“I miss you mom.”
“You don’t want anyone to die? Death is inevitable moron” tsukishima said
“Maybe that’s the case, but even so I want to prolong it as long as I can, in everyone” Tadashi turned his gaze to the ground “I want everyone to live long, happy and fulfilled lives”.
“Well that’s not how life works”. Tsushima scoffed “and only Morons think it does”.
“Your right it’s not how life is but doesn’t mean I can’t try,now does it?” Yamaguchi asked, looking back at the wounded soldier.
Tsukishima has nothing to say to him. Yamaguchi sounded crazy but the tone in his voice was determined, determined like he’d lost something.
Something that he couldn’t get back..
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It was all years ago, before the war started.
Back in Tadashi's hometown, Wattamatsu, he could still remember the street name that they used to live in. Back when times were good, and life was sweet, if only he knew how quick that sweet life would take a turn for the worst.
“Mom I’m home!” A 10 year old tadashi yelled as he walked in through the door. He took off his shoes, tadashi waited for his mom to answer “mom?” He called again wondering if his mother just didn’t hear him.
Atsume Yamaguchi, A very kind and thoughtful woman. Would do anything to help
Even the scariest of strangers, that’s what Tadashi admired about her, she was willing to help anyone….. except herself.
Tadashi walked around his house calling for his mother “mom?” He tried again just to revive no answer.
“Where did she go?” He asked himself. His mother wasn’t one to leave the house without him if he wasn’t home, or without leaving a note at the least.
After looking around the bottom floor of the home he decided to search the upper half of the house for some trace of his mother.
He slowly walked up the stairs counting the creaky boards, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, then he was at the top floor, “mom”
He tried again hoping the woman would answer
He looked at his bedroom door and opened everything still in the place it was in the morning. The bed messy and unmade, toys scattered throughout the floor.
After looking through his bedroom he continued to search the house. He made his way around the corners of the hallway weary growing with every step.
He decided to check his mother’s room next. He got to the end of the hallway and pushed open the door.
Tadashi stared at the lifeless corpse in front of him, time felt as if it had stopped in that very moment. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t scream, he just stood there staring at the image in front of him.
Knowing life would never be the same.
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“I know it sounds… crazy, but that’s what I’m trying to do, “ Tadashi said.
“You're crazy..'' Tsukishima said “but your heads in the right place” even though he hated to admit it Tadashi's dream sounded crazy but not anywhere near impossible to achieve.
“Thank you, you're the first person that’s believed it could come true, “ Tadashi smiled.
“Don’t mention it, but just cause I think your heads in the right place doesn’t mean I don’t still think you're crazy, “ tsukishima said.
“Wouldn't ask you to think any other way “.
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After that whole ordeal yamaguchi went back to his room to fill out some paperwork.
While doing the usual patient release forms his eyes kept trailing off to the box he had on his desk. After getting almost no work done he finally opened the box and took out the paper he had inside.
As he read through the paper he began to cry, tears falling on after another. After he had finished reading the paper he muttered a soft
“I miss you mom.”