The Ring Seeks Its True Love

Summary:

Wataru didn't know that his ring actually had its own pair. Indeed it's not the one Kazuki had copied.

Disclaimer : not mine. I only own the plot.

Chapter 1

Grandpa took out a ring from its velvet box. He gazed at the round object fondly before placing it in his grandson's open palm.

"Here is the ring I've mentioned, Masanobu."

A little boy of seven eyed the ring intensely. Curiously he observed the silver ring thoroughly. Once his curiosity was over, he looked up to grandpa. "The ring is very plain, Grandpa," he pouted a little. "There's nothing special about it."

Grandpa smiled widely. "Yes, Masanobu, it looks like a generic ring you can find every where. But that simple ring carries its own story."

"What kind of story, Grandpa?" the little boy asked.

"That ring has its pair.."

"Really?" Masanobu interrupted his grandfather's unfinished sentence. "Where is the other ring then?" he asked impatiently.

Grandpa chuckled. He ruffled Masanobu's hair till it became messy. "I don't know where it is." Amusedly he noticed his grandson opened his mouth, but closing it again.

Masanobu had huge curiosity over many things, just like any other kids did. He liked to ask everything that caught his attention. Apparently he strove to control his curiosity. Grandpa knew that he put great effort in it.

The boy was silent now but his eyes were intense, waiting for the explanation.

"The ring symbolized eternal love, Masa. That ring, the plain ring with golden band you're holding now, belonged to my father's acquaintance. He and his wife had a pair of silver rings. He said that he molded the rings once he had found his soul mate. They lived happily. Yet the couple were very kind, Masa," Granpa's smile widened noting that Masanobu paid the old man his whole attention.

"They decided to give the rings to others," Grandpa continued. "They wished that the people who got the rings would find their loves and be happy as well. Then the man gave one of the rings to my father."

"And who got the other?" Masanobu inquired. He leaned his small body closer.

"Nobody knows but the couple," Grandpa answered slowly. "But they already died. It remains mystery until now."

Masanobu contemplated deeply. "Grandpa," after a moment had passed, he ventured to ask. "What will happen when the other ring is found?"

Grandpa stared down at the little boy. "When they reunite, a true love is born."

xxx

A brunette boy was examining accessories on the displays before him. He didn't intentionally go shopping on them, but strangely, as he had been walking aimlessly around a line of stores, he had walked in an accessories store.

"Can I help you, Mister?" a young girl greeted him cheerfully. She looked much younger than the young customer.

"Erm," Wataru scanned the accessories in the showcase, not sure whether he would pick up any. Just when he was about to give up, his eyes fell on a lone ring right on the showcase's upper glass.

It looked like a generic ring, Wataru thought. Simply plain with only a thin golden line in the center. Less fashionable at all, but in a sudden Wataru felt the urge to own it.

The ring lied alone on the glass. Next to it was a special cloth to clean up jewelries. A square and small velvet box was open widely.

"I'll take that," finally he pointed the ring.

xxx

Yuichi stared hard at the ring on his right middle finger. It had the same design he had copied from the one he loved. A plain silver ring that at glance wouldn't attract people in general because of its simplicity. But to Yuichi, that ring was very dear. It was all that secretly linked him to the person who effortlessly stole his heart. Though that very person wouldn't know this, Yuichi miserably thought.

"I'd never get bored watching it," he spoke sadly to himself. He closed his eyes. In an instant an image of the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen emerged in his head.

Slowly he drew his fingers to his lips. The metal object felt oddly cold against them.

xxx

An old man came out from a metal working studio in the back. Once he stepped to the showroom, his eyes darted quickly on the showcase's glass. He was deeply surprised finding that the silver ring he had intended to clean was already disappeared.

"Sakura," he called out his daughter's name. Panic filled his voice. "Do you know a ring I just put on the glass a moment ago? I'm pretty sure I put it there. Where is it now? I couldn't be that senile."

Sakura contemplated a moment. Her eyebrows met in a frown. "Oh, a simple ring, is that?"

"Yes," the old man nodded vigorously. "That ring is."

"Somebody just bought it, Father."

The old man blinked in surprise. That ring wasn't supposed to be sold. He had just wanted to clean it up.

It was a special ring that was priceless. No ring could ever be in comparison to it.

"Why Father?" worried was evident in Sakura's voice. "Did that ring actually belong to our customer?"

The old man was completely shocked and panic at the same time. But then her daughter's timid state concerned him more. After a moment of contemplation, he drew a sincere smile, not wanting to cause ruckus for her.

"No, dear," he shook his head slowly. "It didn't belong to anyone but the one who bought it now."

Sakura let out a big sigh in relief.

Let the ring find its pair, the old man thought. Good luck to the owner now. He just hoped that the ring was in the right hand. Inwardly he made a wish. That whoever got that ring would soon find their true love.