Full moon: Rewrite
by Uenki

A/N: Full Moon and Full Moon: Father and Son have received tremendous responses. To repay the readers with gratitude, I hereby decided to write a rewrite, incorporated both story with more details and plot while taking in Hikaru's growth and Sai's character development. Though this story is based on fluff, it's actually quite serious. This rewrite was inspired by the song titled, "Almost here".

Prologue

Pain n.
An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of emotional disorder.

Her name is Mitsuko. She disappeared from my life two years ago. Yet still… I was expecting her to be back at my house, and welcoming me home with a smile on her lips. Was it even… possible, even when I firmly believed that she won't be back anymore?

The first person whom I loved with my whole being… The first person whom I ever cherished… The first person whom I ever cared about… was her.

At first look, his bedroom was bare, the walls were white-washed and a bell shaped lamp was hanging on the ceiling. A double sized bed by the wall that has white bed sheets were folded neatly with two bolsters was placed on top of two fluffy white pillows. The huge glass window beside the bed was covered with white velvet drapes. By the east, there was a built-in closet which was easily concealed with white sliding doors. A fixed back chair was pushed away to a corner of the room.

He just came out from the bath, with a towel draping on his lower waist area and another towel which he has twisted to keep his hair up on his head. He entered the room with soft cotton slippers and droplets of water kept dripping on the marble flooring.

He slid the sliding door open to reveal array of clothes ranging from winter overcoat to button down shirts. The shelf below contains tinted frameless sunglasses of different colors that screamed 'weird fashion sense'. He took out a white long sleeved button-down shirt by the hanger and a pair of black baggy jeans.

As he got dressed, he took the brush that was slotted into a bottle-shaped container together with other grooming items and placed it on a shelf. He unwrap the towel on his head and started to dry his hair. Then, he tossed the towel on the bed and pulled the fixed back chair near the closet. He sat down and began to dry his hair with the handheld hair dryer and the brush that he placed away several seconds ago.

A moment later, he started to braid up his hair and tied it up with a purple scrunchie. Giving a huff of satisfaction, he took the grey tinted sunglasses and made his way out of the bedroom and kicked his bedroom slippers away in the process.

Barefooted, he made his way to the kitchen and approached the sleek black coffee maker. He scooped a spoonful of coffee add water and left the machine to run. It was a daily routine. He put some white bread in the toaster and left it to grill afterwards, while waiting for the familiar 'ding' to ring.

Feeling bored, he went to his main door and opened it. He expected to see a stack of morning papers, however, on that particular morning, he saw something else. On top of the newspaper, he saw a white envelope addressed to him. Curiosity aroused, he took both the newspaper and the envelope from the floor mat and went into the house.

Settling on the dining table, he took off his sunglasses, placed them on the table, and began to open the envelope. He unfolded the slip of paper inside the envelope and started to skim through the letter. He paused, he knew the handwriting. The one who wrote the letter was his dearest.

Sai,

Do you still remember me? I stepped out of your life two years ago, and never wanted to return back to you ever again. My name is Mitsuko and I stole a piece of your heart away.

Are you still in pain? Is the pain as deep as what my little brother suffered?

He did not understand a single word that she was talking about. Yet he knew, deep down in his mind, he knew that she knew of every little thing he did in high school, even though he tried to hide it from her at that time.

Do you still remember of a youngster, whom you have called your brothers to gang up on? The youngster's life that you have destroyed?

His palms were perspiring. He remembered. He was a delinquent in his high school days, he did a lot of unnecessary things. He has an ideal at that time, and he did whatever means to attain that ideal, he destroyed the youngster's life.

That was my little brother.

I… wanted revenge. I wanted to forsake everything I have and have revenge on you. He was my dearest little brother, the closest one to me in my life.

That was why… I approached you. I wanted someone close to you to suffer. That's why… I borne you a baby, and I sent it to a household.

Maybe… the baby is undergoing something worse than you expect… Yet if you retrieve it, it'll only be a burden, will it not?

If you leave him there…he'll suffer because of an incompetent father.

Mitsuko

His mind stopped, his hands clutched the paper tightly. His arms trembled unconsciously as he tore the paper apart. A moment later, he took up a lighter and burned the paper, and tossed it into the ash tray. Paper become ashes, and eventually become dust.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He placed his cool palm on his warm forehead, calming himself down. He did not want the child to suffer, yet Mitsuko have not include any details on where to find the child. Sai took out a black cell phone from his pocket and began to dial some numbers.

The phone rang for a moment, before someone from the other link picked it up.

"Hello, this is Sai. I want you to search on a person called Shindou Mitsuko, twenty-two years old."

Prologue –End