Disclaimers: I do not own Takuto (though I wish I did...), nor Mitsuki/Full Moon, not any other character from Full Moon Wo Sagashite. But I do own Takuto in my dreams. I do, I do, I do (yeah, I'm a fangirl, so what...).
Thanks for the reviews!!! Well, it's only a couple of them, but even one is good enough to keep on writing the story. Well, I don't really know how to go on. I mean, I want to know what happened to Takuto during those six weeks, but it's hard when he doesn't have a past to hold on to!! Poor thing... Well, let's get on with the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --- this means change of POV. I hope that makes the fic easier to understand :)
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Chapter 1: An outsider's help
Takuto sat down in the grass under the shadow of a big tree. He had been wandering all day long, trying to remember something, with no luck. Looking at the children playing in front of him, he sighed hopelessly. Two little boys were kicking a soccer ball and bullying an even smaller cute girl. She wasn't giving up, though, running after them, trying to steal the ball from their feet.
A couple of teenage girls walked by him, listening to a radio they were carrying with themselves.
'Ne, ne, that's Full Moon. Did you go to the live concert?', one asked.
'Yeah!! My brother got ticket for us. It was awesome!!'
Takuto lifted his eyes, looking wide-eyed to the girls. What? What was that? Why did he feel like if there was something well-known on them?
'I had to protect...', he whispered.
'... new single by Full Moon. She presented it on her live show. It's called Love Chronicle, hope you liked it. And next, Wakamatsu Madoka's debut Eternal...', the voice coming out of the radio was saying.
But Takuto was not listening. He was holding his head between his hands, his eyes closed, his mind lost in some kind of flashback.
It was night and he was restless. No, that is not the right word. He was anguished. His throat was sore, a bandage covering it. He was almost crying. He could feel the tears filling his eyes. And it was not because of the pain. At least not the physical pain. The pain was carved in his soul, like it was part of him. He couldn't even breathe, because of the heavy weight in his chest. Blinded by this despair, he jumped on his bike, throwing himself to a road on the border of the town. Driving fast, out of his mind. It was raining hard. The water made it difficult to watch the road, not that he cared about it. At last, he lost the grip of his bike, both wheels slipping on the wet ground, the bike heading for the cliff beyond the road. A sigh coming out of his mouth as he was thrown to the void. Then a loud, heartbreaking scream. Did he want to die?
Did he want to die? Was that a feeling of relief he had noticed shaking his body when he and his bike flew off the road? Takuto smiled softly. That was an ironic grin on his lips. Who cared? If he had wanted to die, he had miserably failed. Anyway, something inside him rebelled against the idea of dying. He could have felt like dying, but, for some reason, that was making him feel sick. Was there ever a reason powerful enough to make him feel like killing himself? Maybe it was for the best that he couldn't remember then.
So he had been in a bike accident. But he did not feel hurt. So if that was a memory of his past, then it had happened a long time ago.
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The old man put the guitar into its case and stood up, walking down the park. His wandering eyes landed on a young man, sitting under a tree, with his bluish eyes lost in some kind of painful memory. His forehead was covered with sweatdrops and, suddenly, he shut his eyes, raising his hands to his bangs. The old man was about calling for help, thinking that the younger one was sick, but then he saw him opening his hurt eyes, and an ironic grin crossed his lips, as he whispered something his old ears couldn't grasp. The blue eyes dimmed with pain as the handsome face stared at the grass.
'That's a scary face you're doing here...', he said, walking up to the brunette, who gasped startled and looked up at him. Then he glued his eyes to the ground. It couldn't be considered an invitation for a talk, could it?
Smiling gently, he took a seat by the gloomy boy and took the guitar out of its case. That drew the boy's attention to him. It was a genuine interested look. He widened his smile.
'So you like music?'
The interested look became confused and the young man stared at the ground again.
'I don't know...'
Well, that was an unexpected answer.
'Interesting', the old man thought as his fingers started caressing the strings, getting a neat and sad sound from them. The eyes of the boy widened as he listened to his music. It was blues. That was a weird kind of music to play in a park near the center of Tokyo. But there was a sad aura surrounding the kid, and he was just giving way to those feelings.
'Ne, ojii-san..', the boy's voice was clean. A voice made for singing. His eyes couldn't let go of the old man's fingers, with a new emotion pinned in them, 'I guess I like music, after all...'
That made him laugh, his fingers pulling expertly the strings, making music. Was that hunger he could see in the kid's eyes? Longing?
'Wanna give it a try, son?', he asked.
A sudden fear crossed the kid's face. Fear and need. A strange combination.
'I don't know if I...', but his hands were already reaching for the instrument.
The old man handed him the guitar, and nodded slightly as he saw the way the young man grabbed it. He pulled the strings, and an old melody filled the air. That was one of those songs that blonde angel had revived in the last year. How was she called? Ah, hai, Full Moon. But this boy was playing the old version, not the new one. The old version of that New Future. One of Route L.'s most famous songs. Yeah, he could tell. He had loved that band. And that had been more than ten years ago. But at that time, this young man was only a kid. How could he...?
'Aah... you can play after all', he said.
He saw the boy opening his mouth slightly, as if to sing, but the magic died there. Not a single sound came out of his throat, and at the same time, his fingers stopped moving. The silence was painful because it was so unexpected. The kid looked into his eyes, an anguished look in the blue pools.
'I can't remember the words', he could hear. Or more likely he could read those clear eyes, for the whispering voice was slightly more than a sigh.
He found the guitar back in his hands, as the strange young man stared blankly at the grass.
'What's eating you?'
A roar coming from his stomach seemed to answer that question, and the blush and shame spreading all along his features made the old man laugh.
'I guess it's you the one who needs eating', he chuckled, 'Let's go, shounen. I'll treat you.'
The boy looked at him surprised and interested. Then looked away murmuring something about politeness.
'That's right. On exchage of the food you'll answer my questions. Is that a deal?'
The boy got to his feet and helped the old man up.
'Aa. It's a deal. Sankyuu, ojii-san.'
To be continued...
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OK... That's it. Who is the old man? Heh, let's see... Now hit the button below and tell me what you think, and if you think I should change anything! Thanks!
