Takari Week 2024 - Day 1: First Summer
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Title: Mnemosyne [Prologue I] (First Summer)
Characters: Takeru Takaishi
Summary: The world performs in mysterious and strange ways. He didn't even understand the meaning of destiny at that time, but in the subsequent years he was grateful for every force in the universe that had made them reach that place together. Right when they needed each other the most.
Note: A collection of stories that gives us an insight into Takeru and Hikari's relationship over the years. It was really hard to put all the prompts explicitly in the story, so I tried to metaphorize some of them, in order for them to make sense at the end.
It is composed of two prologues, one for Takeru and one for Hikari, exposing events before 1999. And a final epilogue, summarizing all the feelings exposed in the previous chapters. In the intermediate chapters, we follow all the challenges that a long-term friendship has to face when it becomes a romantic relationship, and how we form solid and permanent bonds with the ones we love the most.
His little hand gripped the pencil tightly. He didn't know what to write. In front of him, a piece of paper with the word family written in computer letter on top. And nothing more.
He couldn't think of anything good enough to write. His restless legs gently tapped the floor, again and again, impatiently.
In his poor understanding of his own emotions, he felt frustrated. Confused to say the least. Maybe a little scared even.
He just wanted to get away from there.
Not exactly going home, because home felt a little bit empty now. He didn't want to be alone, either. He felt alone most of the time lately. Even though he had friends at school, he knew they didn't understand what he was going through. And didn't want to talk about it. Despite all his mother's efforts to play it normally, he knew that even for her, it was a complicated situation to live with and to adapt. Everything was different, and there were no expectations of change.
"Why don't you write something about your mom or dad? "
Said the boy seated next to him, noticing the blank page in front of Takeru. "They are your family, aren't they?"
"I never saw your father, Takeru, is he alive?"
Asked the girl who was sitting in the desk right behind him, trying to have a glimpse of his schoolwork. That statement was something that came naturally, unconsciously, that little girl did not think about what she said.
His voice sounded insecure and lower than usual. He tightened his grip on the pencil even more. His little feet began to circle under the table.
"He just... doesn't live in the same... house, as me and my mom..."
"Is it just you and your mom?" Continued the girl. "That must be fell... lonely."
"Sometimes...But I know my mom loves me."
He couldn't write that he felt alone in a text about his family that his mother could eventually read. The teacher would be uneased. And she would question him about that. And he didn't want to talk about it.
"I am writing about my brother and my sister!" The boy broke the brief silence that came upon them. "They are my heroes!"
The boy's tone of voice created a certain envy within Takeru's heart.
He missed his brother. They hadn't spoken in a few days, and he was afraid to ask to call again. He didn't want to be annoying or bother anyone. But what if Yamato forgets about him?
"It must be horrible to be an only child, right?"
He didn't know. Because he was not, an only child. But somehow, it felt horrible that it seemed like it for other people. Almost embarrassing.
What kind of siblings live apart?
And why couldn't he have a normal family?
Why did his parents have to hate each other?
He felt his head start spinning.
Slowly, placed the pencil on the table and raised his hand. His heart was beating hard, he felt like it would burst at any moment. He held back his tears until the teacher finally noticed his presence.
"Is everything ok, Takeru?"
"I just... need to go to the bathroom!"
"Oh... ok. "The teacher seemed surprised at first but then smiled. "You can go, but don't take too long!"
He left the classroom in complete silence, while he heard his classmates' pencils tapping on the table, and small, almost inaudible conversations going on in the back of the class. Were they talking about him? It didn't matter, he just wanted to get out of there for a few moments.
He walked to the end of the hallway and went down the stairs. The bathrooms were on the first floor, and he had classes on the second.
He started running when he reached the first floor straight to the bathrooms, noticing that no one was aroud.
Entering, Takeru closed the door softly so no one could hear him. He then sat in one humid and cold corner and hugged his legs. Lowered his head and rested it on his knees. Sighed. He could cry without anyone seeing him.
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