When It's All Over KNY oc x Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru

Where It All Started

My life was never meant to be an easy one. Being born as a bastard child and paralyzed from the waist down due to difficulty during my mother's labor was sure a good way to start out. Being raised in a run down brothel in the slums was the next card I was drawn in life. 

I was hidden away in life, not only for being looked down on due to my problem, but mother said she couldn't bring in money if men knew she had a child. So I laid on my makeshift bed on the floor, all day, every day, for all the years of my life. The best part of my days were when mother would come by to bring me my dinner, or sometimes she would come brush my hair and braid it for me.

"My oh my, your hair is getting so long Anzai." My mother gently combed her fingers through my hair as I basked into her warmth. Today was one of the days where she would come by and stay the whole night to make up for the days she has missed due to work. I never resented her, it was my fault for being born, and it was my fault for not being the healthy boy she wanted.

She began to softly braid my hair like she has done since my hair was long enough to braid, "Your birthday is tomorrow Anzai, what would you like?"

I stared at the cracks in the wood in front of me, the same cracks that have been there since mother and I moved in.

"I want to go outside mother." I glanced my pale, blue eyes up at her with a hopeful gleam. Never in my 17, soon to be 18 years of life has my mother let me go outside to be around the other kids because in her words "they wouldn't understand you".

In other words, I know she didn't want to be known for having the disabled son.

My mother looked at my eyes worryingly, "Anzai, kids are not nice." Her warms hands encircled my own as she glanced out the single, small window in my room.

I leaned forward and squeezed my mothers hands, "Please mother! I have never wanted anything more! I want to smell the cherry blossoms, hear the merchants, see the sky! I made a makeshift wheelchair with the supplies you brought, I promise it not be a burden!"

I could see the worry in her eyes as she searched my face. Her eyes gently lifted as she gave me a soft smile, "Okay Anzai, tomorrow we can go outside."

To say I was excited was an understatement, I barely slept the whole night as I waited for the sun to rise.

I guided my legs out of bed as soon as the sun was up and began to pull myself  into the make shift chair. It creaked slightly under my weight, but soon enough I was pushing the wheels through my sliding door to wait for my mother. 

She eventually rounded the corner, obviously surprised to see my up so early.

"Ready mom!" I slid my journal under my thigh to keep it secure as she gave me a soft smile.

She wheeled me through the front doors of the brothel and I was immediately hit with warmth. Not the same warmth as when mother rubs my cheek, or does my hair; but a warmth that you can feel from the inside out. I took a deep breath and could immediately smell the freshly bloomed cherry blossoms.

She slowly wheeled me through town as I took in all the sights around me with the biggest grin on my face. The sun was bright and hot, and was beginning to pinken my very pale skin, but I didn't care. This was the best birthday ever.

I could hear a faint chiming sound, soon to be followed with  a stampede of kids who seemed to be around my age leaving a larger building. I watched intently as they all socialized, laughed, and joked around easily with each other.

My mother bent down to my eyes level, "I'm going to walk to the market across the street so I can get vegetables for tonight's dinner, will you be okay here?"