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adventchallenge Day Four [Yami no Matsuei] "Cold Reunion" (PG)
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mtxref_ficFandom: Yami no Matsuei
Title: Cold Reunion
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matrixrefugee
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own "Yami no Matsuei", its characters, concepts or other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Viz Media, Manga Entertainment, et al.
Summary: Prompt: Crowds -- A very young Muraki, lost in a crowd. Warning for implied child abuse (emotional and physical)
It wasn't Kazutaka's intention to be separated from his mother, but in the press of the crowd filling the shopping arcade, he lost hold of her hand. He suddenly realized that he was surrounded by strangers pressing around him, paying him little heed. At first, he quivered with fear. Mama was not there with him, nowhere to be seen, and he stood there alone in a sea of figures he did not know, faces he did not recognize passing by overhead. There was no way for him to find his own way back home, to his books and his dolls and plush animals -- the ones that remained.
But perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing: It got him away from the crazy side of mother, the one who kept him shut up in his room for days on end, cold and hungry, or who caused his most loved toys and books to disappear. Perhaps he could slip away from her and join a travelling circus, or a troupe of actors, trekking across the countryside. Or perhaps a wealthy prince from Arabia would find him and adopt him, bringing him back to his hareem to be the ladies' companion.
He found a stall and crawled under one of the tables, curling up to watch the crowd passing by. But even watching the people carrying their shopping bags and parcels or leading tired children, grew dull and he soon curled up to take a nap, slipping off to dream of travelling Gypsies, who, enchanted by his pale appearance, would make him their prince....
It could have been an hour or five hours later: someone shook him awake. He opened his eyes, wondering who he would see...
Mother knelt before him, her pale eyes narrowed. "Kazutaka, you naughty boy, there you are," she crooned. "You had me sick with fear when you vanished like that."
"Oh no," he moaned, trying to pull away as she drew him out and caught him up in her arms. To the onlookers and the police officers gathered behind her, it looked like a tender embrace between a mother relieved to find her child and a son afraid of punishment, but the boy could feel her embrace strangling him, making him gasp and bringing tears to his eyes. Tears that the onlookers took to be ones of relief at reuniting with his mother.
Title: Cold Reunion
Author:
matrixrefugeeRating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own "Yami no Matsuei", its characters, concepts or other indicia, which are the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita, Viz Media, Manga Entertainment, et al.
Summary: Prompt: Crowds -- A very young Muraki, lost in a crowd. Warning for implied child abuse (emotional and physical)
It wasn't Kazutaka's intention to be separated from his mother, but in the press of the crowd filling the shopping arcade, he lost hold of her hand. He suddenly realized that he was surrounded by strangers pressing around him, paying him little heed. At first, he quivered with fear. Mama was not there with him, nowhere to be seen, and he stood there alone in a sea of figures he did not know, faces he did not recognize passing by overhead. There was no way for him to find his own way back home, to his books and his dolls and plush animals -- the ones that remained.
But perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing: It got him away from the crazy side of mother, the one who kept him shut up in his room for days on end, cold and hungry, or who caused his most loved toys and books to disappear. Perhaps he could slip away from her and join a travelling circus, or a troupe of actors, trekking across the countryside. Or perhaps a wealthy prince from Arabia would find him and adopt him, bringing him back to his hareem to be the ladies' companion.
He found a stall and crawled under one of the tables, curling up to watch the crowd passing by. But even watching the people carrying their shopping bags and parcels or leading tired children, grew dull and he soon curled up to take a nap, slipping off to dream of travelling Gypsies, who, enchanted by his pale appearance, would make him their prince....
It could have been an hour or five hours later: someone shook him awake. He opened his eyes, wondering who he would see...
Mother knelt before him, her pale eyes narrowed. "Kazutaka, you naughty boy, there you are," she crooned. "You had me sick with fear when you vanished like that."
"Oh no," he moaned, trying to pull away as she drew him out and caught him up in her arms. To the onlookers and the police officers gathered behind her, it looked like a tender embrace between a mother relieved to find her child and a son afraid of punishment, but the boy could feel her embrace strangling him, making him gasp and bringing tears to his eyes. Tears that the onlookers took to be ones of relief at reuniting with his mother.
