Post by Hayato Yasuda on Aug 26, 2024 8:40:01 GMT -7
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"Darling, we're going to be late." the woman's voice reverberated throughout the corridor of their luxurious apartment home. Waxed tiled floors, mahogany walls, the whole nine yards as far as the eye could see. Well, within the confines of a fairly spacious living room, that is. The fake fireplace crackled as a yellow and orange glow illuminated the individual of which the woman had been calling out to. [break][break]
He wore a black colored tux, gold cuffs which he diligently adjusted around his wrist. The sound his shoes made filled the room with his presence as he joined his wife who donned a fairly luscious red and white dress which one could easily say cost a fortune. Soft to the touch, brimming with white fur edges that draped all the way down the length of her arms. [break][break]
The skirt had a similar design, covering her white stiletto heels. They'd always been this way. The couple met, fell in love, and became a successfully rich family. Well, almost. Beside them resided two of their little star children. The middle child, showing off her curled locks tied in a large bow in the similar shade of red as her mother's dress. [break][break]
The outfit she wore also had been custom made to match that of her mother, and the same could be said of the eldest child with the father. He stood with a stern, almost expressionless composure, the same way he'd always done. The mother, upon being joined by the rest of her family, cheerfully peered past the trio and off towards the direction in which two others resided. [break][break]
"Hayato, darling. Are you sure you want to stay? I'm sure there will be other kids your age you can interact with." her voice sounded like a melodic tune throughout the corridor, only to be matched by the gruff sound of her husband's, "Let him be. You know how he is." This alone earned a frown from the woman, clearly displeased with the reply she earned from the person she didn't expect a response from. [break][break]
"But-" he interjected before she even uttered another word, "We'll be late. Come." and with that, they proceeded to exit the building only leaving a soft click behind them of the door once it settled into a close. The person that remained hopped off from where he'd been seated and made his way towards the kitchen. Quietly, without any sound being made thanks to the lack of shoes and socks, Hayato's eyes fixed themselves on the humming woman stationed right in front of the sink as she hummed happily along to a tune she seemed to have in her head. [break][break]
Upon turning, however, the brunette jumped at the abrupt sight of the child not too far from where she stood, "Oh! Hayato.. what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?" she spoke softly as she brought a hand to her chest, trying to ease her pattering heart against her light blue colored dress shirt. "Sorry.." came a soft response as head dipped down, concealing part of his chubby features beneath charcoal colored bangs. [break][break]
Soon after, however, the nanny chimed in with a suggestion, "Would you like some cookies? I baked them earlier." This gained Hayato's attention who, subconsciously, had clutched onto the edge of his pajama shirt before he slowly looked up towards her. "What.. kind of cookies?" his voice remained in a mumbled and soft tone, but knew full well that his guardian could easily pick up on his sentences due to the lack of background noise present. [break][break]
"Sugar cookies with multi colored sprinkles, just how you like them." the woman slowly made her way over towards the gray colored countertop, fetching the plastic plate she had brought along with her and previously set it out to cool. She did wrap it up in aluminum foil, of course, which helped maintain the treats fresh throughout the period of time they remained outside of the oven. [break][break]
Upon gaining the response of his query, Hayato nodded and merely added his other hand to clutch onto the opposite side of his shirt before looking down to the tiled floor beneath him. In doing so, he watched as he curled his toes sheepishly, "Can.. I have milk too?" the seven year old tacked his question onto the first bit of his statement, earning himself a kind smile from the nanny.[break][break]
"Of course." she replied as she proceeded to fetch a cup to pour the drink into, "Wait for me at the dinner table. I'll bring it to you." she instructed the boy, sifting through the cupboards to fetch his favorite blue one. Slowly, Hayato made his way towards the destination which he'd been instructed to reach and carefully tugged the oak wood chair away from the glass edge of the dinner table. [break][break]
Planting his hands on the arms of the seat, he brought his knee to the edge of the cushion and propped himself to a settle down onto his seat. Turning to face the table, he set his arms across the edge and soon got joined by his caretaker who brought the items he'd requested. She smiled happily at him as she carefully placed both the plate and the blue colored glass next to it. "Here you are. Now, I'll be in the kitchen fixing up dinner for us. Call me if you need me." as she slowly turned only to have her steps halted by a - [break][break]
"Do they hate me?"[break][break]
The boy's voice made her heart sink. While she knew, and could easily tell the rift that resided between the two, she didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. So instead, she opted to turn around with a genuinely concerned expression despite knowing otherwise, "Of course not. What makes you say that, Hayato?" she gradually made her way back to him, setting her hand on the top edge of the backrest, peering down at the seven year old. A pause. A fiddle of fingers around the edge of the cookie, then finally he spoke up.[break][break]
"They just.. leave me behind all the time. They.. must hate me, right?" slowly, he raised his gaze up towards her, displaying genuine, unblemished, and purely innocent curiosity. She knew that he could tell how her family members felt towards him, and she knew that this wasn't something a seven year old should even be questioning at this point of his life.[break][break]
While all of this may be true, they still offered good money. So she grinned and tipped her head, brushing Hayato's tresses away from his features, "Now who could possibly hate someone as sweet as you, hm?" she did her utmost best to reassure those valid worries that nestled within that small chest as she watched him slowly curl back into himself with the cookie still between his fingertips, "I guess so.." [break][break]
Questioning the adults is something his parents engraved in his mind to never do, thus, he swallowed his frets and concerns and merely ate the sweet treat. Satisfied, the nanny then returned to the aforementioned task she needed to take care of, leaving the boy by himself in the empty dining room. Eyes then flickered towards the large window pane not too far from him, displaying the various buildings in the distance, shrouded in darkness. However, the lights remained ever so bright despite this which slowly earned his interest. [break][break]
Abandoning his favorite sweet, Hayato eased off his seat for the sake of seating himself right in front of the said window after plucking a chubby, orange and white cat plush from the couch as well as his favorite red colored blanket. Using it as a hood, he then peered down to his friend and tipped his head, "What do you think?" he inquired, bringing the toy to his ear as if it could whisper something to him. [break][break]
A nod followed, then another only to bring his companion back into view. "Yeah, I think she's lying, too." afterwards, Hayato directed his focus back towards the lights belonging to the buildings in the distance. "I wonder how many kids out there .. are by themselves, too." the boy mused quietly before bringing his attention back down to his beady eyed friend with a frown. [break][break]
".. do you hate me?" He sat in silence for a few moments only to gradually bring his knees closer to his chest, encasing the toy in between. A soft whimper soon followed in his obvious despair. Maybe he'd never really find the answer he sought, but for now he simply settled on a simple question: [break][break]
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"Darling, we're going to be late." the woman's voice reverberated throughout the corridor of their luxurious apartment home. Waxed tiled floors, mahogany walls, the whole nine yards as far as the eye could see. Well, within the confines of a fairly spacious living room, that is. The fake fireplace crackled as a yellow and orange glow illuminated the individual of which the woman had been calling out to. [break][break]
He wore a black colored tux, gold cuffs which he diligently adjusted around his wrist. The sound his shoes made filled the room with his presence as he joined his wife who donned a fairly luscious red and white dress which one could easily say cost a fortune. Soft to the touch, brimming with white fur edges that draped all the way down the length of her arms. [break][break]
The skirt had a similar design, covering her white stiletto heels. They'd always been this way. The couple met, fell in love, and became a successfully rich family. Well, almost. Beside them resided two of their little star children. The middle child, showing off her curled locks tied in a large bow in the similar shade of red as her mother's dress. [break][break]
The outfit she wore also had been custom made to match that of her mother, and the same could be said of the eldest child with the father. He stood with a stern, almost expressionless composure, the same way he'd always done. The mother, upon being joined by the rest of her family, cheerfully peered past the trio and off towards the direction in which two others resided. [break][break]
"Hayato, darling. Are you sure you want to stay? I'm sure there will be other kids your age you can interact with." her voice sounded like a melodic tune throughout the corridor, only to be matched by the gruff sound of her husband's, "Let him be. You know how he is." This alone earned a frown from the woman, clearly displeased with the reply she earned from the person she didn't expect a response from. [break][break]
"But-" he interjected before she even uttered another word, "We'll be late. Come." and with that, they proceeded to exit the building only leaving a soft click behind them of the door once it settled into a close. The person that remained hopped off from where he'd been seated and made his way towards the kitchen. Quietly, without any sound being made thanks to the lack of shoes and socks, Hayato's eyes fixed themselves on the humming woman stationed right in front of the sink as she hummed happily along to a tune she seemed to have in her head. [break][break]
Upon turning, however, the brunette jumped at the abrupt sight of the child not too far from where she stood, "Oh! Hayato.. what did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?" she spoke softly as she brought a hand to her chest, trying to ease her pattering heart against her light blue colored dress shirt. "Sorry.." came a soft response as head dipped down, concealing part of his chubby features beneath charcoal colored bangs. [break][break]
Soon after, however, the nanny chimed in with a suggestion, "Would you like some cookies? I baked them earlier." This gained Hayato's attention who, subconsciously, had clutched onto the edge of his pajama shirt before he slowly looked up towards her. "What.. kind of cookies?" his voice remained in a mumbled and soft tone, but knew full well that his guardian could easily pick up on his sentences due to the lack of background noise present. [break][break]
"Sugar cookies with multi colored sprinkles, just how you like them." the woman slowly made her way over towards the gray colored countertop, fetching the plastic plate she had brought along with her and previously set it out to cool. She did wrap it up in aluminum foil, of course, which helped maintain the treats fresh throughout the period of time they remained outside of the oven. [break][break]
Upon gaining the response of his query, Hayato nodded and merely added his other hand to clutch onto the opposite side of his shirt before looking down to the tiled floor beneath him. In doing so, he watched as he curled his toes sheepishly, "Can.. I have milk too?" the seven year old tacked his question onto the first bit of his statement, earning himself a kind smile from the nanny.[break][break]
"Of course." she replied as she proceeded to fetch a cup to pour the drink into, "Wait for me at the dinner table. I'll bring it to you." she instructed the boy, sifting through the cupboards to fetch his favorite blue one. Slowly, Hayato made his way towards the destination which he'd been instructed to reach and carefully tugged the oak wood chair away from the glass edge of the dinner table. [break][break]
Planting his hands on the arms of the seat, he brought his knee to the edge of the cushion and propped himself to a settle down onto his seat. Turning to face the table, he set his arms across the edge and soon got joined by his caretaker who brought the items he'd requested. She smiled happily at him as she carefully placed both the plate and the blue colored glass next to it. "Here you are. Now, I'll be in the kitchen fixing up dinner for us. Call me if you need me." as she slowly turned only to have her steps halted by a - [break][break]
"Do they hate me?"[break][break]
The boy's voice made her heart sink. While she knew, and could easily tell the rift that resided between the two, she didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. So instead, she opted to turn around with a genuinely concerned expression despite knowing otherwise, "Of course not. What makes you say that, Hayato?" she gradually made her way back to him, setting her hand on the top edge of the backrest, peering down at the seven year old. A pause. A fiddle of fingers around the edge of the cookie, then finally he spoke up.[break][break]
"They just.. leave me behind all the time. They.. must hate me, right?" slowly, he raised his gaze up towards her, displaying genuine, unblemished, and purely innocent curiosity. She knew that he could tell how her family members felt towards him, and she knew that this wasn't something a seven year old should even be questioning at this point of his life.[break][break]
While all of this may be true, they still offered good money. So she grinned and tipped her head, brushing Hayato's tresses away from his features, "Now who could possibly hate someone as sweet as you, hm?" she did her utmost best to reassure those valid worries that nestled within that small chest as she watched him slowly curl back into himself with the cookie still between his fingertips, "I guess so.." [break][break]
Questioning the adults is something his parents engraved in his mind to never do, thus, he swallowed his frets and concerns and merely ate the sweet treat. Satisfied, the nanny then returned to the aforementioned task she needed to take care of, leaving the boy by himself in the empty dining room. Eyes then flickered towards the large window pane not too far from him, displaying the various buildings in the distance, shrouded in darkness. However, the lights remained ever so bright despite this which slowly earned his interest. [break][break]
Abandoning his favorite sweet, Hayato eased off his seat for the sake of seating himself right in front of the said window after plucking a chubby, orange and white cat plush from the couch as well as his favorite red colored blanket. Using it as a hood, he then peered down to his friend and tipped his head, "What do you think?" he inquired, bringing the toy to his ear as if it could whisper something to him. [break][break]
A nod followed, then another only to bring his companion back into view. "Yeah, I think she's lying, too." afterwards, Hayato directed his focus back towards the lights belonging to the buildings in the distance. "I wonder how many kids out there .. are by themselves, too." the boy mused quietly before bringing his attention back down to his beady eyed friend with a frown. [break][break]
".. do you hate me?" He sat in silence for a few moments only to gradually bring his knees closer to his chest, encasing the toy in between. A soft whimper soon followed in his obvious despair. Maybe he'd never really find the answer he sought, but for now he simply settled on a simple question: [break][break]
"Should I hate myself, too?"
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