Hello everyone! I'm back!
And since I messed up real bad with my friend, I don't think I'm worth being forgiven.
So just... I don't know, I am cutting the story short and finishing it soon.
Hope I still get forgiven... *sigh*
Oh, and I'm stuck on 'TMTwist?' so it won't be updated for a while. Please try to bear with it.
And hell with my entrance exams! Still have three/four more to go! *long sigh*
On with the story. Don't wanna bore you guys :)
"Saaya, we'll be late. When are you getting out of the bathroom?"
"Just five more minutes, mom!" I said again.
"It has been half an hour since you've been saying that! Get out of there now. You might not get another chance." My mom said out. And I heard her going, as footsteps left the room.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Today was supposed to be, well, worst. Early in the morning, mom received a call from my doctor. He said that they found a cadaveric donor and that I had to be present for surgery as early as possible. (A/N: Guess what she needs for a surgery for, what's damaged or absent, etc. in the reviews.)
"Saaya, are you staying in there for the entire day?" her voice was calm.
And that sent shivers down my spine. Her voice was never calm. Always either gleeful, or angry. Or sad.
But never calm. I knew I would be done for if I don't agree. It was like the calm before a storm.
"I'm coming!" I shouted, and draped the towel around myself.
I just can't get over my fear of the knife, can I? But it was so much better than my mom's outburst.
I dressed up hastily and left to the breakfast table.
We silently had breakfast, and the scraping of two forks besides mine told me that Hiroshi was here, too.
Throughout the car ride, I wondered on the doings of yesterday.
When the dreaded person finally saw mom.
Yesterday.
I was at Yusuke's place. Finishing with council work, or the aftermath of the cultural festival. Flooded in papers.
And there was a knock on the door.
"Young master, there's a person asking for your father. I have made him wait in the hallway, sir. Would you like to meet him 'til your father arrives?" the person, preferably a servant, asked in a shaky voice. Maybe age had played its part over him.
"Yes, I will. Who is it, Kaien-san?" Yusuke asked, as the other side of the bed rose, signifying shift, or loss, of weight.
"Mr. Takumi Walker, sir."
And I felt I heard wrong.
No, I felt I heard a wrong word.
A cursed word.
"Saaya, stay here. And don't come downstairs." He spoke and I listened.
"Fine." I somewhat uneasily mouthed. However, as I sensed him leave, I got to the door of the room to hear.
Mom was out with uncle Tora for some more business stuff. She always stresses herself beyond the necessary.
Same as yesterday.
Yusuke walked down the stairs, his boots sounding against the marble rather unpleasantly.
"Hello, Mr. Walker. How may I help you?" Was a faint dialogue I heard.
"Where's your father? I wanted to talk to him about something." I stressed to hear, and then the large double doors opened, letting winds and birch scent fill the place, chimes ringing everywhere.
"Oh. What a rare guest we have here!" A malicious voice, which I hardly recognised to be Uncle Tora's was heard.
"Tora." His voice came, but rather without any emotions, dull, dark.
Curiosity got the better of me as I stepped out of the room, feeling the cold glass of the door on my palms. I shivered lightly, and tried to hear their further conversation.
And then it striked me.
Mom had been with Uncle Tora. What if she was downstairs now? In front of that cursed person who made us suffer, who broke down my mother to nothing-
"Saaya."
And curiosity, as always, killed the cat.
I turned to pinpoint uncle Tora's voice.
"Come downstairs. Now."
And in that authoritative tone of his, I knew better than opposing him.
But being my mother's daughter, I dared to.
After a good few minutes, I still stood by the door of the room, which overlooked the grand hallway, pure marbled, as I remember.
"Don't you want to meet the person who took the other half of your life? The cause of your despair? The reason of your delusion? The Takumi-"
"As if meeting him would bring back my deceased brother from the afterlife, uncle."
I slowly made my way to the stairs, and with a firm grip on the bars, I descended the stairs.
I walked, presumably to the grand space, and waited.
No words from anyone.
So I continued.
"If venting my anger would give me my brother back, I would definitely do so, Uncle Tora. However, he is not worthy enough for me to waste my energy on him." I spoke and turned to the known side to the main door.
And I tripped by the foot of the table.
How could I have forgotten its presence?
"Saaya!" Yusuke exclaimed. Hurried footsteps, palm on my wrist, another on my foot, touching it ever so slightly.
"You are angry, Saaya." Uncle Tora said. As a matter of fact. With some light concern in it.
And it was enough to burst me out.
"Of course I am! What makes you think otherwise, Uncle? This, this worthless, dreaded, cursed beast, he devastated us as a family! He made my mom a bit open to the world, made himself her world, and then sent her crashing down!" There was a slight sound of a car pulling up, but I did the mistake of ignoring it. "He married her even though he had another wife. He married her when he was already a father to a boy. And then with us even unborn, he left! What else do you-"
"SAAYA!"
Slap.
I clutched my cheek as I almost fell back by the impact.
"I thought I had taught you better than this. Behaving rudely to strangers, I didn't expect that."
A hand seized my arm from Yusuke's, and I was hastily pulled off by the hand I well recognized.
"Misaki." I heard his voice. And mom stopped, effectively halting me.
Her hand fell off mine, as she stood.
"There is nothing left to talk, Usui."
And that was the worst I had ever heard from my mom. The most disapproving, the hardest voice towards a person.
And then we walked off the Igarashis' place, and got into the car.
Into the same car where I am currently seated.
"Mom, I'm sorry for yesterday." I whispered, with the intention of it being inaudible, but mom heard it.
"Doesn't matter, Saaya. We don't need to think about it." She said, with no efforts of masking her sorrow.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"If he returns to you someday with an apology, will you accept him, like grandma did?"
.
Silence.
.
More silence.
.
And further silence.
.
I decided to forget the little conversation and focus on the cool breeze flowing through my hair.
.
"It'll be hard not to do so, Saaya."