Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Mother's Love is a Tight Bond ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

A Mother's Bond

This idea came into my head while writing my last story. I hope that everyone who reads this enjoys it!

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"Kaasan…I'm a demon."

I sit here thinking of everything he had said to me after that shocking phrase. His words echo in my brain- seeming to materialize and float around my body- and sting. Tears bite at the back of my eyes. I feel as though everything I have known- even my life- has been a lie.

It has been, right?

A sigh escapes my lips. How could this be? I now wish that he had never told me. I understand it would have been hard to explain, and that he thought he had kept his secret long enough- too long. It was time to let the truth out. But it was hard to believe, too hard maybe.

What can I believe now?

I get up and pour myself some tea. It always helps to calm my nerves- at least it used to. Now…I don't think anything short of total amnesia of the past few days could.

Will I ever forget this?

Speaking of memories, I remember that old proverb "forgive and forget." Bitterly, I think about just how hard that is to do. To ask for forgiveness seems so simple…and it is such a commonplace thing. "I'm sorry" is thrown about these days as much as "Hi, how are you?" But to forgive is a wholly different thing. It is hard, sometimes too hard. And I know that one never forgets something that needs to be forgiven.

Can I forgive him?

I do understand he never meant to hurt me. Well, maybe at first he did, but not after we had bonded- after he had become my whole reason for living. But when he told me, my heart shattered, and my pride was wounded. I have begun to pick up the pieces, but thousands still litter the hole that occupies the place my heart used to be. I feel an ache in my chest- an ache that only he can stop…

But do I want him to stop it?

As I sit down, I see a picture of us on the table. I pick it up and stare at it. We look so happy there- all smiles as we embrace for the camera. We were so happy then.

My mind says he could have been lying.

But my heart reminds me he said he truly cares.

Whose word can I trust- my heart or my head?

My love for him is still so very strong, even if he lied. He is my world. I touch his face in the picture. My fingers feel the cool glass instead of the warm flesh that they sought. The ache in my heart grows. I close my eyes. I know it has gone on enough- I must forgive him or…move on without him.

But could I live without him?

His sweet smile and soft laughter are what I look forward to at the end of the day.

But how can I be sure that he is not lying again?

I cannot, that I know. Trust has to be earned after it is broken.

As I finish my tea, I decide to give him a second chance. After all, I still love him.

Love conquers all right?

I hope that it can.

I phone his apartment. My fingers shake harder with each labored breath. It's ringing.

"Hello?" his voice sounds on the other end of the line. He doesn't sound like himself- his voice is tired…and so…sad. The ache in my heart deepens.

"Shuichi -err- Kurama, this is Shiori. I…umm… wanted to know if you wanted to come over tomorrow night for…dinner?" I ask a little breathlessly, apprehensive.

"I-I…I would love to…Shiori," he says so gentle and sweet. He sounded shocked at first, but so happy.

We talk for a few minutes, then say our goodbyes.

I've made my decision- I want my son back.

Tomorrow, I will tell him that he is still my son. I will tell him I love him; that we can fix our relationship.

After all, I am his mother.

And he is my son.