Okaasan, Aishiteru
By: Riko Tenachi
Prologue
Everyone has a mother, living or dead, good or bad, loving or not. She is the person that every person can say that they were born from no matter what the circumstance.
One little girl had a mother that had died. This little girl didn't have a mother while she grew up, but she has always wished for one. Her father tried his best to care for her, but he can't fulfill two roles at once. When her destiny was recognized, people took her in, people who, in time, she would call her mamas and papa, even though they were all women. They really loved her and cherished her as if she was their own. They can give her genuine love, even maternal, but they are poor substitutes for the real thing. Only her real mother can give it to her.
She has led a life that many would never dream of. She has seen many things that little girls shouldn't see. She has grown to accept who she is and the responsibilities her position commands, which is sometimes much more than anyone else's. Perhaps she is mature enough to be a dependable warrior, but that does not change the fact that she is, but a little girl who is desperate for love from her own mother.
One young man has a mother who is among the living, but never had the chance to make and hold any memories of her. Being taken away while he was young, he was taught that women were the bane of men from a man that he calls, pops. Even as young as he was, he couldn't bring himself to believe his mother of this belief. A child's unwavering love for their mother can disregard all falsehoods of her. He grew up on the road, never knowing any love other than that of the Art. In time, the child's unwavering love tapered away on the days of torture, nights gone without eating, and times of beatings. But it was still there! Even as a tiny flickering light, it was still there. When he returned to his home, many things have changed, and many were new. Most of all, for the first time in a long while, he looked forward to seeing his mother.
What he saw was…disappointing. First of all, he cannot directly meet his mother, but only see her through another's eyes because of the threat of death. Mothers are supposed to support their children in their decisions, not force them to make new ones, especially those that the child does not want. The already dim light inside of him was snuffed out. If this woman was his only example of a mother, and his father the worst example of the sort, how would he know how to love his own children when the time comes?
Two people, one without a mother, and one who does, but yet she not being a mother to her own son. One who wonders what true, unconditional love could be like from her real mother, and one who wonders how he could ever love his own children.
Two people, one story that ends with….
"Okaasan, aishiteru."
Author's Notes:
Just a little idea I had, it is in no way perfect cuz some grammer and spelling may be off. Tell me what you think. If and only if I get enough reviews will I consider starting the actual fic itself. So review like crazy, aight?
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