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Akashi sat in his study, trying his best to finish typing up his Japanese history report. Keyword: trying. He kept getting distracted by a photo he had on his desk of him as a kid and his mother in his mother's beloved garden. Akashi grumbled under his breath, finally putting the framed photo faced down. Sadly, that wasn't enough and his eyes continued glancing over the flat frame.
Akashi gave in. It wasn't like the report was due soon anyway. He picked the photo back up and stared nostalgically at his passed mother's beautiful smile. The anniversary of her death was nearing.
Akashi sighed. He remembered that part of his life so vividly, as if it were yesterday: his mother slowly growing weaker, the moment she collapsed in her garden, the days sitting by her as she was bedridden in the hospital, and the horrid moment when she breathed her last breath.
The scion wiped his tears that began building up in his eyes. It's been years, but Akashi still missed his mother dreadfully. Worst of all, he was slowly beginning to forget all the wonderful memories of his beloved mother despite his last ones of her still clear in his mind.
"No, no, come on..." Akashi muttered to himself. His brows were scrunched in concentration as he tried to force himself to recall as many memories of his mother as he could, but not many were coming. They were all faded.
Akashi groaned when coming up blank. He slouched back against his chair, still looking down at the photo. There had to be another way to not forget his mother. He could always ask his father.
Akashi shook his head at the terrible idea. His father would definitely snap at him for asking. He knew losing his mother was just as hard on his father as it was on him.
But his father wasn't the only one who could tell him about his mother and her life. There were his grandparents on his mother's side. Though they were living in Hawaii with a majority of his mother's relatives...
Akashi let out another frustrated groan. These faded memories were starting to eat him alive. There was no way he could get in contact with his grandparents in Hawaii; they probably had no idea how to operate a computer for webcam. And his other relatives on his mother's side probably barely knew he existed or didn't grow up with her. There was no doubt Akashi could find them and make a call to his grandparents or the relatives to help his grandparents, but the long distance calls, and he could just picture the mess.
However... there had to be some relatives still living in Japan. Akashi's mother was born in Japan and grew up here. It'd be more easy to find these relatives if they existed and ask about his mother personally.
With that information set in mind, Akashi went straight back to his laptop. He searched for his mother's relatives, first starting with her maiden name. From there, Akashi had to do a bit more digging. Thank goodness he finished his homework assignments for tomorrow.
The rest of the evening consisted of Akashi searching for family information. He even had his dinner in his study, saying what he was working on was too important for him to stop. It wasn't a lie. At least his father wasn't home to make him stop.
By the time he was supposed to be getting ready for bed, Akashi managed to locate some relatives who should know his mother: her aunt and cousin, his great aunt and first cousin once removed.
Akashi noticed the particular surname, but brushed it off. For now, he grabbed his phone and dialed up the house number he found. With a deep breath, Akashi just hoped there was another person on the other line who could tell him about his mother.
Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring...
Click.
"...Hello?"