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‘Hey hey hey, good morning Miyagi, or should I say good afternoon! To kick off the start of spring we’re going to be playing some smooth tunes. If you weren’t aware, tonight is going to be one to remember folks. With a high of 70, and clear sky’s, it’s going to be perfect for grabbing your friends and family and doing something special. Now without further ado, let’s get this jam started.
Here is “Fly day Chinatown” by Yasuha-’
Suga shut off the little red portable radio that sat by his head. He felt the cool breeze ruffle his silky grey hair. ‘Something special’ he thought.
He chuckled a little and raised his hand to the sky. He loved days like these. Laying on his back in the beautiful spring grass, staring up at the crystal clear sky, just listening to his radio. Or should he say his fathers radio (who is he kidding, it’s practically been his since the tiny compartment entered the Sugawara household when he was 5)
But even days like these have their down side. The truth is, Suga’s bored. He’s bored of this small town. Bored of the clear blue sky and green grass. Bored of the quiet.
Suga has a larger than life personality. One that can’t be contained. Even at the age of 15, he was dying to get out and see the world.
His only ticket to doing so was when he turned sixteen.
You see, the Sugawara household isn’t like your average family. They come from a long line of witches. Well, Suga’s mom's side does.
Ever since Suga found out about this fact, he was all over his mom begging for her to teach him. And teach him she did (after a lot of convincing).
And now, even though Suga is far from being the best witch, even a good one, he is getting ready to take the last step and go prove his worth.
Anytime a witch turns the age of 16, they must travel away from home for at least a year. While away, they must learn what being a true witch means to them. And by golly, Suga couldn’t wait!
He just wished it could come sooner. It was only March, and his birthday is in June. Another thing Suga is is impatient. Bored and Impatient.
While Suga layed down soaking up the sun, his mind began to drift off into slumber. Sweet dream started to fill his head.
In the background he could hear the radio broadcasters voice echoing.
Do something special
As quickly as the young teen drifted into sleep, his eyes shot open and he sprang onto his feet.
He knew what he was going to do tonight
—-
Suga bursted into his mom's herbal remedies shop. He was panting and bending over trying to catch his breath from the, very small, sprint he took from the patch of grass to the large cluttered shop.
His mom, who was currently mixing a healing potion for a sickly looking customer, didn’t even flinch. She’s used to her son's actions. The customer on the other hand, looked like their life flashed before their eyes.
The beautiful woman making the potions lets out a long sigh. “Koushi Sugawara. What the fuck have I said about barging in here!” Oh did I mention, Mr. Sugawara is the definition of chaotic. Maybe that’s where he son gets it.
The tired mother sent an apologetic look to elderly lady waiting for her medicine. The kind woman gave her a smile and shook her head
“It’s fine dear, he just gave me a little scare is all. I remember what it's like having kids” The woman looked over at the boy. “My my Koushi, look how much you’ve grown”
Suga finally caught his breath and now stood there not responding, until his mother gave him a look that would send the bravest man running for his life. One thing about this town he’ll never get used to is how everyone seems to know everyone. If you asked Suga, he’s never seen this woman in his life. But apparently she knows him.
Suga’s mom shook her head in annoyance. She stepped over toward a basket of dried flowers, apparently the next ingredient in her little mixture. How she and her son found ingredients in the messy workspace, no one understood. There were baskets overflowing with all kinds of stuff. The counter had many burn marks from the countless times Suga screwed up a potion. Powders spilled left and right. But the Sugawaras preferred it this way. That’s just how they roll.
While she stood doing her witchy stuff on the small bottle, she turned her head toward Suga. “What do you want” She said with a huff of her breath.
“The real question here mom is what don’t I want. You know me mother.” Suga took a deep breath preparing for his totally not dramatic speech “You’ve raised me from the small infant I once was, fed me, watched over me in my moments of weakness-”
An angry “Koushi I swear” interrupted him.
“Okay okay! I WANT TO GO ON MY ONE YEAR TRIP TONIGHT!!!” Suga yelled with much enthusiasm. He waved his arms in wild Jazz hands around his body and started to do a little dance. This kid was honestly too much
Now this, this is what shocked Mrs. Sugawara. Shocked her so much that the potion she was working on exploded into a giant puff of black stinky smoke. The lady standing across the counter let out an excited gasp upon hearing Suga’s words, completely ignoring her potion being destroyed.
Mrs. Sugawara let out a mumbled ‘Shit’ and began working on cleaning her face and apron, all while trying to figure out what her son was talking about. “But b-but, tonight? What happened to waiting till you turn 16!”
Suga stopped doing his little dance and bounced on his heels trying his best to stay calm. “I know, but the radio man” Suga started waving the radio in the air “said that tonight is supposed to be the most beautiful night in a long while. The weather is going to be perfect! There’s no way in hell that I’m going on my trip in June. The humidity will mess up my hair”
It’s true. You don’t want to see Suga’s hair in the Miyagi heat.
“Plus I think I’m good enough at potions and stuff” Suga ended with a proud smile.
Even with the stress of this topic, Mrs. Sugawara let out a laugh. “No offense honey, but you’re not the best witch out there. I was relying on these next few months to get your skills up.”
“I can still practice when I’m out mom! Pleaseeeeeeee I need this” he gave his mom the pouty eyes “Dad would let me go”
“Again no offense, but your Dad doesn’t know a thing about witches. And he’s a push over. Love that man though” She quickly added “I don’t know Suga”
Before Suga could put his puppy eyes into their full effect, the lady chimed in. “Oh come on Himari. Let the boy go. He’s got the same fire and spark you had when you first landed here. Everyone thought you weren’t going to make it, but now look at you”
Even though Suga doesn’t remember this old lady at all, he ran over and gave her a big hug.
“Yeah mom! You alway tell me to shut up and listen to your elders, so take your own advice and let me go!” Suga said while practically hanging off the old woman.
“Why you little shit.” The mean remark had no anger behind it. They never had anger behind them. No matter how annoying her son was, she would only treat him with love. Even if that love came in the form of sassy remarks.
The ash blonde woman sat in silence for what seemed like ages. The truth is she didn’t want to let him go. Suga grows so much in only a month, how much is he going to change in a full year? She doesn’t want to let her baby go. Not yet at least. He might not even come home.
He might choose to stay wherever he lands for the rest of his life. That’s what happened to her, after she met Suga’s father, she couldn’t leave him and fly back home.
She can’t say goodbye to her baby boy just yet. But then again, as she looked into his big excited eyes, she knew she couldn’t hold onto him forever. He was inevitably going to try and leave.
She’s promised herself she wouldn’t be the one holding him back. She bite the inside of her lip before finally answering. “Sure Koushi. You can go”
—
To say Suga was literally screaming as he ran up the stairs to his room would be an understatement. He was squealing.
He threw open his bedroom door with such force that it practically came off its hinges. Suga’s poor cat who was previously sleeping, Kuroo, jumped nearly a whole foot into the air.
“I just want one peaceful day with you. That’s all I ask. Just one” Kuroo sighed as he tried to steady his little heart.
“Hush, you know you love me, otherwise you would’ve run away by now.” Suga ran to his closet and started scrambling through it. After a while he pulled out a large baby pink over-the-shoulder backpack. He also threw a small blue bag toward the black cat who was carefully watching him. “Dust off those tiny paws of yours! We’re leaving tonight!”
Kuroo narrowed his eyes “what do you mean we’re leaving tonight?”
Suga rolled his eyes as he grabbed every article of clothing he had and started to stuff it into his bag. “I mean we are going to join the circus. No dumbass, we’re going on our trip! Fly west till we hopefully hit a nice city near the water. Settle down and make some coin. Get that bread you know?” By now suga was running around his room trying to get dressed and do something with his unruly hair
Meanwhile, Kuroo just sat there dumbfounded. “Uh uh, no way. Suga no. We are supposed to go in June. This is bad idea”
Suga just let out a groan. “Why does everyone keep on telling me that! I’m a perfectly capable 15 year old! And besides, we are only leaving 3 months earlier.” Suga gave Kuroo the side eye through his bedroom mirror he now stood in front of. “I don’t want your bitching to kill my vibe. I prohibit your bitching tonight, or else”
Kuroo laughed. “Or else what? Please tell me dear Koushi.”
Suga gave a little huff. “Or else when I’m flying I’ll drop you in the ocean” He said with such a light tone that someone who wasn’t fully listening would have not noticed the dark undertones.
Kuroo froze in place. Knowing Suga, Kuroo didn’t put it past him. That kid might look like an angel, but don’t let yourself be fooled, he’s a little devil.
Suga gave his amazing laugh as he started brushing through his hair. “I’m just joking, Kuroo. I couldn’t kill my little witch cat. But I’m serious, don’t be a wet blanket. You know how much I want this.” Suga gave himself the final touches before turning around to face Kuroo.
He did a little twirl. He was wearing a loose dark purple/ almost black dress that flowed with every little movement. A bright red ribbon sat beautifully on top of his head. Suga’s pale skin seemed to contrast the colors perfectly. The mole under his left eye also went well with the outfit.
Kuroo let out a small sigh “Suga, you always look perfect. I’m sure this is very weird coming from your cat, but you know, it is what it is.”
Suga giggled as he twirled around in the nice fabric. He spinning however was cut short as he heard his fathers distinguishable car pulling up into the house’s driveway. Tripping over his own feet, Suga scrambled to his window. After a little amount of pulling he flung it open and called out to his dad.
The tall man getting out of his white pt cruiser flinched a little at his son's loud volume. He looked up and gave his son a wave.
“Dad! Dad! Guess what! I’m going on my witch trip early! I’m leaving tonight!” Suga call from the window.
His father who had been previously grabbing groceries from the back of his car immediately dropped all the bags and looked up at his soon. Suga cringed as he watched a bottle of orange juice roll into the road and get crushed by a car.
“Like tonight tonight?! He father frantically talked with his hands “But- when did this happen. What about our camping trip”
Oh gods don’t get Suga started on the “cAmpINg TrIp”. Suga doesn’t do outdoors. His father just gets on these weird father son bonding time kicks. Suga cant list on his two hands how many dumb trips the two went on; he wouldn’t have enough fingers.Every single one of them ended with the two males either in some from of mall jail, or broke on the side of the road.
Suga quickly said “Haha,no” and shut the window before he could get his fathers reaction, but if Suga could guess by the crunching sound of more plastic and cuss words, it went over pretty well.
“you know, you should actually give hanging out with your father a try” Kuroo said while pacing on Suga’s bed.
“I do try! That’s why it always turns out bad. There’s a lot you don’t know little kitty” Suga said as he once again began moving about.
Suga did one more sweep of his room, making sure he got all of the things he absolutely needed.
His radio? Check
Socks? Underwear? Check, check
Magazines of hot guys? Check
Hair products? Check
Smiling proudly, Suga zipped out the bag and threw it over his shoulder. “Come on Kuroo. I think we’re ready to go. The only thing I think you need to pack is cat food”
Kuroo sighed “this is so not going to end well Suga. We’re going to get like kidnapped or something. Either that or we’re going to starve.”
Suga flicked Kuroo on the nose. “Honey please. I know how to make a hustle” Suga goes to his closet one last time and pulls out a pair of red flats that matched his bow perfectly
“Now come on. Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. We don’t judge in this household” Suga laughed as he picked up a still reluctant Kuroo.
Kuroo huffed. “Anything would be better than this. You sure you want to leave our nice warm home? Your lovely parents?”
With missing a beat, Suga answered
“Absolutely”
—
“Koushi are you sure you have everything?” Suga’s mom asked for the 5th time.
It’s almost 7pm, the time Suga chose to leave. Everyone from town gathered at the Sugawara residence to send him off. Some people Suga actually knew, like kids he has seen at school. But many of them were old people. Strangely, Suga didn’t see the sick customer from earlier.
Suga shook his head yes. “Mom I’ve told you, I’ve got this. Have some faith in me” He flashed her one of his award winning smiles. She seemed to relax after that.
Suga’s dad patted Suga on the back. He cleared his throat. ‘Was he crying’ Suga giggled to himself. He’s never going to let him live this down.
With a little sniffle, Mr. Sugawara started talking “Kou, I’m so proud of you. You’ve grown so much” He paused so he could stop his tears from slipping everywhere “And I just want you to know, that whatever happens, We all still love you”
Behind Suga’s parents, Suga saw the whole town start cheering. He can’t believe that him leaving brought all of these people together tonight. A few of his classmates came up to him.
They patted him on the back, saying how they’ll miss his personality during school. Suga wasn’t sure why though. The boys never talked to him during school. But hey, it doesn’t matter anymore. Because Suga’s finally getting out of this small, boring town.
“It’s getting about time mom, I think I should head out now.” Suga said to his parents. He had his bag tightly strapped around his shoulder, Kuroo resting inside, probably sleeping. “Give me a second mom, I want to show you the broom I made!” Suga said excitedly.
He quickly, but gently, sat down his bag and sprinted behind a nearby tree. The whole town waited for the man of the evening to return. It wasn’t long before Suga came panting back to the group holding a flimsy stick that barely had any actual broom hair on the end.
His mom would have laughed if her son wasn’t actually Being serious. She facepalm so hard that you could probably hear it in Alaska.
“I knew this would happen. Here Koushi. Use my old broom” Just then, Mrs. Sugawara pulled out a broom from out of nowhere. The broom was no doubt old, seeing as it had scratches all along the stick. The hair at the end looked dry and worn out.
Suga was about to protest with a ‘moooom’, but she cut him off before he could even start. “Suga, you might want a brand new broom, but this one is trustworthy. It’s got me through a lot of tough times, and is very reliable. Please, just this once, take something without arguing.”
Suga thought for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. He didn’t want some old musty broom, but oh well. Here we are.
Suga grabbed his bag once more, positioned himself comfortably on the broomstick, wrapped the little radio wrist band around the long stick and got ready for flight.
He took one last look behind him for good luck. He gave his parents a little nod before turning back around. In the background he hears the town start counting him down. He chuckled to himself, it kinda reminded him of how people count down on NewYears.
5
4
3
2
1!!!
Nothing
Absolutely nothing happened. Suga still stood there trying to take off. His face was turning red from the sheer amount of force he was using.
Wow. How embarrassing. Suga can hear Kuroo laughing from inside the large bag.
Suga shook his head and tried to focus.
He cleared his throat, feeling more ready this time. “Hey guys, can you count me off again?” He asked trying to sound confident
Hesitantly, the crowd started again.
5
4
3
2
1?
Still nothing.
Mrs. Sugawara shook her head and took a step forward. “Honey, see I told you we should just-”
And without a moment's notice, Suga shot up into the sky.
And oh my, it was not graceful at all. He bounced off of trees, swerved, spun around, you name it. But hey, at least he was in the air. After a rough few minutes and a lot of winces from the crowd, Suga finally stabilized himself.
He couldn’t believe it! He was flying! Sure, his head kinda hurt from all that movement, but it didn’t matter. He was flying!!
He gave a little look down toward the ground. He saw his mother smiling at him with tears in her eyes. He saw the town that he called home. He saw the spot of grass that he always laid upon.
He gave a little wave, then he was off. He reached under the broom to grab his radio. With a mastered swift flick of his thumb, the box came to life, blaring the same station he listened to earlier today.
‘This day is special indeed’
Suga sped off into the night with ‘Fly Day Chinatown’ playing in his ears, the stars guiding his way, and his hometown toward his back.