Disclaimer: I don't own KHR. x.x I wanna stop saying this.
[AN]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOKUDERA!
"Mom!"
Gokudera sat up straight in bed, his little green eyes watered, and his pale pianist hands clutching the bedspread. He waited for a moment, before shifting uncomfortably in his bed. He was too afraid to move from his nightmare, so he stayed putand waited a bit longer. Gokudera stared at the door hard enough to make holes through it, hoping his mother would come in any moment. He just prayed she hear him yelling and not his father...
"Mom!" He called out again. There was brief pause in silence, then at last the door opened, and a head peeked in. His mother looked worried, and stepped inside. "What's wrong, Hayato?" He opened his arms. She smiled softy and went over to the side of his bed to hug him, murmuring some comforting words. Gokudera sniffed, and held her close.
"Another nightmare?" She whispered. He nodded and pulled away, rubbing his eyes quietly. She sighed and bent down to take her heels off. "How about…" She started, "I sleep with you tonight? Since tomorrow is a special day."
Gokudera's head snapped up and he blinked, shocked to hear such things. "R-Really?" He beamed.
He didn't remember the last time he slept with his mom. He once asked his father, but he offered he slept with Bianchi instead. Gina chuckled at his glowing eyes and stood back up. "Wait here while I change into some pj's, ok?" She quickly left.
Gokudera jumped up from his bed and ran over to his closet. He pulled out a cardboard box and dragged it over to his bed, kneeling down beside it, and opening it. He kept everything precious to him in here. Thankfully it was a large box, for Gokudera collected anything and everything that caught his eye.
The first items on top of the pile were a few stuffed animals, and some toys he had. He turned the stuffed animals around and checked the stitching on the back of them. It worried his mother that he was learning how to use bombs as a weapon, and so she wouldn't allow him to keep them in the house. The only way he could sneak it in was to shove a couple into these stuffed animals. Shifting those down and to the side, the next items were school papers, and cards. The papers mostly consisted on pages he had ripped out of books from the library. (Most of them about aliens and Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster.) He pushed those off to the side as well but was stopped by a certain piece of paper that had some funny black scribbles on it. He pulled it out, and stared at it.
Gokudera automatically smiled. It was some sheet music for the piano. In fact, this was the one piece that lady had told him that she had written herself and was quite proud of it. He had asked to see it, and she complied happily. It took a few moments, but after the initial trial and error start, Gokudera had started playing the song, almost perfectly. The sound traved all over the house. The lady's eyes had watered up and she had excused her to go to the restroom for a moment. Seeing Gokudera play her music, in a way that looked like they had a real family together…its just was so much on her heart.
He loved this song, because of her. Because he loved her. And every time she came to visit, he would play it at least once, or more times for her.
Gokudera's smile faltered and dipped down. He hadn't seen her in over a year now. He looked out his window and let his mind travel around, thinking about where she could have gone. He had thought she was going to come to his third birthday party, but she didn't show up. He had been practicing that song all day long, too, just for her. Where was she?
The door shut, causing the almost four-year-old to look up at his mother. She sat down on the floor by him, and wrapped her arms around her. 'Whatcha looking at?" She said while kissing his cheek. Gokudera smiled and placed the sheet music in front of her. "That." He commented. His mother was quiet as she stared at it.
"Mom, will you read me a story?" He asked. Gokudera held up a small book, with a bright cover and smiled. It was his favorite one. His mother nodded and took the book from his small hands. Gokudera took her hand and crawled into his bed with her, snuggling up against her. The brown haired woman cleared her throat and opened the book to chapter one.
Gokudera had fallen asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around his mother, and snoring peacefully. The brunette looked down at him and kissed his head before turning off the light in the room and standing up to go to bed also. She sighed and glanced down at the floor where the cardboard box and the items still were. Her eyes wandered to the sheet music he had shown her. She knew exactly who gave it to him, and felt her heart grow cold knowing he was so attached to that woman. She reached down and picked it up and examined it quietly.
"I'm sorry, Hayato." She held the paper over a lit candle until it caught on fire. Gina strolled over to the window and opened it, tossing the paper into the cold night air, letting the breeze carry it off, never to be found again.
"Happy birthday."
[AN]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOKUDERA! I LOVE YOU!
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