His Legacy (Blue Lock)

Burns in the Snow (SPECIAL)

I held my aunt's hand, covered in a thick coat, my small body still wrapped tightly with bandages under the covers of all my clothing. Tears tumbled down my aunt's face as we stand in front of two graves. I don't remember their names very well, but I do know that they were very important to my aunt.

Her tears freeze as they fall from her scrunched-up chin, hitting the snowy floor with an, almost, inaudible thump. My breath becomes a white mist as I breathe out, there are too many people around. Tall men, tall women, loud sobs, loud sniffles. My aunt takes my attention from those around me again, giving me two small bouquets.

Compared to her bouquets, mine were quite small. I followed her lead, kneeling in front of the graves and placing the bouquets of white flowers in front of the stone plates. We walk back as more people go up, placing letters, gifts, and more flowers on the floor. I don't speak as people then start leaving the site, giving my aunt hugs and saying words in a language I struggled to understand. I ignored their words and tolerated the hugs, which were borderline hurting me.

In the end, my aunt and I were the last ones left.

We moved from France to Japan after a few days, using those days to pack the stuff I had in my room. My aunt packed everything in a small suitcase as I sat on the couch, watching football on the TV. In the end, I fell asleep while watching.

Auntie woke me up early, telling me with a very thick accent that I had to get up and get ready. She helps me brush my teeth, bathe quickly, re-wrap my bandages, and put on warm clothes. We walk out of the soon-to-be-sold house hand in hand. In the back seat, I look out the window of the rented car, breathing and fogging up the cold glass.

I draw a frowning face with my stubby finger as we pass by the site that holds the bunch of flowers and gifts and letters of that day.

I woke up in a new land the next day. Laying comfortably on the floor, I hold onto my black owl plush tightly, trying to go back to sleep. I couldn't though, I could hear my aunt crying, and my uncle stomping towards their shared room. They seemed to have had another fight. They had one when I and my aunt came inside the small house, uncle drinking something from a glass and glaring at the door.

I didn't understand their words, but Auntie had placed herself in front of me as they argued. I would have to get used to this problem quickly.

CRASH

The loud sound took me off guard, shattered glass on the floor in front of Uncle. I covered my ears and clenched my eyes shut as he yelled. This argument kept going as Auntie fixed my bed and sent me to change into pajamas and wait for her to rebandage my wounds.

I was tired as I walked towards the school, my uniform looked as perfect as possible, cheeks flushed from the cold. I held onto my bag tightly, slightly nervous as the school day has yet to begin. I take off my outside shoes as I enter the large building.

My aunt had informed me of the necessities for school in Japan. She taught me the best she could, teaching me how to introduce myself, how to speak, how to write, and so on for two years before today. Auntie enrolled me quite late, the first semester was already done.

I entered school grounds and sighed.

I was eleven years old when my aunt had enough of my uncle's bullshit. I've become quite sensitive to sound because of him.

My body has healed, so no more bandages and more sleep. Auntie and I ran away and booked a hotel until she had enough to buy an apartment. Auntie had a bruise on her cheek because of him.

Auntie was gone that day. I took the hotel phone and put in a few numbers.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"Umm, I need to place someone in prison for abuse..."

We moved from the apartment to a small house of two rooms when I was thirteen. Auntie left early and I was enrolled into a new school. When I got home, Auntie still wasn't home.

Throughout this year, I took up the responsibility of taking care of the house. I cleaned, I cooked for myself and left left overs for Auntie, I started gardening. I learned to basically live on my own in a house for two.

For my fourteenth birthday, my Aunt came home earlier than expected with a bag behind her. I had just finished cleaning the kitchen after finishing cooking today's and tomorrow's meal.

She smiles at me, skin pale and begs prominent under her eyes. I dry my hands as she places the brown bag on the island and sits down.

"Happy birthday Mikey," she pushes the bag towards me "open it."

I smile at her as I look into the bag. A letter, a few boxes, and a lot of seed packets. I sperate the stuff in different sections before looking through it.

"How much did this all cost?" I open the smaller box, a large smile on my face. A phone, a laptop, headphones, and seeds.

"Mikey, that doesn't matter." I walk around and hug my Auntie.

"Thank you, for everything."

I was 15 and it was snowing again. I sat outside as the smell of cigarettes from our neighbor reeks through their backyard into ours. Their little girl kept throwing their extra cigarettes through the fence, hiding them through my bushes of flowers.

Curiosity got the best of me. I've heard bad things from people but I've also heard good things about it. I was worried for my Auntie today as there was a severe snowstorm on the way, I didn't want her to get hurt in anyway.

I opened the unopened box of cigarettes, hands shaking from the cold. I bit my lip and went inside the house with the box, grabbing a lighter and flicking it on. I went outside again, far away from the porch and the plants.

I place a stick on my lips, the same way my uncle did. I sighed, placing the box inside my pocket, covering the bottom of the stick with my hand and lighting it. I inhale, coughing slightly at the new feeling.

I relaxed, the voices in my head are gone for now. I exhale, the smoke leaving a bad taste on my tongue. I flick the dying ash on the snow, watching it melt and gray as it lands.

I look up at the sky as I take the stick away from my lips, letting it drop and crushing it under my foot. I pick it up and throw it away, deciding to go to my room and listen to some music.

I take off my thick jacket and place the box of cigarettes on a shoebox that has some of my treasures from when I was a kid. With it on there, it looked like my childhood got tainted with adultery.

I lay on my bed, getting on a music app that I have and putting on some sleep music. I place my phone on my bedside table and close my eyes, getting ready for tomorrow.

Last chapter was quite short so this special is extra long lol. This special is quite wonky since it has so many time skips but I hope you guys can understand it.

Though, I will inform you all, it's foreshadowing something ☺️.