In the moon dust

Intro

NATSUKASHII 懐かしい
       1. Bringing happy memories of the past ;
           Nostalgic. Reminiscent of good
           memories, missed, longed for, yearned
           after. Dear, beloved, cherished, sweet.

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16 April, 1999 - 14 years ago.

"Naozumi, it's about to rain, sweetheart. Let's go inside for now." Naozumi peeks out of the bushes, dirt and mud covering his little figure. The little prince runs over to the raven haired hand-maiden, flashing a smile as he tugs at the hem of the hand-maiden's white and black attire. Typical colour for servant attires. "Can i have sticky toffee pudding for dessert?" The young heir asks, smiling cheekily in hopes of a positive answer. "Ofcourse you can, i'll tell Craweyl to make yours with extra chocolate, okay? Now let's get you cleaned up." The young whitette brightens up, nodding frantically, excited to taste his favourite dessert that he shares with his mother. Both sweeth tooths.

"Naozumi dear, don't eat so fast. You might choke." Naozumi slows down, taking in what his mother said. "It is no way for a prince to act. Remember what sebastian had taught you when you were 5? Table manners are a reflection of what kind of royal you are." Naozumi's lips curve downwards. His dad's voice had always been scary to him. His voice always made it seem as if he is angry, though he is not even in the slightest. "Now now, turn that frown upside down and finish your dinner quickly. Make sure to save room for you and your mom's favourite dessert." As if those words contained magic, little Naozumi instantly glowed as he finishes his lobster, eager for dessert.

The whitette hums in ecstasy as the chocolate melts into his mouth, making him sink in his chair. The queen let out a chuckle before eating another spoonful while the king just sighs and lets out a soft chuckle. Naozumi takes in the moment and slowly, his lips curved upwards. His father and his mother, both meaning the world to him He pushes all his responsibilities, duties and just forgets he is a heir of the throne and sinks into this memory. How perfect his life is right now. How he wishes this would never end. How he longs for this to always be his forever. How he longs to stay in this happy, without worries. But little did he know, what he thinks he owns forever will he soon lose grasp of their hand and that it would never be the same. Suddenly, a tear stained his cheek.

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Author's note.

If you're wondering why it's short, well it's just an intro. Future ones will be longer, promise. Sorry if this story contains bad grammar or is poorly written. English is neither my first or second language though i'm trying my best so please bare with me. Perhaps this will end in disappointment but i'm still going to continue the story because it's actually inspired by someone who means the world to me. See you in the next chapter.