It Will End In A Kiss

In The End

(ROBIN)

"So...that was my father." I took a deep shame filled breath while sitting beside Blu while gazing at my sleeping grandfather. Our chairs were side by side and Blu stayed with me in this room while my Uncle and Gilbert went out after I refused Uncle's order that I take myself home.

"He seemed...not himself." Blu said diplomatically. "He must feel devastated upon hearing about your grandfather's illness..."

"No," I shook my head. "Daimo is not like that. He doesn't feel devastated about other people. If he ever felt that, its because of himself. Daimo is all about himself. Selfish jerk. Coming here while drugged up and drunk. I am glad Ojiisan is full of morphine that makes him sleep and he missed that. Daimo is such a disgrace..."

"You are nothing like him," Blu said.

That made me look at him. He smiled at me. "You are more like your uncle. I guess the saying is true. Who raised you has an impact on who you'll become when you grow up."  Blu added.

I sighed as I stare at my grandfather again. "I sometimes don't know if I also want to be like my Uncle." I said.

"Then don't be," Blu said. "You don't have to be anyone else but yourself. You just have to be Robin and nobody else."

I thought about his words before I slowly took his hand in mine. Blu let me hold his hand. He also moved closer until our sides touch. We stayed in that companionable silence until the hospital door opened and another unexpected visitor came in.

A woman. In a pretty light blue dress with the hem touching her knees. She has light make up applied on her pretty face. The color of her eyes, same as mine. I stood up as Haruma Misaki stepped close to the hospital bed where my Ojiisan lie.

I want to ask why she is here but my pride prevented me from uttering the first word to this woman who I haven't seen in the last twelve years. The last time I saw her was when I was six, a year and half after she abandoned me to leave Daimo, and she tried to take me from Uncle Zane's custody who had to use blunt force to keep me with him.

Seeing Haruma Misaki always reminds me that Uncle Zane has been fighting to keep me with him since I was six. And that keeping me has always been like a battle for my Uncle.

"Keito," Misaki, beautiful and delicate looking, smiled when our eyes met. Looking at her, no on could guess that she already has a grown child. But then again, she had me when she was quite young herself.

Uncle used to tell me that I should not blame Misaki for abandoning me. She was just trying to survive herself. Surely, no one should blame any woman doing all she can to escape the hell that is Daimo Akage. But I told Uncle that abandoning me was not only the reason why I hate Haruma Misaki. I hate her also because she thought she could abandon me to die with Daimo and then try to take me from the only person who ever love me enough to fight anyone who tries to take me from him.

I didn't say word when she called my name she has bestowed on me. Misaki's smile melted at my continued silence. Her eyes wavered. Her confidence going down.

She turned her attention to my sleeping grandfather. "You are the one looking after him. Where are Jiro and Rumi?"

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked her that question.

"To see you," Misaki said.

"I am not the one who is sick." I feel disgusted at her. She came here to see me, not my grandfather whom she wanted to marry just weeks ago.

"I know," Misaki sighed. "I'm here to see Akihiko too. But it will be a lie if I won't admit that you are the bigger reason why I am here now. And I don't want to lie to you. I want to see you, Keito. My son..."