꧁Detective Mama꧂[𝙾𝙽-𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳]

Mandolin

A boy with white hair walked into a specefic building, as he opened the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

Atsushi Nakajima.
Age, 18.
He developed an ability where he could transform into a weretiger.
And now he works as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, thanks to one of his superior who works there.

The agency room was empty, as he realized that it was still early. The boy let out a sigh, as he sat down at his table, waiting for either any of the members to arrive.

His eyes then caught a certain instrument. A mandolin.

He then stood up and grabbed the intstrument, and sat on the couch.

His fingers then started to play a lullaby that he was once remember.

"Let me sing a lullaby

As you close your eyes"

Even after she was adopted he would always humm the song to himself to sleep, and until now he still remembers.

"As you're drifting off to sleep

How I hope that the dreams that you find

are bright"

Memories started to flushed the boy's head.

A sad smile plastered.on his face.

"Love, can we meet again
in the bluest skies?

Where a tomorrow waits for you
and I"

The boy was always treated differently in the orphange by the kids and care takers.

But she was different.

She cared for him, and was his shoulder to cry on.

He remembered when she sang him the lullaby for him when he had a nghtmare.

"So hold me tight one more time,
but don't kiss me goodbye

Cause I know I'll see you on the other side"

He remembered the promise she made to him.

That she will always care and love him.

That she will always be there for him.

But the day when she was chosen to be adopted, everything came crumbling down.

The boy knew that there was nothing that he nor she could do.

The only thing he could only do was just to let her go.

She promised the boy, that one day she will search for him.

He couldn't hate her.

He loves the girl so much, that she was the reason that he wanted to live much more longer.

"I'll dream of you,
that's where I belong"

The boy was too focused on playing the mandolin, not knowing the door creaked open.