holding his wife's hand. "The big moment. How are you feeling, sweetie?"
"Just peachy," she barked, "How do I feel? You idiot, I'm in the worst pain of my life! And you ask me 'how are you feeling'?!"
Yotaka blanched, and strengthened his grip. "Sorry, sorry. It'll be over soon-"
"For your sake, it goddamned better be! Ah! I'm giving birth to a person, right?! Not a demon or a whale? Because that's what it feels like!"
"Shh, shh. You haven't given birth to anything yet."
Contractions and convulsions passed rapidly, and as the big moment approached, the nurses gathered around.
"Hold her hand, sir. She'll need it."
"Of course."
With laborious strains and several screams later, Kira finally did it.
She gave birth.
The doctors cut away at the undesirable material, and after cleaning the sobbing infant, handed Kira her first child.
Her son.
The medical staff gave her a moment, and together with her husband, Mrs. Mikado stared lovingly and speechlessly at their newborn.
Wispy tufts of pink hair were visible, and through squinted eyes they could see a pretty gray color.
Beautiful, Kira thought, absolutely beautiful.
"...What are we going to name him?" Mr. Mikado asked, stroking his wife's hair. "Any ideas?"
The woman took a moment to think, and when her mind was decided, she looked up at her husband without any hesitation.
"Nagi," she said tiredly, "his name is Nagi."
Somewhere else, miles and miles away, there was a little girl.
One who was already born, of course. Born four or five years now. She had short, red hair and bright eyes that were a mixture of green and gold.
The eyes of an angel, as her grandmother said.
The little girl had started living with her grandmother more often, as her health was declining for someone her age. It was a cool spring night, and the two females were out in the backyard, collecting fireflies.
"Haruka," the old woman spoke out, "make sure not to squish them."
"I won't, grandma." Haruka replied, holding a mason jar in her chubby, little hands. "That would be bad."
"Yes, it would."
As another firefly escaped the girl's grasp, she looked at her grandmother in dismay.
"Granny, do you think that fireflies have friends?"
Her aged eyes twinkled, and she gave a slow laugh before answering. "Of course. Every living thing has a friend. Even non-living things do."
"I don't have any friends," Haruka lamented, golden eyes downcast, "I'm always sick."
"Ah, but that won't last forever, Haruka." Her grandmother reassured, "One day you'll get better, and you'll make plenty of friends."
"Really?"
"Really. Even people you wouldn't expect to become your friends...you'll meet them, too. And if the possibility is there, you might become more than friends with some of them."
The girl tilted her head, staring at the captive fireflies in interest. "More than friends? What does that mean? How can you be more than friends?"
The old woman laughed, and patted the younger's head. "Never you mind, you're still too young. It's getting late outside, how about we head in?"
"Yes, grandma."
"Make sure to release them, sweetie. Don't keep them away from their family."
"I won't. I would never."
"That's a good girl."
Back at the hospital, the couple was residing in their room. It would be a few days before Kira would be allowed to leave, let alone the baby. But as nighttime fell upon them, Yotaka decided to open a window, and let cool air come in.
As he did so, he noticed a flurry of fireflies, buzzing around happily in the bushes beneath them. One of the fireflies flew into the room, and Yotaka watched as the bug landed gently on Nagi's nose.
Being the newborn he was, Nagi waved his chubby arm around, in a futile attempt to get the firefly off his nose.
Kira laughed, and rubbed Nagi's nose to get the firefly away from him. The bug flickered its light on and off, but eventually left the room.
And spring continued on, lively as ever.
