Title: Promises Unkept
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Angst
Pairing: Heh, heh, heh, my little secret until chapter two!
Disclaimer: I don't own shit so please don't sue. The song, Try Honesty (Billy Talent) obviously isn't mine, so don't say I said it was!
AN: I thought it would be neat to have a suicidal Max and a certain someone of whom you shall meet later get together! Please, no one hate me until the next chapter, I swear it will be MUCH better than this hunk-o-crap of a first chapter!
Prologue: From Mind to Matter
Judy Takako sat alone at the small round kitchen table, her elbows resting before her on the glistening oak. She was pregnant. She didn't want to be, she had told herself whenever she had the chance that this wouldn't happen...and then it did.
She stupidly fell in love and made a mistake bigger than she had hoped it would be. Her mother refused to speak to her, constantly saying that she should have known better and reminding her of her age.
2:36AM, the clock ticked on, time not stopping for any matter of trouble or despair. Currently Judy sat in her friend's apartment, waiting longingly for dawn to come and grace her with wakefulness. She could hardly sleep, her mind racing as she recalled her mother's words:
"I will not have a-a Slut living in this household! Get out! GET OUT!"
Tears quickly sprung to the blond nineteen-year-olds eyes but she kept them caged, not wanting to free them incase they became wild and unforgiving. Her father hadn't reacted any better. He never spoke a word and his silence was enough to drive Judy to madness.
She knew it would be hard but she would have to find the man responsible for this. The father...She knew who he was, her boyfriend of three months, and older man by about six years. He was gentle and calm, her exact opposite. Her wild nature and enthusiastic outlook was what drew people to her. Bright blue eyes flared with happiness, bringing light to a cold and misty day. No longer...
A heavy soulful sigh escaped her lips and footsteps were heard emerging from one of the far bedrooms. They came closer and closer still until finally the young woman could feel the other's presence directly behind her.
"Oh, honey," The sympathetic voice of her best friend sounded, her arms coming around Judy's shoulders lightly as the blond was pulled into an awkward hug. "Things will be alright, I promise."
Judy believed her friend with everything she had. Her heart and soul lay open to the world as a new life developed inside her. She thought of putting the child up for adoption but her heart screeched against it. Other thoughts, abortion, no...This was her chance to correct her life, start over with another one. A newer and younger life...the life of her child.
Eight years later Judy Tate learned that promises were never always kept. Her friend passed away in a car accident the day the baby was born. The police couldn't understand how the accident came about but the American still blamed it on her 'unlucky baby'. She married her boyfriend for the sake of a normal enough family to give to the child only to receive a divorce six days after her son's fifth birthday. She hated Max, her son and only child. She called him deceitful, stupid, whatever other word she could muster she would yell.
She soon found the joys of pain. Learning how to smack him at certain angles which would make him cry, make him apologize for things he never did. The torture kept her going, his pain kept her alive.
His pain soon carried out over the years until finally his father asked him to join him in Japan where he would meet his friends. People Judy despised just as much as Max. They liked him and she didn't want that.
She hated the attention he was getting from the man who loved her. She wanted him gone. His pain was the next best thing. Watching him hurt himself at her expense was beautiful. So young and naïve but yet already with wounds so deep they leave everlasting scars of turmoil.
Judy stayed in America, not expecting to see the bastard or his offspring again. She prayed she'd never have to. She ignored the phone when it rang for her, her son's expecting voice cheerfully leaving a message saying that he really missed her and still loved her no matter what. Those words killed her inside. Finding herself miserable without the anguish in his face whenever she cried, without his pleading tone when she would yell at him or smack him...
She never hurt him that badly in her opinion...Never that badly...
She had promised her son the world before he was born, she had promised him a wonderful life and a beautiful wedding, and everything a mother should be promising for her son she promised.
It was only afterwards she learned, only afterwards she knew promises were meant to be broken and so that's what she did. She broke them and along with them she broke her son, her family and her life...
