CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 27px; color: black; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -10px; letter-spacing: -2px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 440px; text-transform:uppercase]CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?[/style][STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 440px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]" can you see everything i have given up for you? my heart, my soul, my life i have given up to you. but you can't see me can you? can you see me now? as i lay myself in front of you crying like a little child. as i beg for you to acknowledge my existence can you see me now? but even if you can't "[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]i'm still here[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] "Here mother I made this for you." he stated handing her a small music box. It had took him a whole month to make it simply because it took him a lot of tries to get it to be perfect or as close as he could. His green eyes stared at her longingly for her to look his way...to look at him. The woman had grabbed hold of the box and walked away without saying anything but he suppose he should had just been happy that she had accepted his gift though. That was something...at least that was what the ten year old boy thought to himself. That one day she would look at him like how she would look at Momoko with such loving eyes. Just for once...that was all he was asking for. He had made many attempts to get her to look at him such as talking to her but she would never look his way. He tried to give her gifts but she usually walk right pass him. He made her breakfast one time all by himself but she didn't touch it. He never understood why she never looked at him. After all that stupid girl, Toshiko was a failure and her parents look at her so why won't she look at him? He played the role of the perfect son just for her. He studied, played various instruments, always be polite and he never cried or throw a tantrum just for her. He really didn't get it at all...what was he doing wrong? Still that didn't matter as today he hit a milestone. He was able to get her to accept the music box after all and so that was something. At least that was what he had thought until he walked by and saw it in the trash can. He stared at it for the longest time hoping that it was his imagination or maybe it was some other music box. Just to make sure he reached in and picked it up. No...it was the box he had made for her alright. Not wanting to cry in the house he barged out. He could had sworn he heard someone cry out "Young Master" sounding worried but he didn't care. Right now he just wanted to get out of the house. He didn't even know where he was going nor did it matter. Anywhere but that house, anywhere that won't hurt him, anywhere that won't reject him. He didn't care how far it was, he just wanted to be anywhere but back there. So he ran and ran until his legs were too tired and found himself at the town center. Panting and even more gross, sweating, he sat by the water fountain to regain his breath. Even more importantly though he opened the box to see what was wrong. Why was the gift rejected? The music was playing and it was a nice tune that he had done just for her. Although he didn't write it himself, he did pick it out. No..it was playing and the tune was to her favorite song. She always listened to it after all so what was wrong? The box was made well even...yet she had threw it away. Was it because of him? What had he ever done to her? He always tried his best with her but yet....why won't she look at him? Why won't she acknowledge his existence? Why won't she accept him? As he thought about this he felt stupid tears running down his cheeks and no matter how many times or how hard he wiped it, it won't go away. The stupid tears won't leave him alone. Annoyed of the music now he slammed the box shut. "Shinkuto-kun?" Eh? He raised his head up to see a familiar figure. Soft green eyes staring at him...ahhh it was Yoite's mother. "Tsu-Tsukami-san." he hiccuped trying his best to stay calm by biting his lips. "What happened to you? You're sweating." she asked taking out her handkerchief and wiping not only the sweat but also the tears from his face. Shinkuto didn't answer her question though and had remained silent since he didn't want to drag her into this. It wasn't her problem and besides he doubt she would know the answer "Say Shinkuto-kun can I see that?" Mizuki asked pointing at the music box. He gave her a nod giving it to her and she opened it. It took her a bit but she then hummed to the tune her voice so soft. He watched as she hummed it smiling down at her and gently closing it. "Did you make this Shinkuto-kun?" He gave her another nod. Yeah he had made it for his mother but she didn't want it. Such things shouldn't surprise him anymore really...too bad it still does nonetheless. "You can have it if you want." he mumbled. He didn't want it and neither did the intended recipient so he suppose if she wanted it why not give it to her? "Really? Thank you so much Shinkuto-kun." she bowed to him staring at the box. "I'm so lucky. Since you made it, it's one of a kind." One of a kind huh? Was it really that special? He was sure there were better craftsman than him...she was so weird that way. Not that he minded it though. "Oh there you are mother." came another familiar voice although this one was unpleasant. The son of Mizuki came over with a small smile before spotting the Nakamura. "Oh it's you Devil" "A please to see you as well Yoite." "It's Tsukami! Tsu-ka-mi!" "Yoite." "Tch I hate you so much." Yoite walked over and grabbed his mother's hand rather possessively. "What are you doing here? Trying to steal my mother again?" he asked. Shinkuto blinked for a moment before turning his attention to the woman. "Tsukami-san, how do you deal with him? I do believe you should come live with me. You would get a lot more peace and quiet." he offered her once again. "Gomena Shinkuto-kun but I don't think Yoite would let me and besides, I like Yoite." Another rejection, he couldn't help but pout. What did she see in that guy? He was just some violent idiot. Still he knew she would not change her mind. "I see. Well it was nice seeing you again Tsukami-san...and I suppose you as well Yoite." he jumped off of the fountain to start to walk. With no where else he suppose he should go back home now. "Wait Shinkut-kun." came a the voice of Mizuki making him turn around. "I'm going to make lunch and well...it would be nice if you come to our house. I haven't seen you in a while." Yoite pouted now and looked at his mother. "Does he have to come along?" "Now now Yoite. That's not what you should say to a friend." "He's not my friend though." The mother chuckled before extending her hand to Shinkuto. "Would you please come?" The boy stared at the hand in front of him...she was looking at him. She was giving him the same smile she give Yoite. He can see himself reflected in her eyes and so he grabbed onto it. "If you insist."[/style]