Unwanted
Prologue
Rated: Angst
Set: First Season
Author: nat-chan
E-mail: natia_99@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: I've been inspired by Aimee-chan so prepare yourselves
for tragic angst peoples!!!!
Disclaimer: I keep throwing myself in the path of youmas...but
still no Tuxedo Mask.....hmmmm....
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The phone rang in his kitchen and he padded barefoot across
the living room to answer it.
"Moshi Moshi?" He queried.
"Mr. Chiba?"
"Yes."
"This is Matsaki Orphanage calling. The Hospital just contacted
us looking for you. They've found some things that belonged to
your parents..."
His grip on the phone tightened, his mouth running dry.
"Th-thank you." He managed breathlessly before hanging up.
He raced to the bedroom to change and flew out the door
with as much gusto as his nemesis...
He drove like the wind to the hospital and rushed to
the information desk.
Sitting in the waiting chairs was torture. Finally
an older looking Doctor emerged slowly.
"Mr. Chiba?"
"Hai!" He responded immediately, standing eagerly.
The Doctor ushered him into his office and offered him a seat.
"Do you remember me Mamoru?" He smiled.
He regarded him a long moment, "Uh...gomen...demo...are
you Doctor Mizuno?" He finished, eyes wide.
"Indeed I am. How are you my boy? I always wondered
about you..."
"I-I'm alright. I'm in High School now, and working."
"They told me at the orphanage you moved out on your
own as soon as you could."
"Hai."
The old Doctor took off his glasses slowly, "And you
never remembered anything?"
He shook his head, "Never."
"Well, another Hospital finally contacted us...from
America. You were born in America Mamoru, in fact, that's
where your parents lived."
Mamoru's eyes widened.
"They were from here, but they travelled over there
to work I gather."
He took a deep breath, "The house, and everything in
it is gone. Sold and scattered unfortunately. But
your mother kept journals and they were given to the
local library. The only reason they were found is the
library is switching it's filing to computer and they
came across them in their cleaning. Someone sought out
their origins and contacted us."
He pulled a bundle of worn looking notebooks tied with
string out of a drawer and handed them to Mamoru.
"So here they are."
Mamoru looked at them incredulously, his hands shaking,
"A-a-arigato." He managed.
"I'm glad I could give you something after all this
time son."
Mamoru stood slowly and Dr. Mizuno did too,
"You keep in touch now you hear?"
They shook hands and Mamoru left.
He flew home.
Finally alone in his apartment he headed slowly to the coffee
table, the shock setting in.
His mother's journals. After all this time, with no connection
to anyone or anything.....
He sat down and untied them, reading the dates on the covers
and putting them in order with care.
Then ever-so-carefully he opened the first one and began
to read.
He read for hours. His mother detailed the move from Japan,
the business his father was in, his transfer and success.
The last journal was the one that he would be in...
He made himself a coffee and sat down with a pale face.
He was never to drink from that coffee.
Instead, he read the journal page by page, several
times over. Each time the dull pain throbbed a little
deeper.
The Journal began when his mother discovered she
was pregnant and detailed the months until his birth.
And they revealed one, terrible, fact.
He was not a wanted baby.
His parents, especially his mother, had never
wanted children.
They never planned to have him and discovered
too late that he was conceived.
His mother voiced her fears and dismay. How
she never wanted the burden of a baby. How
she feared it would take over their lives.
How she worried that she would not cope
well.
How she didn't even want to go buy
baby clothes or pick out a name.
But the last line of her journal was
the most cruel.
He read it over and over....
~I hope I can learn to love my baby
the way he deserves to be loved...but
I fear I cannot....~
It was the last entry.
He was born shortly after....
He simply sat there for hours, numb with shock.
It was too much.
Before, at the orphanage, alone and unwanted
he had clung to the belief that before his
parents had died--even if he could not remember--he
had been wanted and loved. It was all he had.
Now that was gone too.
He was not wanted, and he had never been wanted.
It had never occured to him that the memories
he could not retrieve were bad ones....maybe that
was why he couldn't? His mind was trying to
protect him from the truth?
A switch flicked inside of him then. The last
of what kept him going simply snuffed like
a flame and died.
He hung his head.
What was the point of it all?
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Prologue
Rated: Angst
Set: First Season
Author: nat-chan
E-mail: natia_99@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: I've been inspired by Aimee-chan so prepare yourselves
for tragic angst peoples!!!!
Disclaimer: I keep throwing myself in the path of youmas...but
still no Tuxedo Mask.....hmmmm....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang in his kitchen and he padded barefoot across
the living room to answer it.
"Moshi Moshi?" He queried.
"Mr. Chiba?"
"Yes."
"This is Matsaki Orphanage calling. The Hospital just contacted
us looking for you. They've found some things that belonged to
your parents..."
His grip on the phone tightened, his mouth running dry.
"Th-thank you." He managed breathlessly before hanging up.
He raced to the bedroom to change and flew out the door
with as much gusto as his nemesis...
He drove like the wind to the hospital and rushed to
the information desk.
Sitting in the waiting chairs was torture. Finally
an older looking Doctor emerged slowly.
"Mr. Chiba?"
"Hai!" He responded immediately, standing eagerly.
The Doctor ushered him into his office and offered him a seat.
"Do you remember me Mamoru?" He smiled.
He regarded him a long moment, "Uh...gomen...demo...are
you Doctor Mizuno?" He finished, eyes wide.
"Indeed I am. How are you my boy? I always wondered
about you..."
"I-I'm alright. I'm in High School now, and working."
"They told me at the orphanage you moved out on your
own as soon as you could."
"Hai."
The old Doctor took off his glasses slowly, "And you
never remembered anything?"
He shook his head, "Never."
"Well, another Hospital finally contacted us...from
America. You were born in America Mamoru, in fact, that's
where your parents lived."
Mamoru's eyes widened.
"They were from here, but they travelled over there
to work I gather."
He took a deep breath, "The house, and everything in
it is gone. Sold and scattered unfortunately. But
your mother kept journals and they were given to the
local library. The only reason they were found is the
library is switching it's filing to computer and they
came across them in their cleaning. Someone sought out
their origins and contacted us."
He pulled a bundle of worn looking notebooks tied with
string out of a drawer and handed them to Mamoru.
"So here they are."
Mamoru looked at them incredulously, his hands shaking,
"A-a-arigato." He managed.
"I'm glad I could give you something after all this
time son."
Mamoru stood slowly and Dr. Mizuno did too,
"You keep in touch now you hear?"
They shook hands and Mamoru left.
He flew home.
Finally alone in his apartment he headed slowly to the coffee
table, the shock setting in.
His mother's journals. After all this time, with no connection
to anyone or anything.....
He sat down and untied them, reading the dates on the covers
and putting them in order with care.
Then ever-so-carefully he opened the first one and began
to read.
He read for hours. His mother detailed the move from Japan,
the business his father was in, his transfer and success.
The last journal was the one that he would be in...
He made himself a coffee and sat down with a pale face.
He was never to drink from that coffee.
Instead, he read the journal page by page, several
times over. Each time the dull pain throbbed a little
deeper.
The Journal began when his mother discovered she
was pregnant and detailed the months until his birth.
And they revealed one, terrible, fact.
He was not a wanted baby.
His parents, especially his mother, had never
wanted children.
They never planned to have him and discovered
too late that he was conceived.
His mother voiced her fears and dismay. How
she never wanted the burden of a baby. How
she feared it would take over their lives.
How she worried that she would not cope
well.
How she didn't even want to go buy
baby clothes or pick out a name.
But the last line of her journal was
the most cruel.
He read it over and over....
~I hope I can learn to love my baby
the way he deserves to be loved...but
I fear I cannot....~
It was the last entry.
He was born shortly after....
He simply sat there for hours, numb with shock.
It was too much.
Before, at the orphanage, alone and unwanted
he had clung to the belief that before his
parents had died--even if he could not remember--he
had been wanted and loved. It was all he had.
Now that was gone too.
He was not wanted, and he had never been wanted.
It had never occured to him that the memories
he could not retrieve were bad ones....maybe that
was why he couldn't? His mind was trying to
protect him from the truth?
A switch flicked inside of him then. The last
of what kept him going simply snuffed like
a flame and died.
He hung his head.
What was the point of it all?
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