Short Omake: How the wishing box came to be
Title: How the wishing box came to be (A secret to my grave universe)
Author: creamymint
Summary: Ritsuka and her brilliant mind
Word Count: 883
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Yamane Ayano.
Author’s Note: It has been ages since the last chapter, truly sorry for that since I’ve been stuck with a lot of assignments since it’s almost internship year for me. Then again, this is just a short omake (between chapter 6 & 7) , a glimpse to Akihito’s past. I’m a bit rusty since I haven’t wrote anything in a while, so beware! Enjoy
Short Omake: How the wishing box came to be
Thunder rumble though the grey skies as droplets of rain fall like teardrops hitting the small body that lay sprawled on the lawn. Though his clothes were beginning to dampen from the rain, the small boy didn’t seem to be bothered by it; instead he stretch out his arms to the sky as if trying to grasps the liquid with his tiny hands. He was enchanted by the works of nature around him. If only he could draw well enough to preserve the moment…
His musing was halted when a clear voice called out his name in exasperation. He looked up with sheepish smile when he saw who it was. He knew he was in trouble yet again.
“Akihito!” his grandmother shouted, displeased with his behavior. “Get out of the rain and come here this instant!” she demanded while pointing her finger at the spot right next to her at the porch.
Knowing too well how it was going to go if he refused, Akihito stood up without a second thought and grudgingly drag his feet towards her. He was immediately covered by a soft towel while his grandmother continues to dry his wet hair. Akihito stared mindlessly at the floor, finding interest in his shoe laces rather than his grandmother’s rambling when he was snapped out of his thought as her hand leads him onto a chair. She crouched in front of him, almost on the same eye level as he was. Eyes narrowing slightly, she tilted Akihito’s chin and look straight into those bright hazel eyes.
“What’s wrong, Akihito? You’ve been acting strange since you came back from school. Did something happen? Did you get in trouble with bullies again?” Ritsuka rapidly asked, getting more and more unsettled as her mind conjures up unlikely things. She was worried for her grandson; he’d almost give her a heart attack when the school called her almost a month ago. Her mind had thought the worst of the incident as she rushed to the school, thinking to come face to face with a boy beaten black and blue. She did meet with a beaten up boy that was sniffling almost comically beside the principle… but it was not her grandson.
From the looks of it, Ritsuka have to say it was pretty bad and she felt sorry for the beaten up boy. She was preparing to teach her grandson a lesson about kicking people’s butt as a big NO NO in their rule book, but she felt a slight relief when she knew the truth. As cliché as it may sound, turns out her grandson were a Good Samaritan after all for he’d saved an innocent child from getting bullied endlessly by the said boy in front of her that moment. As much as she was proud of her grandson for having such a good heart, she knew what future holds for his parents. Oh they sure will have their hands full when he hits the rebellious age!
Shoulders slumped, Akihito shrugs in reply. He didn’t want to confide in his grandmother since he knew how stupid it may sound to her. But still, it was bothering him. So much so that he was beginning to hate attending art classes. His eyes wonder towards his sketchbook that lay sprawled on the floor, feeling bitter at the sight of it.
“It’s just that…” he begins, unsure how to say it in words. “My drawings look stupid and I can’t get anything right!” he ended in one breath.
Getting caught off guard with the topic, Ritsuka could only blink at that. So it wasn’t as dire of a problem as she thought it would be. Picking up the sketchbook, she flipped through the pages thinking to herself that the drawings are not that bad, considering Akihito’s age. Especially the drawing of a dog in front of a big mansion. She was about to praise Akihito with that drawing when he interrupted her.
“Takato said that it looks like a dog in front of a house… but it’s a horse in front of the stable!” Akihito added, almost whining in return.
Thankfully, Ritsuka managed to catch her tongue before the words slipped out of her mouth. Akihito would be truly depressed if he knows that she had agreed with Takato, but she couldn’t help herself as a smile crept up her lips and she laughs openly.
“Oh Aki, it’s truly not your fault. It’s in the blood!” she said with a twinkle in her eyes, a plan forming in her mind. Akihito was puzzled; he couldn’t understand what his grandmother had meant by that. Instructing Akihito to stay put, Ritsuka climb the stairs to fetch the said object that would lift up her grandson’s spirit. The problem now lies on whether Akihito would believe her. She could only hope that her boy still held some of the innocent faith for words like… magic?
Well she wouldn’t know unless she tried. If it works, it would save her a lot of trouble. If it doesn’t well… there are some of her drawings back in the days stashed in the back of her wardrobe somewhere