Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Failed Confessions ❯ Failed Confessions ( Chapter 5 )

"Saboru-kun - "

 

"Please don't call me that."

 

"I'm sorry. Saboru-san. Do you remember when your parents died?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Have you talked to anyone about it?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Would you mind telling me about it?"

 

"..."

 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

 

"It's fine."

 

"Why don't you tell me about school, then?"

 

"Well, there's this girl..."

 

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"Oh, Jun-kun, you adorably are!"

 

"Gosh, mom, you speak really bad Japanese..."

 

The playful smile that crossed Abrigella Saboru's face could have lit up a room. Her lithe hands ruffled her little boy's hair, he beautiful blue eyes twinkling with the obvious laughter that was going to leak out. Looking into her face was something that made Jun immensely happy; she was probably the prettiest woman he'd seen. When he grew up, he wanted to know a girl like her. "Oh, I do?" she said laughingly with her English accent as she wiped away imaginary dust from her son's new uniform. In grammar school, he hadn't had to wear anything specific - but he was starting junior high school that day, and it was a private one for accelerated students such as the glasses-wearing boy Saboru Jun was, and Abrigella was relishing in this. It didn't matter that her twelve-year-old boy could speak better Japanese than she could; she was proud of him, he was everything to her. Yuukito grinned from behind Abrigella, waving a finger.

 

"Be nice to your mother, Jun. She might make you eat that spinach again." Jun made a face. Abrigella laughed, flicking her hands through his hair.

 

"To school, go now. Lunch is on table. Hurry and not be late!" Jun nodded eagerly, feet clanging against the newly cleaned kitchen floor as he nabbed a bento box from the kitchen table and hurried out of the apartment, calling a goodbye in his wake.

 

Coming home was like any other day.

 

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"What about this girl do you like, Saboru-san? You speak highly of her."

 

"I don't know. I used to not like people in general. She's just weird."

 

"Weird how? Does she act or dress unusual?"

 

"I'm not turned on by those sorts of things, Doctor."

 

"I didn't mean to say you were, I'm sorry."

 

"Well, anyways. She's not like that. She's kind of... happy, I guess."

 

"Are other people at school not happy?"

 

"I wouldn't know."

 

"Then why do you think she's any happier than the others?"

 

"Because she's nice to me? Uhm. I'm not sure."

 

"Are other people not nice to you?"

 

"It's not... She's a special kind of happy. She... reminds me of my mother, I guess."

 

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Dinner was the same, too. No spinach. Jun had been happy. He ate his things like a good boy, being his typical, jabber mouth self; talking about his classmates, commenting on his school, and making the traditional complaints about his teachers. A new topic was eventually brought up. "Okaasan, otousan~ Why do none of my classmates have blue eyes? They all looked at mine funny." While saying this, he touched the glass of his round spectacles, pouting. "Is it a bad thing to have blue eyes?"

 

"Of course not," Yuukito said almost immediately. "They look just like your mother's. And your mother is a very pretty woman, is she not?"

 

"Hai, but - "

 

"But what, Jun?"

 

"I don't like it when they look at me funny. No one in grammar school did."

 

"I would worry not about it," Abrigella said suddenly, holding her chopsticks at an awkward angle from across their low-rising table. Jun blinked at her as he set down his rice bowl, tilting his head to the side. "They make you very unique. I think they're just jealous of your blue eyes. They are very pretty and big. You should very be proud." Jun only grinned.

 

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"This group of kids that hang out with the girl you like. Do they not like you?"

 

"I don't like her that way, doctor."

 

"That's not what I meant."

 

"Oh. All right."

 

"So do these kids not like you?"

 

"Not really. Circumstances... sort of made it hard for us to get along."

 

Diiing.

 

"I'm afraid our time is up, Saboru-san. Would you like to come back sometime this week?"

 

"I'll talk to my grandfather about it."

 

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He was doing homework in his room. There was that scary movie on television. He kept trying to ignore it, but he kept getting distracted by the intriguing plot (well, he was twelve - there actually wasn't much to say about the plot, but it interesting to him nonetheless). He turned up the volume on the television as the sound suddenly dropped to a low tone of sorts, probably to portray whatever evil villain was bound to reveal itself in short time. He thought he heard a clatter from the kitchen, and guessed that the clumsy Yuukito must have dropped something. He heard his mother's voice slide out in slight irritation, and his suspicions were, at least, insofar confirmed. He pushed his worksheets to the side, dropping the pencil a he turned halfway in his desk.

 

The sound on the television suddenly exploded in his ears, masking over something he only barely heard from the living room but ignored. He had to hurry to lower the volume on the television to sustain his eardrums and avoid getting into trouble with his parents. When he tore his eyes away from the screen because he didn't like to see the bloody mass that had become of the young lady with the large breasts, he heard something frightful - yelling and screaming. But his parents weren't THAT kind of parents, they very much cared for each other, or at least that's what Jun had always guessed. They weren't the type to just spread apart; after all, Yuukito and Abrigella must have cared for each other for them to marry, despite Abrigella's American habits. A little concerned and wondering what was going on, he slid out of his seat and poked his head out of his bedroom door, blinking into the kitchen area.

 

Blue eyes widened.

 

"Please, we have a son! Take whatever you want, just please hurt not us!"

 

The room was a mess. Chairs were spilt over on their sides, and nothing was where they were supposed to be. A pair of men in black was trying to hurt his parents. He couldn't even scream. He didn't even have time to process what was going on until the blast of a gun that was much more disastrous than that television show slammed into his mother's and father's chests, and a grotesque red seeped into the kitchen floor.

 

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"Saboru-kun, what are you doing here? Don't you live in Tarumi-ku?"

 

"Huhn? Oh. I had a doctor's appointment."

 

"I see~ Well, seeing as you're done with that, would you like to go and see a movie? I have train passes to take a bullet to Nagasaki. We could go to the Anzu Plaza."

 

"Isn't that a little far? We wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

 

"We wouldn't?"

 

"No."

 

"Oh... I'm sorry."

 

"It's all right. It's not like you meant to, Iwamura-kun."

 

"Why won't you call me 'chan, Saboru?"

 

"Do you want me to?"

 

"All right, Aiko-chan."

 

"May I call you Jun-kun?"

 

"I guess so."

 

"Jun-kun, why are you looking at me that way?"

 

"You're not entirely Japanese, are you? Your blonde hair."

 

"No. Why?"

 

"Oh, nothing. You just remind me of someone I knew a long time ago."