Okey... Ehm... I don't think there's still anyone out there who reads this story. Buuut...
I managed to write the next few chapters, so I upload. I try to do daily update again, until I finish this story.
Afterwards I'll probably vanish for another few month or I'll be uploading another story. The idea has been there for a long time.
Also, I'm heavily into Sherlock recently. Therefore I might come up with some silly one-shots including kid!One Piece or something like that...
Disclaimer: Still Oda's. Even after all these month.
Enjoy!
After I had abandoned my mother at Granny's party and didn't get back home until four in the afternoon the day after, I promised myself to spend time with my mum. She was still important, And I knew she would think that I was mad because of Christmas Eve.
Still I was not particularly impressed when my alarm went off at eight. Groaning I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. I had showered the evening before, discovering that the pen Kid had used to write down his number was waterproof. Just brilliant. I mean, how cliché is writing your number with waterproof pen? But I guess somehow our whole relationship was a bit cliché in anyway.
Coffee! Turning on the machine I started preparing breakfast for my mum. She was a natural early bird and would be up in a few minutes, despite her late night shit yesterday. And as expected, she turned up in the door moments later, just when I had taken my first sip of coffee. She had her black hair in a braid and looked like a mirror of myself; female and a bit older though. I smiled. "Morning, sunshine." Mirroring my grin, she sat down and grabbed for her coffee. I stood leaning against the counter and watched out of the window.
I had to tell my mum about Kid. But I really didn't know how. It was two days after Christmas and I was trying to explain to my mother that I was gay. Kind off… But even if I wasn't strictly gay, which I doubted by the way, I still was in a gay relationship. I took a deep breath. My mother still hadn't looked up. She knew that there was something I wanted to tell her. Not.
"You know I'm seeing someone… right?" How do you go about telling your mother that you're dating another man? She hummed an acknowledgement. "Are you still mad about the party?" Yes, ok, I chickened out! So what? "Not really, no." I swallowed audibly. Something was off here. And I didn't know when the mood had turned from content silence to freezing. "Mama, what's wrong?" Sitting down beside her, I placed my cup on the table and looked her in the eye. She seemed tired. Did something go wrong at work?
She sighed and met my questioning look. "You are wrong. You called in sick three times this month, only once you were really ill. You don't come home without leaving me a message; you're meeting someone that I don't know. I get the feeling I don't know you anymore. I thought you would come and talk to me about it at some point. I know I'm not home too often and that I cannot be there for you all the time. But you're a grown man, almost an adult; I thought that you wouldn't want me interfering in your life all the time. Still, I'm worried. I know you smoke a lot more too, recently…"
"Wait, wait, wait. You know that I'm smoking?" She flashed me a grin. "'Course I do." Shaking my head I leaned back in the chair and glared at her half-heartedly. "I've had some serious things to think about, that's why I ditched a few times. I am dating someone. His… His name is Eustass Kid. You saw him at our letter box about two weeks ago. I…. I think I'm gay, mum." Her eyes were wide and she gripped her cup a little too tight, knuckles turning white. That didn't look good.
"Mum, I…" She raised her hand, silencing me immediately. Then she got up and walked over to the kitchen window. I waited, there was hardly anything else I could do. After a few long minutes, she spoke and her words cut straight through my heart and tore me to shreds. "Have I done something wrong..? Is it because you father was not around? Should I have found someone else… Another man to replace Joe?"
I felt a tear roll down my cheek before I turned on my heel and stormed out of the flat. I loved my mother, more than anything. I didn't expect her to understand me immediately. I even assumed that she would dislike Kid once she met him. But everything would have been better than this rejection of my personality, her rejection of her son. Whenever we had talked about homosexuality, also when a close friend of hers had her coming out, she seemed so open-minded about it. I guess it was ok as long as it didn't have any influence on her possible grand-children.
I knew I was being unfair, but I was unable to think rationally. Shock and hurt sat deep and before I had realized it, I stood in front of Kid's flat. Chewing on my lips I stared at the bell. Hell, I didn't even know what I was doing here. This whole thing with Kid was the reason for my horrible situation. But I didn't know who I should go to if not to Kid. Did his parents know that he was gay? Where were his parents?
I was pretty sure that they didn't live in the flat, and I had never heard him talk about them. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the door bell and waited. After a small eternity I heard Kid's hoarse voice through the intercom. "Kid… I." I had to stop and take a deep breath. "Can I come up?" The siring announced the open door and I flew up the stairs to his flat.
He didn't ask me anything at first, following me into the living room, where I stood at the window. Staring outside without seeing anything, I wondered why I had come here. Well, if my mother could not accept my relationship, I was here for one horrible reason. I loved Kid, god, I loved him so much! But she was my mother and she had given up a lot to make sure I would be able to study later.
Kid placed a careful hand on my shoulder, as if feeling my current uncertainty and that I couldn't quite take more physical contact. He just waited. And I was just so glad that he didn't push me, or tried to kiss me and… "I love you." I whispered, voice breaking under the weight of the situation. I didn't know what to do.
And suddenly all I wanted was hiding in his arms and forget the world for a moment. Kid didn't stop me to ask questions when I turned around and kissed him with such desperation that he must have felt something was off. He didn't try to get me to speak when I dug my fingers in his shirt and trembled under silent sobs. Nor did he say anything when I left again in the middle of the night without having said a single word all day.
My mother was already asleep when I got home, for which I was glad. I didn't know how I should have faced her again today.
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