Pandemonium

Don't Go

Hello! Welcome to another chapter, just another idea struck me. So I'm going to write before I forget it. Hope you enjoy the future chapter ahead of you!

The world at war, those who are male, who's old and healthy enough are forced to fight, those who aren't must suffer the loss. A family a four stood smiling in a formal family picture in front of a house. 

The picture consisted of 2 boys standing in front of their father and mother.  One who had black hair matching his father and the other who held pink hair who matched his mother. The picture collapsed onto the dresser it was on as the man brushed by it knocking it down to the ground. The man then bent down and picked it up as he placed it back onto the wooden dresser. 

He walked to the door where his wife chased him. He grabbed onto the doorknob and turned it as he opened the door the truck honked loudly as the area around their house was empty. He looked back at the sakura tree in their backyard, the different colored leaves filled the yard in this cold and dry fall. He felt a clasp onto his shoulder, looking down at his wife's tear-stained face, her eyes were puffy from the tears.  

"Don't go," the mother begged tears falling to the ground as she collapsed to the ground, holding tightly on her husbands pants leg as. She stared at the wooden floor accompanied by his black boots. He stood at the open door frame where the sun was bright and the truck was waiting for him to get aboard. 

"Madam, he has to go no..." the man held up his black-gloved hands to halt him from saying anything further. 

He bent down and glanced at his wife's collapsed and pitiful form, "honey, we have to fight this war, we have to win this if we don't we all die, and our sons will have to fight," the man lifted her tear-stained face to look into his wife's beautiful black eyes, and brushed a tear off her pale cheek. 

He reached his arms around her in a secure hug, her body grasped onto him into a warm hug, clenching her hands around his back. They stayed like that until the man patted her husband on the back. He pushed her away gently as she cried into her red pale hands from gripping so tightly onto his uniform. 

The two boys stood outside as stood up and passed by them in the lush green of their front yard. The sun shined down as placed his cap on. He stopped in front of them and patted the older son on the head. "You're the man of the house Zeref for now, take care of your brother and mother," he smiled at him softly rubbing his son's black hair. 

Zeref felt the warmth of his fathers hand on his head through the gloves, his face was burning, as the tears were about to leave his eyes, he looked at his fathers face as the sun shined behind him blinding him from the structure. But still, clearly, he could see his father smiling at him.

'He's going to come back, he'll be safe, he's not like anybody else,' Zeref assured himself as his father's hand left his head, Zeref glanced at him one last time only to be blinded by the sun. 

The man stopped at his second son and smiled his 6-year-old form. "Your brother is going to take care of you and your mother, be a good boy for him and her, please."

The six-year-old smiled at him, as his father looked at him surprised. "Afraid I can't make any promises, but if you come back when we win, sure,"  the boy looked at him with a toughness in his onyx sharp eyes. As their father use to always say, but with a different ending.