The Little Prince [Prologue]
Title: The Little Prince
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya, Sakumiya, Aimiya, Ohmiya
Summary: Yamada Taro is the son of an extremely poor couple, and has to work extremely hard to feed his family. But everything changes when his parents admit that he was adopted, and his real family finally found him after 18 years.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
AN: This is the new fic which i mentioned earlier! Hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
Gripping the mop in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, Yamada Taro tried not to think about the ache in his back and the growling of his stomach. The office which he had been assigned to mop was huge, much larger than any other office he had cleaned before. Thus, before he was half-way done, he was completely drained.
He sat down at a corner, placing the mop in his hands onto the ground and decided that he should take a quick break. Resting for a bit sounded like heaven to Taro, after all, he had a long tiring day at school and since it was the end of the month, the food supplies at home were barely enough to feed all of them. So being the eldest brother, Taro skipped his breakfast and lunch so that his siblings could have more.
His stomach growled in protest once more, making Taro give himself a bitter smile. Work was tough, but for the sake of his family, Taro was willing work his ass off. Sometimes, he wished that his family wasn’t so poor. He wasn’t asking for them to the super rich kind of people who lived in huge fancy mansions, but at least rich enough for him to not take on three part-time jobs at once just to pay off their expenses.
The huge grandfather clock at the other end struck eleven at night, making Taro realized that it was pretty late. He had better hurry and finish cleaning so that he could go home and get some sleep. Speaking of sleep, when was the last time he had any decent rest? For the last few weeks, all he remembered was part-time, school, part-time. Now that he recalled that he had gone without properly sleep for weeks already, Taro was starting to feel rather tired.
Hands on the wall, Taro tried to stand up, but when he did, everything started spinning. He gripped his head, hoping to ease the tremendous pain. However, when his hands left the wall, his legs couldn’t find the strength to keep him standing. The next thing he knew, he was staring at the blinding while ceiling, though everything was still a blur. The blinding whiteness then slowly faded to grey as his eyes struggled to keep open, but failed miserably. From grey then finally to black.
“Taro!”
Taro though he heard something in his head.
“Taro!”
He struggled to open his lead heavy eyes.
“Taro!”
An image of his mother appeared, though rather foggy. Taro blinked once. Then twice. Finally, the fogginess cleared and Taro managed to regain control over himself. He sat up despite the lack of energy.
“What happened?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Taro, you know how worried I was?” asked his mother, hugging him tightly, “I was so scared when your boss carried you in saying you fainted!”
So he had fainted. That sounded pretty lame.
“Ah!” yelped Taro, suddenly remembering something, “if I didn’t finish cleaning, I’m not going to get paid,”
His mother smiled gently at him, “it’s okay, Taro, we’ll get by. Go get some rest, school’s starting in five hours,”
Taro gave his mother a wry smile as he nodded, though he seriously doubted the possibility of them surviving to the end of the month without that huge pay check he was supposed to get if he finished cleaning that office.
Nevertheless, he went off to bed. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. How could he anyway? His family was in a monetary crisis! How could he just fall asleep without thinking of a solution? Taro spent the next five hours lying on his futon, tossing and turning as he tried to come up with a brilliant solution for his problems. Sadly, the sun had risen but still no solution.
There was nothing he could do but get ready for school.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Taro let out a stifled yawn as he stretched. School was long and tiring. He didn’t want to faint again during his part time that evening, or else that would really be the end for him.
As he made his way home, Taro could not help but wonder why Mimura was giving him rather strange looks. For the past week, Mimura had been acting rather oddly towards him - he kept asking him about his early life, his family, if he wanted to live a well-off life etc. Apart from Mimura asking him all sorts of weird questions, there were many people in suits accompanying him to school everyday.
He let out another yawn. It was going to be a long night for him, and Taro was planning to at least take a short nap before heading out. But that plan of his had to be cancelled when he noticed a whole crowd of people gathered outside his house.
“Excuse me,” said Taro, squeezing himself through the sea of people, “this is my house,”
When he got to the front of the crowd, he noticed that there was a line of men in suits preventing anybody from getting through.
“This is my house,” he repeated to the closest man in a suit.
Surprisingly, he let him through without any protest. Taro sighed. He found himself standing at the small path which led from the main road to his little house. Despite it being the eighteenth year that he had lived there, Taro was starting to feel a little apprehensive about entering his house.
There was one unfamiliar pair of shoe outside, indicating that there was a guest. And judging by the looks of the classy looking shoes, it had to be someone important. In the blink of an eye, Taro rushed up to the main door and slid in open. If someone so important wanted something with his family, he had to be there to protect them.
Instead of seeing some mafia looking person in his house, all Taro saw was his six younger siblings eating what looked like very expensive looking cake.
“An-chan!” they cried in unison. All six of them skipped up to him and dragged him over to the small table they had in the middle of the house, “An-chan, you really got to try this, it’s super good!” cried Jiro, the second child of the family.
“Where did you get this?” asked Taro, extremely shocked that his siblings had their hands on such an expensive range of cakes.
“That would be my doing,” interrupted an unfamiliar voice.
Taro spun around, and saw another man in a suit sitting next to his mother who looked like she was about to burst into tears.
“Who are you?” snapped Taro, immediately grabbing whatever within reach, turned out to be a baseball bat, and used it to gain an upper hand over the man in the suit.
“Relax, young master. My name is Nishida, and I was hoping to speak to you,” replied the man rather calmly despite being threatened by Taro.
Taro took a good look at the man. He seemed rather harmless and looked quite safe. Deciding to trust his intuition, Taro dropped the baseball bat and followed the man outside, his mother behind him.
Once outside, the man wasted no time in telling what he was doing at their house.
“This may sound rather sudden,” Nishida began, “but you’re actually the long lost grandson of the Ninomiya family,”
Behind him, his mother had started weeping. Taro turned back at forth, not knowing what was going on. This man suddenly turned up and tells him he is some grandson of some Ninomiya person, was he supposed to believe such a far-fetched story?
“Very funny,” he said at last. He placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders, wanting to escort her inside, away from this mad man, but for some unknown reason, his mother refused to move.
“He…He’s actually telling the truth,” she choked out, “you’re not really my son,”
Taro’s grip around his mother’s shoulders tightened, “It’s okay, mom, you can stop acting now,” his voice was quivering so badly he might have given away the fake calm expression on his face.
“Taro, I’m not acting,” she wept, “eighteen years ago, your dad and I found you abandoned by the street outside this house. We were childless then, so we decided to take you in,”
Taro felt like the whole world had come crashing down on him. For eighteen years, he had being living with this lady he called his mother, and only to be told that she wasn’t his biological mother. For eighteen years, he had played with his siblings, only to be told that they weren’t his real siblings.
His arms slung down to his sides, as Taro could not find the strength to deny everything. Everything just happened so fast he had no idea what he was supposed to do!
“Young master,” said Nishida, “if you don’t mind, would you please go and pack your things? Lord Ninomiya had been waiting for you for eighteen years now, you won’t want to keep him waiting any longer, would you?”
Taro stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.
“Taro,” said his mother gently, “Go pack your things, it’s time you went home,”
“I refuse,” Taro blurted out, “I can’t go with him, what will happen to the rest of them if I left?”
“Taro, you must,” said his mother firmly, placing both hands on his shoulders, “We’ll manage. You’ve been away from your real home for too long already, your real family must miss you a lot,”
His mother, if you can still call her that, went back inside, presumably to pack his things for him. Taro stood outside in a daze. He still couldn’t accept what he had been told.
Taro stood outside in silence, staring at his house which he used to call home. It wouldn’t be his home for long. His mother appeared again, this time with a small bag filled with the little belongings he had. She handed the bag over to him with an encouraging smile, “You better go before the others notice. Good bye, Taro,”
Judging by how his siblings were still seated around the table enjoying their cakes, they probably haven’t been told what was going on. Taro look one last glance at the little house he had been living in for eighteen years. He knows that he really had no choice but to follow Nishida to his real family, and he better do it quick before his siblings realize what was going on and make a huge scene.
Turning around, Taro followed Nishida to a posh car. He tried not to turn back, knowing that he wouldn’t want to leave if he did.
“Young master, this way,” said Nishida, holding the door open for him.
Bit by bit, Taro turned around to have one final look at the small, dilapidated house which he had lived in ever since he could remember. Shifting his gaze back to the car, Taro got in. Nishida followed after him and the car soon drove off. Turning around again, Taro watched his house become smaller and smaller, and soon turned into a speck before disappearing.
Soon, he’ll find himself in a house which is completely unfamiliar to him, he’ll find himself surrounded by people whom he had never met before, he’ll find himself in a new environment. Just thinking about it makes Taro nervous to the bone.
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya, Sakumiya, Aimiya, Ohmiya
Summary: Yamada Taro is the son of an extremely poor couple, and has to work extremely hard to feed his family. But everything changes when his parents admit that he was adopted, and his real family finally found him after 18 years.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
AN: This is the new fic which i mentioned earlier! Hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
Gripping the mop in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, Yamada Taro tried not to think about the ache in his back and the growling of his stomach. The office which he had been assigned to mop was huge, much larger than any other office he had cleaned before. Thus, before he was half-way done, he was completely drained.
He sat down at a corner, placing the mop in his hands onto the ground and decided that he should take a quick break. Resting for a bit sounded like heaven to Taro, after all, he had a long tiring day at school and since it was the end of the month, the food supplies at home were barely enough to feed all of them. So being the eldest brother, Taro skipped his breakfast and lunch so that his siblings could have more.
His stomach growled in protest once more, making Taro give himself a bitter smile. Work was tough, but for the sake of his family, Taro was willing work his ass off. Sometimes, he wished that his family wasn’t so poor. He wasn’t asking for them to the super rich kind of people who lived in huge fancy mansions, but at least rich enough for him to not take on three part-time jobs at once just to pay off their expenses.
The huge grandfather clock at the other end struck eleven at night, making Taro realized that it was pretty late. He had better hurry and finish cleaning so that he could go home and get some sleep. Speaking of sleep, when was the last time he had any decent rest? For the last few weeks, all he remembered was part-time, school, part-time. Now that he recalled that he had gone without properly sleep for weeks already, Taro was starting to feel rather tired.
Hands on the wall, Taro tried to stand up, but when he did, everything started spinning. He gripped his head, hoping to ease the tremendous pain. However, when his hands left the wall, his legs couldn’t find the strength to keep him standing. The next thing he knew, he was staring at the blinding while ceiling, though everything was still a blur. The blinding whiteness then slowly faded to grey as his eyes struggled to keep open, but failed miserably. From grey then finally to black.
“Taro!”
Taro though he heard something in his head.
“Taro!”
He struggled to open his lead heavy eyes.
“Taro!”
An image of his mother appeared, though rather foggy. Taro blinked once. Then twice. Finally, the fogginess cleared and Taro managed to regain control over himself. He sat up despite the lack of energy.
“What happened?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Taro, you know how worried I was?” asked his mother, hugging him tightly, “I was so scared when your boss carried you in saying you fainted!”
So he had fainted. That sounded pretty lame.
“Ah!” yelped Taro, suddenly remembering something, “if I didn’t finish cleaning, I’m not going to get paid,”
His mother smiled gently at him, “it’s okay, Taro, we’ll get by. Go get some rest, school’s starting in five hours,”
Taro gave his mother a wry smile as he nodded, though he seriously doubted the possibility of them surviving to the end of the month without that huge pay check he was supposed to get if he finished cleaning that office.
Nevertheless, he went off to bed. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. How could he anyway? His family was in a monetary crisis! How could he just fall asleep without thinking of a solution? Taro spent the next five hours lying on his futon, tossing and turning as he tried to come up with a brilliant solution for his problems. Sadly, the sun had risen but still no solution.
There was nothing he could do but get ready for school.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Taro let out a stifled yawn as he stretched. School was long and tiring. He didn’t want to faint again during his part time that evening, or else that would really be the end for him.
As he made his way home, Taro could not help but wonder why Mimura was giving him rather strange looks. For the past week, Mimura had been acting rather oddly towards him - he kept asking him about his early life, his family, if he wanted to live a well-off life etc. Apart from Mimura asking him all sorts of weird questions, there were many people in suits accompanying him to school everyday.
He let out another yawn. It was going to be a long night for him, and Taro was planning to at least take a short nap before heading out. But that plan of his had to be cancelled when he noticed a whole crowd of people gathered outside his house.
“Excuse me,” said Taro, squeezing himself through the sea of people, “this is my house,”
When he got to the front of the crowd, he noticed that there was a line of men in suits preventing anybody from getting through.
“This is my house,” he repeated to the closest man in a suit.
Surprisingly, he let him through without any protest. Taro sighed. He found himself standing at the small path which led from the main road to his little house. Despite it being the eighteenth year that he had lived there, Taro was starting to feel a little apprehensive about entering his house.
There was one unfamiliar pair of shoe outside, indicating that there was a guest. And judging by the looks of the classy looking shoes, it had to be someone important. In the blink of an eye, Taro rushed up to the main door and slid in open. If someone so important wanted something with his family, he had to be there to protect them.
Instead of seeing some mafia looking person in his house, all Taro saw was his six younger siblings eating what looked like very expensive looking cake.
“An-chan!” they cried in unison. All six of them skipped up to him and dragged him over to the small table they had in the middle of the house, “An-chan, you really got to try this, it’s super good!” cried Jiro, the second child of the family.
“Where did you get this?” asked Taro, extremely shocked that his siblings had their hands on such an expensive range of cakes.
“That would be my doing,” interrupted an unfamiliar voice.
Taro spun around, and saw another man in a suit sitting next to his mother who looked like she was about to burst into tears.
“Who are you?” snapped Taro, immediately grabbing whatever within reach, turned out to be a baseball bat, and used it to gain an upper hand over the man in the suit.
“Relax, young master. My name is Nishida, and I was hoping to speak to you,” replied the man rather calmly despite being threatened by Taro.
Taro took a good look at the man. He seemed rather harmless and looked quite safe. Deciding to trust his intuition, Taro dropped the baseball bat and followed the man outside, his mother behind him.
Once outside, the man wasted no time in telling what he was doing at their house.
“This may sound rather sudden,” Nishida began, “but you’re actually the long lost grandson of the Ninomiya family,”
Behind him, his mother had started weeping. Taro turned back at forth, not knowing what was going on. This man suddenly turned up and tells him he is some grandson of some Ninomiya person, was he supposed to believe such a far-fetched story?
“Very funny,” he said at last. He placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders, wanting to escort her inside, away from this mad man, but for some unknown reason, his mother refused to move.
“He…He’s actually telling the truth,” she choked out, “you’re not really my son,”
Taro’s grip around his mother’s shoulders tightened, “It’s okay, mom, you can stop acting now,” his voice was quivering so badly he might have given away the fake calm expression on his face.
“Taro, I’m not acting,” she wept, “eighteen years ago, your dad and I found you abandoned by the street outside this house. We were childless then, so we decided to take you in,”
Taro felt like the whole world had come crashing down on him. For eighteen years, he had being living with this lady he called his mother, and only to be told that she wasn’t his biological mother. For eighteen years, he had played with his siblings, only to be told that they weren’t his real siblings.
His arms slung down to his sides, as Taro could not find the strength to deny everything. Everything just happened so fast he had no idea what he was supposed to do!
“Young master,” said Nishida, “if you don’t mind, would you please go and pack your things? Lord Ninomiya had been waiting for you for eighteen years now, you won’t want to keep him waiting any longer, would you?”
Taro stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.
“Taro,” said his mother gently, “Go pack your things, it’s time you went home,”
“I refuse,” Taro blurted out, “I can’t go with him, what will happen to the rest of them if I left?”
“Taro, you must,” said his mother firmly, placing both hands on his shoulders, “We’ll manage. You’ve been away from your real home for too long already, your real family must miss you a lot,”
His mother, if you can still call her that, went back inside, presumably to pack his things for him. Taro stood outside in a daze. He still couldn’t accept what he had been told.
Taro stood outside in silence, staring at his house which he used to call home. It wouldn’t be his home for long. His mother appeared again, this time with a small bag filled with the little belongings he had. She handed the bag over to him with an encouraging smile, “You better go before the others notice. Good bye, Taro,”
Judging by how his siblings were still seated around the table enjoying their cakes, they probably haven’t been told what was going on. Taro look one last glance at the little house he had been living in for eighteen years. He knows that he really had no choice but to follow Nishida to his real family, and he better do it quick before his siblings realize what was going on and make a huge scene.
Turning around, Taro followed Nishida to a posh car. He tried not to turn back, knowing that he wouldn’t want to leave if he did.
“Young master, this way,” said Nishida, holding the door open for him.
Bit by bit, Taro turned around to have one final look at the small, dilapidated house which he had lived in ever since he could remember. Shifting his gaze back to the car, Taro got in. Nishida followed after him and the car soon drove off. Turning around again, Taro watched his house become smaller and smaller, and soon turned into a speck before disappearing.
Soon, he’ll find himself in a house which is completely unfamiliar to him, he’ll find himself surrounded by people whom he had never met before, he’ll find himself in a new environment. Just thinking about it makes Taro nervous to the bone.