Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth ❯ Chapter 4
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lina Inverse 
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 925 | Visits: 228 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 925 | Visits: 228 | Status: Completed
A/N: I know, I know. It's been a LONG time. I just haven't been writing that much lately, but trust me, I'm not abandoning this story (unlike a certain other one... coughForevercough) Anyway, thanks for the support ^_^
I am surprised at how much I can remember.
* * * * *
It was just another day of Miss Shuro's third grade class. As usual, I sat near the front of the class, next to my best friend Alec.
* * * * *
So me and Alec go way back, huh? Here I was, assuming we'd met in college. I laugh. I should have known, considering how much Alec knows of me.
* * * * *
An unfamiliar woman stood at the front of the classroom with our teacher. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Tooya?" Miss Shuro asked sweetly.
"Who's she?"
Miss Shuro cleared her throat. "This is a special guest here to talk about her career as an artist. Everybody, let's say good morning to Yuuki's mom, Mrs. Urakawa!"
"Good morning," we all chimed.
"Hello," said Mrs. Urakawa. "You've probably all been asked what you want to do when you grew up. What are some of the things you want to do?"
Various students shouted out answers, including a "scientist" from Alec.
"Most of you will change your mind about what you want to do, but some of you will end up doing exactly what you said just now. When I was your age, I loved to draw and wanted to be an artist, and here I am as an artist.
"There are a lot of different kinds of artists: drawers, sculptors, animators, and of course, painters like me. And there are also a lot of different things you can do with your art. You can teach, you can make movies and posters, you can make art to sell. I sell my art."
Promptly, a tacky poster saying "A little attitude makes a big difference" fell from the brick wall, revealing a hole. Plaster and rusty pipes filled the space. As if on cue, every student turned to look at it and burst out laughing. Don't get me wrong-- we weren't laughing about the hole in the wall, because there were several around the school building-- we were simply laughing because a poster had suddenly fallen. Miss Shuro silently prompted Mrs. Urakawa to continue speaking as she put the poster back up.
Mrs. Urukawa continued as if nothing had happened, "On a typical day, after I take Yuuki to school, I sell my art to a variety of small businesses around town, then paint for several hours. I love painting, so I enjoy it very much even though I paint every day.
"But to get to this point, I had to do a lot of work. In school, after I discovered my passion for art, I took as many art classes as I could. I also saved up money to buy pencils and a sketchpad, and I liked to go to the park and draw whatever I saw. So you all should do whatever you can today to prepare for your future job."
Mrs. Urakawa left the room in silence for a few moments, then opened the class to questions.
* * * * *
I ran home immediately after the school bell rang, as usual. My mother greeted me without a smile as she opened the door and served me a snack of celery sticks and peanut butter.
"How was school today?" she asked, sitting across from me at our simple kitchen table.
"Good. We had a visitor today," I said, grabbing for a celery stick and stuffing it in my mouth.
"Really? What did the visitor talk about?"
"She's an artist."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Tooya."
"Sorry," I muttered, finishing my bite. "She talked about what she does and how we should plan for when we're adults." Smiling, I asked, "What do you do for a job?"
Then it came. That moment I can't get out of my head.
My mom's bad mood instantly turned worse. "I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night." And she slapped me.
My body went limp in the chair. "Mom..." I mouth, inaudibly.
She starts crying, the tears making her makeup run. "I'm sorry, honey. Mommy... Mommy's just been having a bad day."
"Mommy?" I asked quietly, looking up at her.
"Yes?"
I remained silent as I spread peanut butter heavily onto a celery stick. "Do you want one? I put on a lotta peanut butter."
"Thanks." My mother took the celery stick and slowly ate it. "Don't bring up my job anymore, okay? Daddy's just been giving me a hard time about it, and I don't want to think about it anymore."
"All right."
I am surprised at how much I can remember.
* * * * *
It was just another day of Miss Shuro's third grade class. As usual, I sat near the front of the class, next to my best friend Alec.
* * * * *
So me and Alec go way back, huh? Here I was, assuming we'd met in college. I laugh. I should have known, considering how much Alec knows of me.
* * * * *
An unfamiliar woman stood at the front of the classroom with our teacher. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Tooya?" Miss Shuro asked sweetly.
"Who's she?"
Miss Shuro cleared her throat. "This is a special guest here to talk about her career as an artist. Everybody, let's say good morning to Yuuki's mom, Mrs. Urakawa!"
"Good morning," we all chimed.
"Hello," said Mrs. Urakawa. "You've probably all been asked what you want to do when you grew up. What are some of the things you want to do?"
Various students shouted out answers, including a "scientist" from Alec.
"Most of you will change your mind about what you want to do, but some of you will end up doing exactly what you said just now. When I was your age, I loved to draw and wanted to be an artist, and here I am as an artist.
"There are a lot of different kinds of artists: drawers, sculptors, animators, and of course, painters like me. And there are also a lot of different things you can do with your art. You can teach, you can make movies and posters, you can make art to sell. I sell my art."
Promptly, a tacky poster saying "A little attitude makes a big difference" fell from the brick wall, revealing a hole. Plaster and rusty pipes filled the space. As if on cue, every student turned to look at it and burst out laughing. Don't get me wrong-- we weren't laughing about the hole in the wall, because there were several around the school building-- we were simply laughing because a poster had suddenly fallen. Miss Shuro silently prompted Mrs. Urakawa to continue speaking as she put the poster back up.
Mrs. Urukawa continued as if nothing had happened, "On a typical day, after I take Yuuki to school, I sell my art to a variety of small businesses around town, then paint for several hours. I love painting, so I enjoy it very much even though I paint every day.
"But to get to this point, I had to do a lot of work. In school, after I discovered my passion for art, I took as many art classes as I could. I also saved up money to buy pencils and a sketchpad, and I liked to go to the park and draw whatever I saw. So you all should do whatever you can today to prepare for your future job."
Mrs. Urakawa left the room in silence for a few moments, then opened the class to questions.
* * * * *
I ran home immediately after the school bell rang, as usual. My mother greeted me without a smile as she opened the door and served me a snack of celery sticks and peanut butter.
"How was school today?" she asked, sitting across from me at our simple kitchen table.
"Good. We had a visitor today," I said, grabbing for a celery stick and stuffing it in my mouth.
"Really? What did the visitor talk about?"
"She's an artist."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Tooya."
"Sorry," I muttered, finishing my bite. "She talked about what she does and how we should plan for when we're adults." Smiling, I asked, "What do you do for a job?"
Then it came. That moment I can't get out of my head.
My mom's bad mood instantly turned worse. "I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night." And she slapped me.
My body went limp in the chair. "Mom..." I mouth, inaudibly.
She starts crying, the tears making her makeup run. "I'm sorry, honey. Mommy... Mommy's just been having a bad day."
"Mommy?" I asked quietly, looking up at her.
"Yes?"
I remained silent as I spread peanut butter heavily onto a celery stick. "Do you want one? I put on a lotta peanut butter."
"Thanks." My mother took the celery stick and slowly ate it. "Don't bring up my job anymore, okay? Daddy's just been giving me a hard time about it, and I don't want to think about it anymore."
"All right."