Event 67: Repressed Memories

Haruta was speechless, the painting in front of him looked like one of the ones that appear in the movies, it was a family photograph "Dad and Mom are in the picture, they both look very young it seems that it is just after Mom graduated of Tootsuki "said Haruta who quickly recognized her parents in the photograph.

"Are they Haruta's parents?" Asuna asked while looking seriously at the photograph, in it was seen the figure of a long-haired woman with a slight smile and a book in her hands, while on the other side was a young man with a sporty appearance with short hair and a big smile. On his face, the young man put his arm around the girl's waist.

"This is my mother Riko Ichijo, Ebisawa as a single was the fourth place in the 70th generation of Totsuki" said Haruta with a bright and warm smile that took Asuna by surprise.

It was a slight moment but Asuna felt the silence, Haruta had overlooked her father's presentation "so is he your father?" Asuna asked curiously noticing a slight change in Haruta's expression not one of anger but rather one of disappointment.

"He is certainly my father, his name is Yoichi Ichijo and as my mother he was also from the elite ten, sixth place of the 69th generation of Totsuki" said Haruta looking at the photo where my father was "I really haven't seen him for a long time a long time and I have no idea where it can be plus I really don't care "

"You never called him?" Asuna asked curiously about Haruta's family relationship, this was the way she had to know more about Haruta.

"I told you before that my mother passed away, well that was mainly due to overwork and an illness my mother suffered in her nervous system, my father may have allowed her to continue cooking so as not to ruin the only thing she loved, I really didn't I blame him for my mother's death "said Haruta staring at the photograph as he remembered his mother when she was cooking with a smile on her face.

Memories of a funeral soon appeared, Haruta holding his father's hand while his mother was inside the wooden crate surrounded by many flowers, a large number of people were at the funeral including an old man crying over the wooden crate.

"It's just that after Mom died, my father was never the same ..." Haruta recalled how the restaurant was abruptly closed and how little by little everything was filling with dust, as the beer cans were piling up in the room.

"I understand that he was suffering and I know that it must hurt like hell or maybe even more, but I also had my own pain my mother was gone and my father was not there for me either" said Haruta feeling a stab in his chest remembering as his father soon began to speak on the phone and named his name several times as if he were an object of annoyance.

After that Haruta saw himself getting into the family car "But I am not and was not a doll that you could put in a box so that it did not bother you, I can understand that he left me in Tootsuki so that I could shape my future while he he was leaving the country with the excuse that he would leave work "Haruta's voice now drowned as he remembered how his father left while leaving him aside from the director of Tootsuki.

"Even though you have a pain in your heart from a loss I should have called more often, but I only remember receiving two calls which were in the first two weeks" Haruta reminded himself in his personal bedroom where he had dialed more than a hundred times his father's number but there was never an answer "If one family member is not supposed to be there, the others should be united but I don't remember that my father will call during a birthday, I don't remember a card during Christmas" Haruta said while his body He began to tremble slightly remembering how Senzaemon always brought gifts for him, noting that he was sent by his father but Haruta knew it was false.

"Even if he managed to cover Tootsuki's expulsion so as not to have problems the news should have reached him" Haruta recalled the duel with Azami and how he was pathetically defeated, how he was tricked and humiliated into leaving the place he could call home "Still he He never came back and he never called, even if it was to scold me .... "Haruta's voice lost its tone at times while drowning himself" Most likely, if he had died he would not even find out "the memory of his own death and resurrection came to Haruta's mind accompanied by a slight smile ...

"Well really he is not important, I can do everything by myself ... I can work, cook, clean, laugh, cry, play and even love and I do not need his approval or advice, I learned everything by myself ..... most likely he has a new family, which really doesn't matter to me I just ask that he not get in my way "Haruta's eyes were flooded with tears that started to run down his cheeks.

Haruta stood with his back to Asuna so that she would not see him cry, so that she would not see him weak since he had promised himself to always stay happy "Don't stop crying!" Asuna exclaimed, surprising Haruta who felt the chestnut's arms partially envelop him.

"Don't stop crying" Asuna repeated with a lower voice than before "Let your suffering come out, don't keep it just for yourself, I am here for you you can share your tears with me" Asuna said standing in front of Haruta hugging the head of this and posing on your chest.

That moment was the first time that Haruta was able to cry peacefully and calmly without worrying about the surroundings, while Asuna stayed next to him stroking and comforting him just like Haruta did a little earlier.