Title: Friends, Lovers and Brothers
Authors Note: Yikes!!! I'm really sorry about my mistake in the last chapter, where I made Fujima a blue-eyed boy instead of a green-eyed boy. So, now, read on chapter 7!!!
Chapter 7-Reunion
'Where's your mother Fujima?' Sendo asked, keeping a firm hold on my hand.
'Er. she went to visit my grandfather, my dad too,' Fujima answered, looking at us worriedly.
'They'll be back probably at noon,' he continued.
'Your maid said soon,' Rukawa shot back, sounding offensive. Fujima gave him a startled look, making him mutter 'Sorry.'
'She has a terrible sense of time. Er. will you three sorta act normal a bit? I mean this isn't the way you people usually act. Um. what's up?' Sendo looked at me.
'I'm sorry on the behalf of all of us. We'll tell you what is up when your mom returns,' Sendo said firmly. Fujima nodded, pointing towards the chairs, he left the living room. He returned a few seconds later with four cans of drinks. Aya took one with shaking hands muttering 'thanks' inaudibly. Sendo smiled, nodded a thanks and took one too. Rukawa, like Aya, muttered a soft thanks and took one. Fujima himself drank the other one, his concentration focusing on the game again, or so it seemed. He stole glances at Aya, wondering what on Earth was wrong with them.
Two hours was a pretty long time, yet they didn't feel uncomfortable in each other's presence. There was something in Fujima's company, as if he belonged to one of them. They all felt it although they didn't voice it out. The tension in the atmosphere, the seriousness that they brought along was fading away, leaving them to enjoy each other's company. Sendo and Fujima were soon engaged in a conversation. Rukawa was quiet, as he always was, yet Fujima felt that he wasn't as cold as usual.
Aya, she was in herself, not talking much, oblivious to her surroundings. Rukawa kept glancing at her, wishing that she would say something, wishing that she wouldn't be so absorbed in her memory. He felt a little uncomfortable without hearing her voice and laughter which he often heard when they were alone with Sendo. Aya was thinking through all the times she had with her mother. She missed her mother profoundly, especially the way she used to talk and play with her.
Unlike her husband, (if that was who he really was), she loved Aya. And the thing that Aya hated most about her father was the way he hurt her mom. Hurt her mother so badly that she left, taking her care and love for Aya along with her. Sendo too kept giving Aya occasional glances, pretty worried about her, wondering how her mother would react towards her.
The rain had slowed down to a pretty thin drizzle. Yet, even as a car turned into the porch of Fujima's house, it was still drizzling. Aya stood up suddenly, taking the others especially Fujima by surprise. Sendo slowly walked towards her. Two car doors slammed. Sendo reached over to Aya and put his hands over her shoulder in a half hug. Rukawa too, by now was standing beside Aya. They stared at the door expectedly, they faces so grim, that it was comical. All the tension that was gone, returned, and showed itself on they faces. Fujima stared art them, mouth open until he couldn't take it anymore, and started giggling. The tension did not break, but it lessened. The three of them stared at Fujima who was apologizing, saying that they did look very comical.
Finally the door opened and Fujima's mother stepped in.
'Fujima, please help.' she broke off, staring at the four teenagers, three guys and one girl, oddly familiar, looking at her weirdly. expectantly. One of the guys had one of his hands over the girl's shoulder. He too looked a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. As she looked at them, she could see, no, feel the unity in that circle, her son included. There was some kind of undeniable peacefulness that couldn't be explained. She had felt this before. It was when. yes, when her daughter, Aya, was playing with the boy next door, and when her 'father' called her back, she had said bye in such a sad voice, yet there was peace in her voice. It was as if they had a certain kind of understanding some other people couldn't understand.
Aya on the other hand was staring at the lady, images flying across her mind. It was her mother, she was sure of it, but how could she actually now, say 'mother'? Right now, it all seemed so absurd. Them coming here and all. Yeah, she was her mother, but was is not is. Her mother had left. She now had her own life and did not care the least for Aya. Heck, the lady barely recognized her, or so she thought. But then, it was the lady who started it.
'Aya?' the lady asked disbelievingly. Fujima stared at his mother.
'Mother, do you know.' there he stopped. A thought had suddenly struck him. Directing his words towards Sendo this time, he said.
'Sendo, is Aya my mother's child?' Sendo smiled and nodded. Fujima's face lighted up as he turned towards Aya and his mother.
'Aya, oh my goodness, Aya. I'm so sorry,' she said, tears filling her eyes. Aya broke away from Sendo and ran towards her mother, crying herself.
'Mother, mother. It is okay. You are alive and you still remember me. That is all I want and need,' Aya said, hugging her mother tightly.
'Aya, Aya,' was all her mother said. Then Fujima's dad came in.
'Hey, how about a little help.,' then he broke off, his face clearly showing how shocked he was at the scene in front of him
'Uh, oh,' Fujima said.
'Nani?' Sendo asked. Rukawa looked at him questioningly too.
'My dad. He never liked the idea of my mom sleeping with another guy and does not like her child at all,' Fujima said softly, but Aya caught it anyway.
'Another guy. Mother, can I know who I really am?' Aya asked her mother hopefully.
'So. you know that he is not your true father. How did you know?' She asked.
'Sendo,' was Aya's short reply. Fujima's mother looked at her husband, obviously pleading with him to allow it. Allow her to tell her child her own history. She had been battling with herself for so long, trying to forget Aya, but somehow not able to. She also tried to make her husband see. Tried to make him understand what she was going through. Tried to show him what it had meant for her to leave her child. She had never succeeded, but she couldn't just leave her child here now that she had come. Her life long dream had come true, she had seen her daughter at last. But now, as she looked into her husband's eye's she could see that he was not happy with it. He wasn't ready to understand it.
Aya looked from one to another clearly feeling the tension that she had created by just one simple and innocent question. Mr. Fujima did not look at all pleased at the prospect that she, his half-daughter was in his house. Feeling guilty, she opened her mouth to say that it was all right, she didn't need to know, although she did. Feeling low and sad, she prepared herself to not be able to know who her father is. She could say that, but deeply, she could never mean that. And so, deep in her heart, she hoped and prayed that someone will cut in and stand up for her. And, before she even said it, someone did.
A/N: Um, if I'm too serious, or happen to repeat myself, pls tell me. Thanks to all reviewers!! And do pls forgive all the spelling mistakes!
Authors Note: Yikes!!! I'm really sorry about my mistake in the last chapter, where I made Fujima a blue-eyed boy instead of a green-eyed boy. So, now, read on chapter 7!!!
Chapter 7-Reunion
'Where's your mother Fujima?' Sendo asked, keeping a firm hold on my hand.
'Er. she went to visit my grandfather, my dad too,' Fujima answered, looking at us worriedly.
'They'll be back probably at noon,' he continued.
'Your maid said soon,' Rukawa shot back, sounding offensive. Fujima gave him a startled look, making him mutter 'Sorry.'
'She has a terrible sense of time. Er. will you three sorta act normal a bit? I mean this isn't the way you people usually act. Um. what's up?' Sendo looked at me.
'I'm sorry on the behalf of all of us. We'll tell you what is up when your mom returns,' Sendo said firmly. Fujima nodded, pointing towards the chairs, he left the living room. He returned a few seconds later with four cans of drinks. Aya took one with shaking hands muttering 'thanks' inaudibly. Sendo smiled, nodded a thanks and took one too. Rukawa, like Aya, muttered a soft thanks and took one. Fujima himself drank the other one, his concentration focusing on the game again, or so it seemed. He stole glances at Aya, wondering what on Earth was wrong with them.
Two hours was a pretty long time, yet they didn't feel uncomfortable in each other's presence. There was something in Fujima's company, as if he belonged to one of them. They all felt it although they didn't voice it out. The tension in the atmosphere, the seriousness that they brought along was fading away, leaving them to enjoy each other's company. Sendo and Fujima were soon engaged in a conversation. Rukawa was quiet, as he always was, yet Fujima felt that he wasn't as cold as usual.
Aya, she was in herself, not talking much, oblivious to her surroundings. Rukawa kept glancing at her, wishing that she would say something, wishing that she wouldn't be so absorbed in her memory. He felt a little uncomfortable without hearing her voice and laughter which he often heard when they were alone with Sendo. Aya was thinking through all the times she had with her mother. She missed her mother profoundly, especially the way she used to talk and play with her.
Unlike her husband, (if that was who he really was), she loved Aya. And the thing that Aya hated most about her father was the way he hurt her mom. Hurt her mother so badly that she left, taking her care and love for Aya along with her. Sendo too kept giving Aya occasional glances, pretty worried about her, wondering how her mother would react towards her.
The rain had slowed down to a pretty thin drizzle. Yet, even as a car turned into the porch of Fujima's house, it was still drizzling. Aya stood up suddenly, taking the others especially Fujima by surprise. Sendo slowly walked towards her. Two car doors slammed. Sendo reached over to Aya and put his hands over her shoulder in a half hug. Rukawa too, by now was standing beside Aya. They stared at the door expectedly, they faces so grim, that it was comical. All the tension that was gone, returned, and showed itself on they faces. Fujima stared art them, mouth open until he couldn't take it anymore, and started giggling. The tension did not break, but it lessened. The three of them stared at Fujima who was apologizing, saying that they did look very comical.
Finally the door opened and Fujima's mother stepped in.
'Fujima, please help.' she broke off, staring at the four teenagers, three guys and one girl, oddly familiar, looking at her weirdly. expectantly. One of the guys had one of his hands over the girl's shoulder. He too looked a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. As she looked at them, she could see, no, feel the unity in that circle, her son included. There was some kind of undeniable peacefulness that couldn't be explained. She had felt this before. It was when. yes, when her daughter, Aya, was playing with the boy next door, and when her 'father' called her back, she had said bye in such a sad voice, yet there was peace in her voice. It was as if they had a certain kind of understanding some other people couldn't understand.
Aya on the other hand was staring at the lady, images flying across her mind. It was her mother, she was sure of it, but how could she actually now, say 'mother'? Right now, it all seemed so absurd. Them coming here and all. Yeah, she was her mother, but was is not is. Her mother had left. She now had her own life and did not care the least for Aya. Heck, the lady barely recognized her, or so she thought. But then, it was the lady who started it.
'Aya?' the lady asked disbelievingly. Fujima stared at his mother.
'Mother, do you know.' there he stopped. A thought had suddenly struck him. Directing his words towards Sendo this time, he said.
'Sendo, is Aya my mother's child?' Sendo smiled and nodded. Fujima's face lighted up as he turned towards Aya and his mother.
'Aya, oh my goodness, Aya. I'm so sorry,' she said, tears filling her eyes. Aya broke away from Sendo and ran towards her mother, crying herself.
'Mother, mother. It is okay. You are alive and you still remember me. That is all I want and need,' Aya said, hugging her mother tightly.
'Aya, Aya,' was all her mother said. Then Fujima's dad came in.
'Hey, how about a little help.,' then he broke off, his face clearly showing how shocked he was at the scene in front of him
'Uh, oh,' Fujima said.
'Nani?' Sendo asked. Rukawa looked at him questioningly too.
'My dad. He never liked the idea of my mom sleeping with another guy and does not like her child at all,' Fujima said softly, but Aya caught it anyway.
'Another guy. Mother, can I know who I really am?' Aya asked her mother hopefully.
'So. you know that he is not your true father. How did you know?' She asked.
'Sendo,' was Aya's short reply. Fujima's mother looked at her husband, obviously pleading with him to allow it. Allow her to tell her child her own history. She had been battling with herself for so long, trying to forget Aya, but somehow not able to. She also tried to make her husband see. Tried to make him understand what she was going through. Tried to show him what it had meant for her to leave her child. She had never succeeded, but she couldn't just leave her child here now that she had come. Her life long dream had come true, she had seen her daughter at last. But now, as she looked into her husband's eye's she could see that he was not happy with it. He wasn't ready to understand it.
Aya looked from one to another clearly feeling the tension that she had created by just one simple and innocent question. Mr. Fujima did not look at all pleased at the prospect that she, his half-daughter was in his house. Feeling guilty, she opened her mouth to say that it was all right, she didn't need to know, although she did. Feeling low and sad, she prepared herself to not be able to know who her father is. She could say that, but deeply, she could never mean that. And so, deep in her heart, she hoped and prayed that someone will cut in and stand up for her. And, before she even said it, someone did.
A/N: Um, if I'm too serious, or happen to repeat myself, pls tell me. Thanks to all reviewers!! And do pls forgive all the spelling mistakes!
