Author's Note: Part 1 was set before Ritsuka acquired amnesia. This fic focuses on Misaki(am i right?), Ritsuka's mother and the reason behind her insanity. Anyway, everyone should read Part 2 because the essence of this fic relies on this part. So hope you like it!
"You only have to smile for me, Ritsuka"
Seeing her youngest son's smile was the only thing she lives for. Ritsuka was the only reason she survives. Her existence and happiness depended so much on her son's affectionate nature. It was her beckon of light amidst darkness.
And then it happened.
Ritsuka had looked at her with eyes that held no recognition. His face solemn. His movements radiated no warmth and happiness. His whole demeanor, solitary and silent.
Those cruel, cruel words said on Ritsuka's odd expressionless voice. "Who are you?"
She had stood there shocked, her body had stilled from reaching out for him. She didn't know how long she had stayed motionless, her mouth trembling, trying to form words to she had no idea how to say. She had felt the presence behind her and turned to find her eldest son, Seimei, his face a stoic mask as he asked his younger brother, "Don't you remember us?"
She turned back towards her precious boy sitting on the hospital bed only to see him slowly shaking his head on negative.
Seimei led her out of the hospital room and some how she acceded. The walls painted white felt like a prison. Like it was closing upon her.
The doctor had been waiting on his office. They sat down on the chairs at the front of his desk. He explained Ritsuka's condition, with Seimei asking questions every now and then.
She can't understand a word they say. The voices drifting and echoing on her mind. Trapped inside, with her fears.
Ritsuka hadn't recognize her. Ritsuka had forgotten about his own mother. Ritsuka hadn't smiled at her.
No! This can't be! I cannot accept it!
He's just sick. That's right. Just sick. That's why he's not acting like himself. Just sick. He'll get better. She'll take good care of him until he gets better. Until he is not sick anymore. And then, Ritsuka would again smile for her.
He would smile again for me.
That was the hope that she had kept and harbored even until the doctor had discharged Ritsuka from the hospital.
Ritsuka had immediately continued attending his school on Seimei's decision. They had lived for years keeping their family dark secrets hidden from others. "Why must change it?" he had reasoned. "Ritsuka's condition would just be one of those secrets." And then he had stared at Ritsuka with a sort of wistful smile on his face.
Day after day, she had patiently waited for Ritsuka to return home from school, waited for his smile, but her hopes slowly crumbled into dust. His expression had remained solemn. And she would catch him staring at her once in a while, as if he doesn't know her at all. Ritsuka would quickly and quietly finish eating the food she had prepared for him before leaving and locking himself on his room. He would stay there all night and would never go out until the next day when he would have to leave again for school.
Her world had lost its only light. Darkness and hopelessness loomed upon her threatening her sanity. And she snapped…
Silence ended as the glass shattered into pieces. She found herself gripping his hair and pulling it painfully as her other hand slapped on his face. She pushed him away and he fell. His hands bled as it met the broken fragments scattered on the floor. Wide shocked eyes stared at her. The face of her son with a shocked, terrified expression. Yet she was not fooled. She knew then. It was not him. It was not her Ritsuka.
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