Azure: Mother Complex

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: Thank You SO MUCH for the reviews…I want to say that although some were impatient but I'm glad you guys happen to stick with this little fanfic!

Thank You so much again! Enjoy!

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"Mama. My hands…they hurt!"

A little boy ran to his mothers, hands bleeding. He was playing with some boys out in the neighborhood, somewhere in the park. When they all ran around and chased each other with glee. The pale ebony-haired boy accidentally tripped and his hands fell to support his weight, and thus they hit small yet sharp rocks.

Yes, it was painful. VERY painful.

He sobbed as he watched as his mother washed them with warm water, carefully wrapping those small pale hands in clean bandages.

"Mama…" he sniffed.

"Kaede, be careful next time! Okay?"

"Yes mama…."

He nodded as he felt his mother's soft hands wrapped around him.

"Be a good boy Kaede…"

"Yes mama."

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Rukawa's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I always wake staring into a vast white empty space in my room.

The ceiling.

Last night, it was incredibly cold. I had two blankets to keep my warm. Next time I'll have to NOT wear boxers to sleep. I shifted to the side to turn off the MP3 player, I had it on all night.

I didn't bother to change into anything decent when I got downstairs, I was too hungry. Come to think of it, most of the time the thing I feel the most is my hunger.

Human instinct, I suppose?

Then she flashed into my mind. Haruko Akagi.

Damn that bitch, that little bitch. Who does she think she is? Saying something like forgetting about me…she's too arrogant.

She's not even worth my time.

My hands dug through the fridge, there must be something decent here enough to eat. Despite us having a reasonable amount of money all I see in this fridge is non-fat-all- good-healthy crap. Give me junk food,dammit.

My hands found sanctuary as I had in them a large milk chocolate bar. Yes.

"Oniichan, what are you planning today?"

There Tsubaki sat at the dinner table with a bowl of oats and a tall glass of milk, but dad, as usual was nowhere to be found. He was probably busy screwing his supposed secretary.

"What is it about today?"

"Nothing really, it's just that dad's going to bring home his pretty secretary…"

"Oh you mean the whore he's going to marry?"

Tsubaki shook his head at me. He remains indifferent to this sort of thing. I sat beside him in the table and unwrapped my chocolate.

"Seriously, I don't plan anything. Today's Saturday though, I should just go out and practice basketball and….stuff.."

"Yeah, you should get some fresh air."

He smiled and stood up. He patted me at the shoulder and left.

Weird kid, he's a far cry from the Tsubaki I used to know, that snotty crybaby, the one who always clung to me.

I remember him saying one that mother's death has caused him to change so drastically. We always have a reason to justify ourselves after all.

And I found myself all alone again.

"Am I so easily forgotten?"

Feh, even being forgotten by someone so insignificant bothers me.

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"Haruko-chan, have you eaten you breakfast?"

"Hai okaa-san!"

She beamed, deep inside she thought that despite being unlucky in love, she was at least lucky with her family and friends.

"Haruko, where are you heading anyway?"

Her father peeked his head from the newspaper (which practically covered his face) he was reading to look at her.

"Uhhm…well I felt like going out today…maybe for some exercise."

"Well that's good you've been out of shape lately Haruko-chan!"

Her mother clapped her hands together as if cheering her on. Haruko waved goodbye in her casual manner and that smile was once more worn on her face.

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Haruko's POV

I've always wanted to buy this book, it seems good. But I never had enough money.

Staring at the nice cover and having to weight it in my hands and be in awe how impressively thick it is. I can only imagine what's written inside.

It's the same with Rukawa, they say silent rivers run deep, he must me someone with so much to say but never wanted to.

"Hey! Haruko! It's that really you?"

I looked up to see Mitsui hovering above me. Strange, it seems that he's never seen me wearing casual clothes for a change. Wait—maybe he hasn't after all…we weren't very close.

"Uhm..Mitsui-sempai nice to see you here—in a bookstore of all places…"

I stammered…sometimes I say the stupidest thing.

He laughed, hands both holding unto his stomach. I could see the tears forming from the corners of his eyes JUST LAUGHING.

"I don't eat, drink and breathe basketball Haruko-chan. Besides I needed some stuff for my school project. Besides I'm not actually the type to read thick books…ne?"

I laughed nervously, I hope that didn't offend him. But somehow what he said was he…making fun of Rukawa?

"Hey, I know what'll make you fell better! How about a "date"?!"

"Ehhhhhh???"

He grabbed the book from my hands still smiling.

"Stupid. Not a romantic date..yenno…just for fun! I'll treat you to ice cream and hang out at the arcade…yenno…normal human stuff that doesn't involve R-U-K-A-W-A."

I stared in shock at his goofy expression.

"So then would you go out with me?"

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Author's Note: So what do you think? About what? The current development….what do you think? (XD Sounds like a script taken out from Neon Genesis Evangelion) Things are getting cleared up, so now you know why Rukawa is quite messed up. But there will be worse things. Anyway, this fanfic is like a shoujo manga….hahahaha! Anyway, has anybody wondered what sort of music Rukawa listens to…? J-rock has always been a bet of mine….xD