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By Technicolors
What if there's a world with no light?
Will it ever be lively?
Or will it be dull?
Now, now Shinsou. Don't think that way!
Of course it'll be lively!
Never dull!
Because there will be flowers!
And grassy plains, stretching for miles!
You don't have to be so alone, Sansake!
Because I will be there!
And we will stroll through the grass & flowers forever!
Prologue I
It was a rainy day, so we couldn't go outside and frolic around. But do I really care? No. In the orphanage, everyone enjoyed very little things. No one wanted to play games with each other. No one wanted to even start a conversation with each other. They were too busy remembering their parents, passed away like dust in the wind. And I did the same. I'm way too depressed to bother caring anymore. Now I'm here, in one of the most wooden rooms I've ever seen, laying on my hard bed. The rain was beating down quite hard on the window, and couldn't concentrate on anything else. Instead my mind gazed off to my past. Like all other kids in my orphanage does.
I was in middle school, and maintained excellent grades. I had no problems at all, despite having no friends. My mindset was on one thing: JDMs. I just adore its fashion, its culture. Heck, it's even native to the prefecture! Many people in my neighborhood had at least one Nissan, or a Toyota. Super GTs was also big in the prefecture. But in my age, students cared less. And that, makes me sick to my stomach. So I avoided making friends, and just stayed alone. It did bothered my parents that I have no friends, but I always said I work best alone.
Although my parents still wanted to butt in and ruin my dream. Instead they wanted me to follow their footsteps: Become a teacher. My Dad was a teacher in a high school, and my Mom was a teacher in a pre-school. But I wanted to be a race car driver. I'd rather risk my life than risk it for others' education. But they highly disagreed with my dreams. Maybe I don't want to be an astronaut, or a fire fighter, or a police officer, where I'll actually have a use in this world. But what my dream is mines, and no one can take that away. Even my own parents. Though they still have the audacity to convince me.
Then they pushed it too far. It got way too tiring. So I ran away. Ran away as far as I can. Passing houses, to passing stores, then finally in a grassy plain. I panted lots, but I wanted to get as far as possible. Soon I set up a makeshift home in someone's shed nearby. Luckily no one went out back and looked for whatever is in the shed for a whole 12 hours, or noticed me picking off fruits in their garden which were nasty to me.
But a feeling streamed through myself. A quite sad feeling. The feeling where my parents will get worried sick. So I had no choice but to retreat. Retreat back to my home. But as soon as I started, I got hit with a question: What's the use? I looked up in the starry sky, and then the crescent moon shining brightly like a diamond ring. Is there a point to go back? My parents will never forgive me for this, nor ever accept my dreams. But I couldn't bear to let them just suffer in their own pointless illness.
So I made a decision. I ran out of there. As fast as I could. Hoping to find the way back. Hoping they won't worry about me disappearing. I stopped at stores to look at the maps, memorizing a mental route, before being asked of where are my parents.
Hours later, I finally caught eye of my home. White-picket fences, vines tangled in it, shrubs situated on the house perimeter. When I looked around the windows, it was completely dark. I made sure to not make any noise. I planned to just run in there, and jump on their bed. Like what I usually do when they wake up late.
The front door was partially open, which was odd. I peeked inside. Everything was dark. I couldn't see a thing. A very strange thing to do. Were they trying to make me feel the same as they did when I ran away?
I tip-toed to a candle on the end table near the door. My parents always liked the place smelling fresh, specifically French Vanilla. There was a match next to it, so I ignited the candle. It made enough light to see clearly.
I walked up the stairs, and spotted muddy boots in front of me. What in the world? But I had no time to inspect it. I proceeded down the hallway to my parent's room, which was wide open. I peeked inside.
Then. My heart stopped. There they were, laying on the bed, with my Dad staring right at me. He wasn't blinking. And blood leaked off his arm down onto the wooden floor. And a scary-looking character lies near him. He turned around, and pointed a gun to my head. I stared straight into the muzzle, and bursted crying. I begged, I pleaded not to shoot. But he never hesitated to pull the trigger.
Once he did... I fell down to my knees. He shot me in my foot. And bled tremendously. I couldn't stop crying, and he demanded me to stop. But at the same time, the candle I held. It flew airborne onto his pants, and ignited it. He instantly dropped his weapon, and started looking for something to dissipate the blaze. While he ran around like haywire I grabbed the gun, and tried to steady my aim, while at the same time enduring the pain on my foot.
I pulled the trigger to his head. A definite kill. However he landed near the curtains. And as the fire engulfed the curtain and then the grand bed, I had no choice but to escape. But before I did, I held my father's & mother's hand, prayed on it, and shed immense tears on it, before the flames soon covered their arms. I loved them. Contradicting my dreams was one thing, but they were still family. A family to me.
When I looked back, the house was entirely on fire. We lived in a isolated area, miles from the next living person so no one saw the epidemic. Even though I promised to never run off again, I sprinted, limping graciously before falling down. Drowning with tears.
And in that time, I wondered why I should have took a bullet to the head...
And here I am. In an orphanage. After going through that same daydream billions of times, I remain emotionless. At least the other kids in the place had a similar downpour in their past lives... Before I could get up and do something, footsteps emerged in the hallway. Then a familiar voice hollers, Lights out! Curfew! I walked over to the switch and flicked it down. But that didn't mean I could sneak in some reading time. I snatched a manga book from my desk and hid inside my blanket with a flashlight in my hands. But before I could start reading, I fell into slumber. And as the rain pummels the soundless room, it soon dreads into my dream.
My name is Mouko... Mouko Hijisaru...
~To be Continued~
While Kaoru was paranoid of my question,
She smiled brightly at me.
She grabbed my hand tightly, promising to never let go,
Leading me into the everlasting grass.
So there is a lively world.
Just like she said!
But will it last?
Forever?
This is my 2nd attempt on a Fan Fiction. But I know this one will work out perfectly! It took me days to have the confidence to post this. Criticism welcome!
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