The last thing Lucas was expecting to be greeted by was the anxious yelling of townsfolk and burnt down, collapsed trees; however, his astonishment was interrupted by worries for his mom. Was she okay? What happened to her?
The last thing he could remember seeing was a drago covered in hard, shiny material, before blasts in the sky distracted him and when he looked back to where his mother was, she was gone. His brother mentioned hearing a scream, but Lucas couldn't remember it. Everything was a blur: being taken by the hand and running through the destroyed forest he once called his second home, the weird new conglomerations of animals, the distraught look on his father's face... Maybe he was being stubborn and didn't want to remember, or it was all too traumatizing to remember clearly.
Rain had finally come, and the ashes on Lucas's face mixed with rain and dyed his skin black. Even after being sat by the fire to dry, sitting beside his brother with the villages eyes turned towards him, he didn't think it was real. It couldn't be. The only words he remembered from that day were the words delivered about his mother's death.
"Hinawa... She died."
Lucas could only watch on in horror as his father went on a violent rampage, understandably so. It was that day that Lucas began to learn everything in his life would end up turning awful, and that he quite possibly had the worst luck in the world.
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"Claus, please don't." Lucas begged, tears stinging his eyes and threatening to roll down his cheeks.
"I need to find out what happened to mom. Don't you want that?" Claus played Lucas's emotions like a fiddle to get what he wanted. He always could. He never tried to use it like this, though. Lucas didn't know how to feel.
"I don't want you to get hurt. Me and dad-- me and dad can't stand using you, too."
Claus's face turned frustrated, "Do you not care about mom? This is going to eat away at me forever, and eventually it'll eat at you, too. It's my fault she's gone, it's my fault that whatever happened, happened."
Lucas balled his fists up, voice going soft and raspy. "I don't care about her? I'm the one going to her grave every day with dad. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?" He paused, swallowing the ball welling up in his throat. "It's neither of our faults, and it's hard for me to understand that too. I feel like I could've done something but we couldn't have, Claus. Whatever happened was unpredictable."
Claus sighed and looked at the ground, obviously knowing he was wrong but stood by his decision. "One of us has to grow up one day. Don't tell anyone, alright?"
Lucas's stomach turned in knots. Claus's reply stabbed him with guilt, and he felt angry that he wouldn't even consider his begging words. He knew it was useless to keep trying to convince him. "F-Fine."
Claus smiled and hugged his brother. "Thanks, I'll be back soon, I promise! And I'll get back at whoever did this to mom." He started to walk off before turning back, "And by the way, what's with that sudden stutter you've got going on? When I come back you better be speaking with confidence!"
Lucas could only stand and watch as Claus walked up the familiar road to the town's square, and out of sight into the forest. It wouldn't be a bad time to visit his mom and ask for some reassurance, even if she wasn't physically there.
When the word got around that Claus was missing, the village didn't know what to do. It was like two heavy punches to the gut one after the other. They took the first get-better-quick remedy, something never seen before: "happy boxes". A man from another town had come and promised them happiness, joy, anything they'd ever want. Even introducing something new, "money". It turned the village toxic.
A desperate, grieving person would be idiotic to turn down such a helpful item though, right? So the town changed around them. His father, extremely stubborn and stoic, dealt with his grief in his own, carried out way. Every day for three years, he'd visit Hinawa and look for Claus. Lucas had stopped visiting every day two and a half years ago, and stopped believing Claus was alive only two months after he disappeared. He didn't know if he should care anymore. His family was the laughingstock of the town. His house had burned down, his mom had died and brother had gone missing, and he just couldn't feel anymore. He was exhausted from feeling. He couldn't care.
So when his father proposed they move somewhere far away he couldn't take the offer up quicker. He knew it was hard on his father. His mother's grave was in his town, his brother, if still alive, could be only a few miles out. So moving far away felt like abandoning the two, and Lucas felt a pang of guilt attack his stomach. But he just wanted to feel again, and so the two of them along with their dog, Boney, moved to a town called Onett. This is where his new life would begin. He hoped it would just bring something good and help him feel again.
This was the beginning of life in Onett.
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FanfictionAfter he and his father hope to start over in Onett, Lucas finds solidarity within an unlikely boy. He's popular, a baseball player, and everything he's not. -------------------------------- high school au // elements of mother's storyline will be c...