Disclaimer: I don't own SM or any of it's characters. I am however the
creator of this story's title character; Miyako. So don't steal her from
me!! ^_^
Heyo minna! Just to clear up some confusion about the previous story to this one, "WWWU" I never actually said that she was dead for any length of time at the hospital. This is because, well, that didn't happen. She was close to dying, yes, but heart, lungs, brain & all those other vital organs that we have were still functioning, so therefore... no death. Anyway, lets get on with this chapter, shall we? This starts 10 years later!
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Chapter 2
Miyako wrung the water from her long, blonde hair & wrapped her yellow towel around her body before stepping out into the rest of the locker room from her stall. She sat on the bench by her locker & gently touched the tender skin on her shin where a bruise was already forming. Her forehead crinkled a little as she pressed too hard & she gasped sharply through her slightly parted lips.
It had been a good game, her team had won... it would've been great if not for that stupid girl on the other team that "accidentally" missed the ball & caught Miyako's leg with her cleats. She knew her from school, they had never been able to get along. Kisa. For whatever reason, Kisa had always had something against her, though Miyako was not sure what.
Miyako was thankful that it was a Friday evening & that she wouldn't have to put up with the annoying classmate again until Monday morning. She got dressed & headed to the mirror to brush out the tangles in her hair. Her friend, Ayumi was just leaving, so they exchanged their goodbyes & congratulations on the game. Ayumi told her that she hoped Miyako's leg was better for practice on Sunday as she pushed her shoulder-length black hair behind her ear & left with a smile.
As soon as Miyako's hair was dried & she had made sure that she had all of her things, the 15-year-old blonde with the pale green eyes walked out of the change room & into the lobby where her sister & mother were waiting for her.
"Are you okay?! I didn't realize that Kisa kicked you with her cleats!" Usagi gasped when she saw her daughter's bruise beneath the hem of her pink skirt.
Miyako shook her head. "It's ok, Mama. Sometimes these things happen, it's soccer, after all." She patted her mother's shoulder. "I'm fine." Her eyes shifted over to her little sister who was staring disgustedly at the blue & grey skin. "Chibi-Usa... wanna touch it?" She said deviously.
The pink-haired girl cringed & shrunk back.
"Come on! At least it's stopped bleeding!"
"Eww! Mama! Make her stop!"
"Miyako!" Her mother scolded.
Miyako laughed out loud. "Let's go." She said as she ruffled her little sister's pigtails.
Chibi-Usa... it's a nickname of hers because she was named after their mother. It means Little Usagi, basically. And that's what she was, a little pink clone to their mother. It was if her father's DNA had no affect on her, unlike Miyako.
Miyako had found out the summer before last that the man she called Papa was not actually her real father. It didn't change much, of course she still loved her Papa more than anything, but after that day... she began to look at herself more closely. Her pale hair & light green eyes were nothing like her mother's. Miyako thought that if she studied herself long enough in the mirror & was able to subtract her features that were similar to her mother's, that she might be able to discover what her real dad looked like. She was sure that she resembled him a lot.
And since the day she first found out... she has been wondering why her real father was never around... didn't he love her? Papa did, & she's not even his real daughter... her own father must love her too... Right?
"Miyako!" She turned around when she heard a boy's voice call her name.
A thin, platinum blond boy came running up to greet her. "Look! Papa let me streak my hair!" He pointed out the obvious dark red lines in his almost white hair.
"It looks so great!" She ran her hand through his rather long hair (for a boy, that is) & tried to catch all the red strands.
He laughed. They were very close, & Miyako secretly wondered that maybe they were half siblings... Kiku, the boy, was adopted & people often mistook them for siblings when they were together because of their unnatural shade of blonde hair that they shared. It's possible, isn't it?
"What's you dad going to say?"
"I have no idea. He'll probably freak out... but we always find a way to get him to accept these sorts of things."
"I thought your dad was the one who took you to get it done?" Chibi-Usa was at my side, listening to our conversation with curious ears.
"No, that was my Papa." Kiku tried to explain.
"He has 2 dads, Chibi-Usa." Miyako told her.
"Two dads? Like you?"
Miyako winced. Since when did her little sister know about that. She was only ten. "Not quite."
"They're a couple, 2 men. They love each other like your Mama & Papa, but they're both guys."
Chibi-Usa simply blinked in confusion before carrying on. She figured that it was like Aunty Michiru & Haruka, so she didn't really think much about it.
Miyako waved goodbye to her mom and sister & went off with her friend, promising to be home for dinner.
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"So, your sister knows?" Kiku asked as they sat together on a big branch of a Sakura tree, their feet dangling down. Being her best friend, Miyako had run to him as soon as she had found out about her father.
"Apparently." Miyako snapped off a twig & tossed it to the ground. "I didn't know that."
"Are you okay?"
"I just wish she didn't know. How did she even find out?" She sighed. "Out of everybody that could've known... Why does it have to be her? I didn't..."
"What?"
"I didn't want her to see how her Mama & Papa love her more."
"Miyako... you know that's not true."
"Really?" She turned to him, her eyes fixed in a challenging stare. "What makes you think that? My dad didn't want me, why else isn't he around? Maybe mama didn't want me either."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't know... its just that sometimes... I get the feeling that I was just an accident. A consequence of a bad choice when Mama was young, you know... a punishment."
*~*~*~*~*~* Hey minna! What'cha think so far? Is it ok? Sorry I haven't updated for a long time, but I've been REALLY busy! Honestly! First I was in Switzerland where I couldn't write for 6 weeks & then I came back & worked a lot & then a bunch of exchange students came & we were always partying & stuff. Now they've gone home & report card marks are in so I don't have to worry about work until another month or so. YES! I'll try to write more, but I'm in the middle of writing 2 other stories that aren't fanfics (not posted) & I've been suffering from writer's block. *sigh* Please R&R!
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Heyo minna! Just to clear up some confusion about the previous story to this one, "WWWU" I never actually said that she was dead for any length of time at the hospital. This is because, well, that didn't happen. She was close to dying, yes, but heart, lungs, brain & all those other vital organs that we have were still functioning, so therefore... no death. Anyway, lets get on with this chapter, shall we? This starts 10 years later!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 2
Miyako wrung the water from her long, blonde hair & wrapped her yellow towel around her body before stepping out into the rest of the locker room from her stall. She sat on the bench by her locker & gently touched the tender skin on her shin where a bruise was already forming. Her forehead crinkled a little as she pressed too hard & she gasped sharply through her slightly parted lips.
It had been a good game, her team had won... it would've been great if not for that stupid girl on the other team that "accidentally" missed the ball & caught Miyako's leg with her cleats. She knew her from school, they had never been able to get along. Kisa. For whatever reason, Kisa had always had something against her, though Miyako was not sure what.
Miyako was thankful that it was a Friday evening & that she wouldn't have to put up with the annoying classmate again until Monday morning. She got dressed & headed to the mirror to brush out the tangles in her hair. Her friend, Ayumi was just leaving, so they exchanged their goodbyes & congratulations on the game. Ayumi told her that she hoped Miyako's leg was better for practice on Sunday as she pushed her shoulder-length black hair behind her ear & left with a smile.
As soon as Miyako's hair was dried & she had made sure that she had all of her things, the 15-year-old blonde with the pale green eyes walked out of the change room & into the lobby where her sister & mother were waiting for her.
"Are you okay?! I didn't realize that Kisa kicked you with her cleats!" Usagi gasped when she saw her daughter's bruise beneath the hem of her pink skirt.
Miyako shook her head. "It's ok, Mama. Sometimes these things happen, it's soccer, after all." She patted her mother's shoulder. "I'm fine." Her eyes shifted over to her little sister who was staring disgustedly at the blue & grey skin. "Chibi-Usa... wanna touch it?" She said deviously.
The pink-haired girl cringed & shrunk back.
"Come on! At least it's stopped bleeding!"
"Eww! Mama! Make her stop!"
"Miyako!" Her mother scolded.
Miyako laughed out loud. "Let's go." She said as she ruffled her little sister's pigtails.
Chibi-Usa... it's a nickname of hers because she was named after their mother. It means Little Usagi, basically. And that's what she was, a little pink clone to their mother. It was if her father's DNA had no affect on her, unlike Miyako.
Miyako had found out the summer before last that the man she called Papa was not actually her real father. It didn't change much, of course she still loved her Papa more than anything, but after that day... she began to look at herself more closely. Her pale hair & light green eyes were nothing like her mother's. Miyako thought that if she studied herself long enough in the mirror & was able to subtract her features that were similar to her mother's, that she might be able to discover what her real dad looked like. She was sure that she resembled him a lot.
And since the day she first found out... she has been wondering why her real father was never around... didn't he love her? Papa did, & she's not even his real daughter... her own father must love her too... Right?
"Miyako!" She turned around when she heard a boy's voice call her name.
A thin, platinum blond boy came running up to greet her. "Look! Papa let me streak my hair!" He pointed out the obvious dark red lines in his almost white hair.
"It looks so great!" She ran her hand through his rather long hair (for a boy, that is) & tried to catch all the red strands.
He laughed. They were very close, & Miyako secretly wondered that maybe they were half siblings... Kiku, the boy, was adopted & people often mistook them for siblings when they were together because of their unnatural shade of blonde hair that they shared. It's possible, isn't it?
"What's you dad going to say?"
"I have no idea. He'll probably freak out... but we always find a way to get him to accept these sorts of things."
"I thought your dad was the one who took you to get it done?" Chibi-Usa was at my side, listening to our conversation with curious ears.
"No, that was my Papa." Kiku tried to explain.
"He has 2 dads, Chibi-Usa." Miyako told her.
"Two dads? Like you?"
Miyako winced. Since when did her little sister know about that. She was only ten. "Not quite."
"They're a couple, 2 men. They love each other like your Mama & Papa, but they're both guys."
Chibi-Usa simply blinked in confusion before carrying on. She figured that it was like Aunty Michiru & Haruka, so she didn't really think much about it.
Miyako waved goodbye to her mom and sister & went off with her friend, promising to be home for dinner.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, your sister knows?" Kiku asked as they sat together on a big branch of a Sakura tree, their feet dangling down. Being her best friend, Miyako had run to him as soon as she had found out about her father.
"Apparently." Miyako snapped off a twig & tossed it to the ground. "I didn't know that."
"Are you okay?"
"I just wish she didn't know. How did she even find out?" She sighed. "Out of everybody that could've known... Why does it have to be her? I didn't..."
"What?"
"I didn't want her to see how her Mama & Papa love her more."
"Miyako... you know that's not true."
"Really?" She turned to him, her eyes fixed in a challenging stare. "What makes you think that? My dad didn't want me, why else isn't he around? Maybe mama didn't want me either."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't know... its just that sometimes... I get the feeling that I was just an accident. A consequence of a bad choice when Mama was young, you know... a punishment."
*~*~*~*~*~* Hey minna! What'cha think so far? Is it ok? Sorry I haven't updated for a long time, but I've been REALLY busy! Honestly! First I was in Switzerland where I couldn't write for 6 weeks & then I came back & worked a lot & then a bunch of exchange students came & we were always partying & stuff. Now they've gone home & report card marks are in so I don't have to worry about work until another month or so. YES! I'll try to write more, but I'm in the middle of writing 2 other stories that aren't fanfics (not posted) & I've been suffering from writer's block. *sigh* Please R&R!
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