Fate , Or Perhaps, Destiny /DISCONTINUED/

˜"*°•.˜"*°• 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟙𝟘 - 𝕸𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 •°*"˜.•°*"˜

You weren't going to hold back while playing volleyball ever again.

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You said your temporary goodbye to Satori and went inside your new home. You talked the plan over with your mom before taking a shower, changing and then starting to unpack your things, ready to go whenever your dad arrived and got himself ready.

You looked over your room before taking any of the things out of the boxes and bags, mentally planning everything out before you started to work. Otherwise you would've had to redo more than necessary and that wasn't the best way to do things, you had learned. It was one of the worst.

Humming to yourself, you opened your wardrobe and drawer, starting to unpack your clothes. You kind of went on autopilot so it was done sooner than you realized. Conveniently, that's when your dad arrived.

You decided you won't unpack anything else at the moment, because you didn't want to leave anything half-done before going to dinner, and exited the room.

It was a true wonder how fast your father managed to shower and change. In less than 15 minutes, you were out of the house and walking along the pavement to the one next to yours. The two houses were almost identical-looking, except for the color. A few more houses on the street were the same kind, too. You didn't think much of it, though.

Your father knocked on the door. Footsteps could be heard inside. Your uncle opened the door. The two brothers embraced before your uncle invited all of you in. He gave you and your mother a hug, too, when you passed.

You looked around the house. Not much had changed.

A picture caught your eye. It must've been taken years ago but hung up very recently since the frame didn't have half as much dust on it as any of the others. It was a picture of Satori, you and your brother. All of you were seemingly playing volleyball. Satori had received the ball and it was flying off of his hands, frozen in time. Your brother was in setter position, following the ball with his eyes and to the right of him stood you, also following the ball and readying yourself to jump.

You smiled fondly.

You remembered fragments of the day and playing volleyball was one of them. It was a family barbecue. You remembered the smell of meat and birds chirping, Satori's contagious laughter echoing over the fields. It was taken at your old home. The one you had just left behind.

"Y/n, are you coming?" your mom called.

"Uh, yeah, sure, of course," you stuttered, shaking your head to clear it from the fog. You really had to stop spacing out like that, no matter if it was memories or something else.

When you entered the kitchen, only your aunt was still standing as she was placing the last of the things on the table. You took a seat. The table was circular. To your right was Satori and to your left were your parents. Your father and your uncle sat beside one another, chatting away and talking about work and other stuff adults usually talk about. Your mother was listening to their conversation, adding in a few sentences of her own here and there.

"How did you like the practice?" Satori asked, striking up a conversation with you.

"You guys play well," you answered without a second thought. "But the drills were boring. It didn't look like you were challenging yourself at all."

"Hmmm," Satori hummed, leaning his elbows on the table and his face in his hands for the time being. "Maybe. Coach wasn't his usual grumpy self today either so I suppose we were slacking a bit because he wasn't yelling. I think he was talking about something with your father."

"Maybe," you shrugged. It wouldn't be too improbable if a new coach and an old coach talked with each other.

Your aunt through marriage sat down and then it was time for you all to eat. Your aunt worked as a cook so you weren't surprised when the tastes melted on your tongue. "This is very good," you complimented as soon as you swallowed the first mouthful of your food.

"Well, thank you," your aunt smiled. She had the same smile as Satori. Contagious. Hence you couldn't help but smile back at her before resuming to eat.

For a brief moment that was dinner, you felt as if you were whisked back in time. Everyone was smiling, laughing, talking, and you could almost hear your brother's snarky remarks and what he would add to the conversation with his cheery attitude. Those times seemed so impossibly far away now, so out of reach.

It was strange how, with time, childlike innocence and curiosity were stripped from one's soul bit by bit as they learned to accept everything they were told without questioning it. You wished you could have them back. Like, of course, ignorance was a bliss and it would be nice to unlearn some things. But more than that you wished you could be amazed by small things, surprised by things that now seemed so predictable, made happy by the smallest gestures. You wished you got curious more, wanted to learn more. You wished you were a child again.

As you realized what you were thinking, you mentally face palmed. What's up with you lately, Y/n? you inquired. You have so much, you shouldn't wish for so much more. It's greedy.

But a small part of your mind knew that it wasn't bad to wish for happiness, although, yes, you should be happy with what you had.

So you tried. After being silent for such a long while, you joined in the conversations and enjoyed yourself in general. It was a nice evening. A nice trip to the past. Even if it was only past feelings that returned and not the time.