My Story…Andy Won
Author: Hfan
Notes: A small sequel of
“Hotohori: His past, present and future”. It’s all about how did our hot idol
singer Andy Won managed to get into the real world of Miaka. Who IS His family
now? Also, I can’t say that this would be a long story, as I already wrote in
“Hotohori: His past, present and future” about how he found out that he’s a
Suzaku Shichi Seishi Hotohori. Have a great time reading this little story! ^^
Disclaimer: FY doesn’t belong
to me, neither is Hotohori-sama * cries *
“Honey, come here and take a picture with your
Mother!”
I stumbled as I ran towards a beautiful, slim,
long-hair lady, her arms out-stretched as she caught me with ease. I smell the
lovely perfume which she always wore whenever she goes out. It gave me a
feeling that I’m protected, a rather warm feeling.
“Andy…my beautiful son…” She whispered to me
“Okay now! Now, just stand over there…yeah…give a big
smile now!” a tall, brown-hair man gave a warm smile as he look through the
camera and took a picture…
“Our son looks so beautiful, anyone might mistake him
for a girl!” the man laughed…
“He might just become a famous person someday!” The
lady added
“Mother! Father! Hurry up; I want to go to the
playground!” I cried out…
“…” I leaned back on the
soft, velvet couch, trying to remember as much as possible of my childhood
memories. But that was all I could remember…other than…That memory…the only one
which stayed in my mind ever since I woke up…
“Nooo!!!!!!!!! FATHER!!!!!!” A child about nine was
heard crying beside a patient’s bed. He was clutching the patient’s hand as he
wept
Outside, the child heard the doctors saying “That was
one serious car accident. But their son survived. His mother used her body as a
shield to protect him from being showered by the broken glass…both parents
won’t have a high chance of surviving this accident.
The child didn’t bother to listen anymore as his
gripped his father’s hand even more tightly than before. The man in the bed just gave a weak smile as
the grasp of his hand weakened in the child’s.
The heart monitor suddenly gave a shrill beep. The
doctors came. The boy looked fearfully, hoping that it wasn’t what he thought
it was. They check his pulse and tried to revive him, but to no avail.
“TOUSAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The child
screamed as the doctors covered up the dead patient with a white cloth.
Just then, a nurse came into the ward. She went
towards the crying boy and whispered to him “Come now…this is fate…you’ll just
have to accept it. Also, your mother wants to see you…” She reached out for his
hand and led him to his mother’s ward.
There she lay. Just a lady covered in bandages, her
face so pale that anyone might think that she’s already dead. The nurse heard a
small sob emerged from the boy’s lips. The eyes of the lady fluttered opened as
she too, heard the boy’s sobs.
“Andy…come closer. I could hardly see you from there…”
The boy left the nurse’s side and went up to his
mother.
“Ah…that’s better…Look, you are crying already?” The
lady gave a weak smile and continued “You must be strong Andy…you’ll excel in
whatever you do okay? Just don’t cry…it would just mess up your pretty face!”
She reached out for Andy face with her hand and touched it lightly. A tear fell
onto her fingers. “Now now…remember what I told you right? You should not
cry…come on…just give your mother a smile!” The boy tried his best to resist
all the tears and gave a smile. The lady smiled back and tears fell from her
eyes. “You’ll be a wonderful person someday…I just know it…” Her hand fell from
the child’s face.
“Mo…mother…Mother!!!! NO!!!” the boy cried out as he
tried to shake her awake. Then suddenly, he collapsed.
The nurse stared in shock as the kid fell on top of
his mother. She rushes towards him and took his pulse. It was weak.
“He’s suffering from shock and stress…we need to let
him rest…” The nurse thought as she carried to boy to his own ward…
That was what I could
remember…after finding myself waking up 4 months later from a coma due to the
stress and pain from the death of both my parents on the same day. It was a
rather painful memory…so painful that I actually forgotten about my childhood
days. All my childhood memories were erased since I was nine years old.
Ever since then, I was
tormented by the memories of my parents dying…but I just can’t remember how
they died…from then on, I only thought that I would live alone and with only 1
memory to keep me thinking, but I was wrong…
~ End of Chapter 1 ~
So…*sniffs* I myself was also
rather sad to create this fanfic…but it was * sniffs * Waahhhh!!!!!!! Gomenasai
Hotohori-sama!!!!!!!!!! * Runs out *
*But then came in again *
Anou...how you think! More will be coming out soon!!!