The next one will most likely be longer then it should be.
Warnings: Ugh.
Note: Things are being updated. Yay.
It hadn't always been the way it was.
There was a day, when he and his brother were still tiny and excited, when his parent's took them outside and they spent the whole day walking. Ryoga wouldn't stop moving. Finally, their mother laughed and got him some ice cream. Ryoma had pouted. I want ice cream, he'd whined.
His father had smiled at him. The kind that had Ryoma trusting, curling his tiny hand in a big one when they walked to get him his own treat. His brother had chased him around the whole afternoon until it got dark. He could remember seeing fireflies.
And he'd said to his mother, "How do they shine so brightly?"
"Look at all of them, Ryoma." She'd pointed. They were clustered around each other. Ryoga had a jar, trying to capture one with their father right behind him. "Why wouldn't you shine if everyone else was shining too?"
It was dizzying, like an angel falling from heaven. They'd seen a place so good, they'd bathed in the river of honey, but they'd hit the ground. And he was bruised with the reality of it more then his body was.
"You can sit with us." It was a tall, burly guy with violet colored eyes. He radiated confidence, nodding at the group behind him resting on the grass.
That's probably not a good idea, little brother.
Ryoma shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Sorry for asking. You just look lonely and it's obvious you're freshmen."
"Thanks. But no." He declined, turning his attention back to his lap. Food. He'd forgotten food. His mom had forgotten food.
I think it's funny that you're surprised about that. When's the last time you ate?
Ryoma ignored the voice, watching as the guy strode back to his posse, not one of them glanced back at him. That's how he'd known he'd made the right choice.
Momo, what are you doing here?