Yes, I'm back with the third chapter!Don't worry, I won't end this yet, there's still a little more things I want to put in Kyo's story, although I can safely say the ending is near. Arigato for reviews, you cannot believe how I loved them so much, I'm sorry for being late with this VERY short chapter, I've just begun my pre-u. Will write longer next time, I swear. For more clarifications, you can always see 'The Other World', chapter 7. I don't own Furuba, or else I'll make sure that Yuki gets with Haru!!!!
Em, sorry. Out of topic, ne?
On with the story!!!
Chapter 3: The Pink Child
"Young boy, what are you doing here?" a soft voice awakened Kyo from his momentary sleep. He stared up into a pair of bluest eyes, drowning him in the silence of the night. A woman with neck-length hair was smiling at him, face friendly and warm. "Your mother would be so worried of you."
"She's dead." Kyo mumbled. "She won't be back."
"Is it?" the woman said in faint surprise, positioning herself to sit beside the young boy. "You miss her a lot, I presume?"
"…" Why would he even talk to her? He does not even know this stranger! Nevertheless, it was clear she was not wavered when she continue to look intently at him, waiting for an answer. "She never loved me. She hated me because I was a freak."
"Let me tell you a story, all right? Once upon a time, there was a group of children playing. Using the names of fruits, each child given the name of a fruit will get to play. A girl was not given a fruit's name though, and she was to sit while waiting for the others to finish playing. What do you think is her feeling as she watched her friends play while she patiently waited for her turn?"
"Hate." Kyo answered abruptly. "She must have hated them."
"No, she did not feel it at all! Oh my, you must have passed many hardships …?
"Kyo." Kyo muttered. The woman broke into another smile again and patted his head. He glared at her, but it did not dampen her enthuthiasm at all. "You are…?"
"My name is Kyoko, my dear Kyo-kun. Anyway, you know why she had not hated them at all?"
"She's an idiot." Kyo murmured. Kyoko laughed heartily, costing her another glare.
"My, my, you really are bitter for a child. Well, anyway, she felted nothing because she was happy enough that she had a part in the game."
"She didn't get to play…"
"But, Kyo-kun, at least they allowed her to participate."
This woman is an idiot.
"No one wants me, Kyoko-san. I am the black sheep of the family. Everyone treats me as a freak." Kyo spat, hot tears streaming down. It was weird how this woman was able to unlock the pain he felt although their acquaintance was less than a day. Suddenly, a handkerchief wiped his eyes and he looked up again to Kyoko, who grinned.
"As long as you strongly believe that you loved your mother, I believe she will love you also, or else she wouldn't have taken care of you for so long, would she? Perhaps she was torn because of her beliefs and all, but I know, she must have loved you. You must believe that, you must believe she loved you as how a mother would love a son."
Kyo choked on his tears, now flowing more rapid than before. Kyoko was still looking very motherly at him. He tried to say something but he could not and instead felted a hand pulling his head to the other's shoulder.
"My dear Kyo-kun, when people laugh and smile, their cheeks turn rosy and happy with pink. I believe you belong to the pink children."
For the first time in his life, Kyo appreciated dependence, not that he understood whatever the other was saying.
All right, I don't know when I'll update this again, but I swear I will. Please be patient, arigato! And review!!!
