The Rising Truth

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I have returned!! If this is uploaded on Monday 5/28/2017 in the morning,  it isn't my fault. My parents have been turning the wi-fi off in order to get me to sleep more. It's not working. I alsodidn't proofread because I have an event to go to. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Yuzuru pov

It was nice being back in Sendai. I am here for 2 weeks to do some promotion for gum and laundry detergent. It was so nice to sleep in my own bed and be back in my old room. I woke up at 10:00 and my only plan was to play video games, eat, and sleep. This was heaven.

Shoma pov.

The house was chaotic. That is the only word I could describe it. Hiroshi was called in the middle of breakfast because of a patient emergency and Marianne had to bring Itsuki to a photoshoot, a meeting in the afternoon, and the babysitter had just called in sick.

"Shoot! I still need to deliver a package." Marianne let out a string of english curse words that I could not understand. "Shoma, are you doing anything today?"

"Uh, no. I'm free. Do you need something?"

"You've taken the train by yourself, right?"

"Yes" every Japanese teen has taken the train by themselves at least once

"Good. I need you to go to Sendai and deliver a package to them." She hands me 60,000 yen, a taped cardboard box and an slip of paper. Quickly, she ushered Itsuki out the door with her handbag hanging on her left holding her son with her right.

I heard the door slam shut and the sound of a car starting. Setting the items down, I went and washed my plates and set them to dry. Returning, I picked up the slip of paper that had an address.

Oh Shit!!! I knew that address. That's the Hanyu household. Its not that I don't like seeing Yuzuru, its just that its painful whenever I do. Wait, Yuzuru's in Canada. If he was in Japan the media would be all over it and Shoma would probably get a test from him, but he didn't. Japan's media wasn't going crazy, his fans haven't done anything crazy, and I haven't gotten a text. It's going to be fine. I quickly change and place my wallet and phone in the pocket of my jacket as well as my 3ds in a backpack. It was the one that I had brought to Worlds that I have yet to clean out.  Package in hand, I made my way to the train station. The ride was four and a half hours long and I was already exhausted when I got there.

I flag down a taxi that drops me 10 minutes from the house. I wasn't about to start any rumor about me going to Yuzuru's house. I walk the rest of the way. I knew the way my heart. I remember walking down the road when Yuzuru finished school to go visit him. I smile. 

It was really nice back then. Me walking with hand-in-hand Hiroshi after begging him for hours to bring me to Yuzuru's house. I wasn't allowed to walk on my own since I was so easily distracted back then. I remember that he had to tackle me so I wouldn't get run over by a bike. I remember that Yuzuru looked like he was about to cry and Hiroshi yelled at me for not being careful and then I was crying. It ended with Hiroshi feeling bad and treating us to ice cream.

Before I know it, I'm at the house. It hasn't changed much, though the trees have grown taller and the flowers are more abundant, especially the lavenders. Ringing the doorbell, I was met with Saya. She was much taller now but she was still as cheerful and happy as always.

"Shoma! What are you doing here? Come on in."

Stepping in, I said "I'm delivering a package for Marianne." 

Picking up the box, she led me into the dining room and sat the box down. I sat down at the kitchen table. It felt so familiar. 7 year old me siting there, bent over drawing in crayon while waiting for Yuzuru to finish his homework so they can play.