Author's Note: Here is the second chapter! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to Akira Amano
Warnings: Fan-service? Definite OOC-ness. Bad grammar (No spell check either). Punctuation and me don't mix well. If there is anything that anyone thinks I should put in warning please let me know!
Lately, Mornings are becoming a bit of a struggle to get through. Aside from waking up feeling sick I have to remember to take my medication. Ugh, it's too early for this. I groan into my pillow.
I finally manage to roll out of bed and stumble my way into the bathroom to take a shower. After a quick shower I change and head downstairs.
As I walk down I hear mom already in the kitchen making breakfast. I grimace at the thought of food.
"Good morning, dear." She smiles brightly.
"Good morning." I murmur, feeling more tired than usual.
I hear the clatter of mom dropping whatever she had in her hand and she was in front of me. "Tsu-kun?" She cups my face pulling my face toward her a bit. "Are you alright? Do you need to see a doctor?" She heads towards the phone, but I grab her hand to stop her.
"Mom!" I practically shout, to get past her panic. "Just went to sleep late, that's all." She doesn't look convinced and I know she isn't, so I just let her make the call.
Once she is finished she touches my forehead. "Maybe you should stay home today." She says.
"Mom, I promise I am ok. I'll be fine going to school." She was going to protest. " I'll call you if I need to come home." I promise. She reluctantly lets me go.
"Come home straight after school!" She calls out. "I love you!"
"Ok, mom! Love you, too!" I reply.
I absently adjust my bag as I walk. I pass by houses and I pass by people all familiar to me. They're people I've seen growing up. I knew all of them, although not by name, but by sight. I've seen them my whole life, but only recently have I really started to see the details.
They are older, but they haven't changed much. Their hair has greyed and some of their hair has receded and there are new wrinkles. Some have glasses and some don't. Some have gained weight and some have not, but their faces have not changed much. They are still familiar. I start to wonder what I would look like as an adult.
I have lost most of my baby fat, though some still stubbornly stays. I was a little on the short side and despite not having particularly long arms or legs I was a little on the clumsy side. I let my hair grow out a little more wanting to see what I looked like with longer hair. Mom said it suits me. I disagree, but can't bring myself to cut it.
I take a deep breath as I cut through the park, glad I am able to go to school. It's funny, I never did like going to school, but lately that is my only escape. Mom has a hard time letting me go, too, lately.
Mom only wants what best for me, I know that, but sometimes it feels like I'm being suffocated. It's like she thinks that I will break at any moment. She never used to be like this, but then things are different now, I guess.
I am greeted by some of my classmates as I reach school. I don't linger too long, instead heading to class. Kids are all standing around In the hall, wanting to be with friends just a little longer. I want to have that, too, but it made me nervous. Getting close to people makes me a little afraid.
As the bell rings I wonder why I can't just have a normal life.
Class is boring; it always is. Time in class is mostly spent looking out the window and observing my classmates. I have been doing a lot of the latter, these days.
I notice things that should be pretty obvious, but no one seems to notice. Like how Gokudera-kun stares at Hana-chan more often than the board. Everyone always wonders why the teacher always singles him out. People commented that the teacher was out to get him and he would just scowl and wave them away. I had chuckled to myself when I finally noticed why. The teacher just wanted him to pay attention.
Kids passed notes, played games, used their phones, and just never seemed to pay attention. It made me wonder how no one was failing the class. It isn't my business though, so I don't think about it anymore.
My teachers often stare at me. I could feel their gaze, but couldn't bring myself to return it. They kept me after class sometimes just to let me know that if I needed anything I just needed to ask. I thanked them.
Lunch was my salvation. It was one of the only few times that I had to myself. I went to the tree behind the school and sat down with my lunch and just to breathe. I sighed. Some days were better than others, and today was turning into a particularly tiring day.
I finished my lunch, though I wasn't particularly hungry. Still 15 minutes till lunch ends. I took the time to relax. Leaning against the trunk of the tree I stretched my legs out in front of me and placed my hands on my lap. I noted that they're skinnier than they used to be. I tried not to dwell on it.
Instead, I focused on other things. Like how the bark of the tree felt rough through the fabric of my layered clothing, yet it was oddly comforting. I touched the grass absently, running my fingers through it lightly.
I noticed they had planted a garden. It wasn't here the other day. The flowers were beautiful and vibrant shades of red, blue, and yellow. I took a moment to marvel at the beauty that was nature. It was truly beautiful thing. Life is also a beautiful thing. Again, I didn't dwell too much on that last thought.
Gym class was always my favorite class. The exertion, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The satisfying ache in my muscles while going through the stretches and the activities. I couldn't participate today, but maybe tomorrow. I left feeling oddly defeated.
Sometimes days pass by quickly and sometimes they go slow. Today it was passing by quickly. My heart started to beat faster. Days that pass by quickly scare me. It means time keeps moving; the world keeps moving. It doesn't stop just because something bad happens. I realized time is a formidable opponent.
School was finally over. It was time to go home and every one was happy about that. I took my time packing everything into my bag. I preferred to leave after all of my classmates have left. I didn't like how everyone was so pressed together trying to get out of school as fast as they could. It made me feel claustrophobic.
Summer was ending. The afternoons were getting chillier, but there were still a lot of people in the park. Decked out in warm sweaters and replacing shorts with jeans. I decide to sit down for a while before going home. I wanted to be out in the fresh air just a little longer. I wanted to feel free just a little bit longer.
As I sat I remembered a time when I would stay holed up in my room; just letting the time slip through my fingers. Letting the world pass me by. I was a fool. I thought I had all the time in the world. Thought that I was, not quite invincible, but pretty close.
I saw him again. He was sitting under a tree close to the one he was under yesterday. It was a pleasant surprise to see someone talking to him, however, he seemed pretty annoyed if his closed off body language was anything to go by. It was a girl with long black hair that fell to her waist and curled a little at the end. I could only see the side of her face, but I assumed she was beautiful judging by her profile.
She ended up leaving in a huff, looking annoyed herself. Seeing her face I saw she had the most dazzling green eyes framed gently with her bangs. She was beautiful.
She passed by me and I heard her mumble "idiot." I smiled a little and wondered what they had been talking about. Maybe they're dating? No, he seemed pretty distant. Maybe friends?
I shook my head. It's none of my business.
My phone vibrated and I saw it was mom. Shoot! A half hour had passed since school let out. I answered. She was upset, ordering me home immediately. I didn't try to explain or argue, instead told her I was on my way.
He was close to the entrance of the park. I would have to pass by him. The closer I got the quicker my heart beat. I was drawn to him. I couldn't quite understand or explain why if someone asked. I just had this feeling, like, we have to meet.
Ignoring the feeling I continued staring straight ahead. I stepped on something. Kneeling down I picked it up; a woman's wallet. No one looked panicked. They probably haven't noticed they lost it or they weren't in the park anymore.
Looking inside I saw a school id. It was the girls! Turning, I looked around once more to see if she was still here, but she was nowhere in sight. I looked toward where he was earlier, but he was gone, too. Unsure what to do I decided to take it with me and hand it to him next time I saw him. I wasn't sure why, but that's what I decided and stuffed it in my bag so I wouldn't lose it.
I opened the door and called out to my mom, trying to sway her anger a bit, "sorry I'm late, mom. I got stuck at school." I lied. I've been doing that a lot lately. I try not to wince at the fact.
It didn't work and she arrived in the hallway like a storm, "You should have called. Why didn't you call?" It was always the same.
"Mom, please, can we not?" We were arguing a lot lately. The arguments were usually always the same. Why are you late? You shouldn't be out too long. No, you can't go out. You'll tire yourself. I was tired of it all.
It made me feel like just giving up. Life was difficult right now; why couldn't she see that? Understand that? I was struggling with everything, struggling to just survive. I was overwhelmed. I started to cry.
She started to cry, too. "My baby. Why my baby?" She looked to the ceiling as she embraced me tightly.
We didn't say or do anything, just cried in each other's arm. They had said there was a chance of survival, but I wasn't getting my hopes up and apparently neither was mom.
We didn't eat dinner that night, not like we were hungry anyway. We fell asleep early, tired from all the crying. That night before falling asleep I did something I never thought I would do. I wished for a miracle.
I didn't know that I would get that miracle so soon and in the form of a person, no less. A miracle that would make me wonder if fate was real.
These first two chapters are kind of just to set (the tone? Plot? I don't know how to phrase it) the feel. The real story starts at chapter 3. Please look forward to it and I hope you liked the first two chapters.
Additional Author's Note: The 3rd chapter will be up by Sunday morning/night!