Hello, My name is Anonymous, this is my first fanfic, so tell me how i did, oh, i have some links on my profile for this story, i figured i'd need it. Later on in the story anyway. Btw, Dialect in flashback is in irish, seeing as they are in ireland, so i'll translate at the bottom. Enjoy.
I paused my song and turned off my ipod, looking at the humans around me. I watched as they got up one by one and filed off the plane. Sighing, i got up and walked off after them, ignorng my brother, who was practically jumping up and down like a child. He poked me in the side and grinned, "C'mon sis, smile for once! You look look like someone just kicked your puppy." I sighed and forced a small smile, giving up when it turned into more of a grimace. "First, stop jumping tabhair, my head hurts. Second, it doesn't feel right here without the others." My brother only nodded, eyes losing some of their shine, "Yeah, i miss 'em too, i wonder how they are doing." voice heavy with an irish accent. We both came from Ireland to train, well, i came to train. He came just to be with me. Clingy.
We got our bags and walked outside, my brother holding our luggage while i hailed what americans called a taxi. I told the driver to take us to Forks, and leaned back in the cheap vinyl seat. i placed my head against the window and looked out at the endless green, and i briefly wondered if we were going in circles, everything looked the same. I sighed and let my mind drift, thinking about my family, my brother and i weren't actually related, we didn't have the same mother, or father, but we were still kin. I found him about twenty-four years ago- he was around eight at the time, so small- and i sighed, thinking back to that fateful day.
-Flashback-
It was pouring outside, and it was cold enough to freeze the diabhail's ass. Not that i cared, i couldn't feel anything. my pants were soaked, and torn, i didn't care about that either. Just then the wind decided to rear its ugly head, tearing through the streets like a bat out of hell, causing my hair to whip around my face like a thousand mini whips. I turned into an alley to escape the wind. It's howling was so loud and realistic, i almost howled back. I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket and lit one up, inhaling it's toxic fumes greedily. I held it in for a moment, relishing the burn in the back of my throat before exhaling. After taking a few drags i dropped it and stomped it out with my boot, cocking my head as i saw movement in the corner of my eye. I watched from the corner of my eye as a young boy approached me carefully, thinking me unaware of his presence. i resisted the urge to smirk and waited until he was close enough for me to smell him. He smelled like dirt and sewer water, eww. I turned my head to get a good look at him and frowned internally, what kind of parents let their child look like this?
His clothes were torn and dirty, I was willing to bet he hadn't changed -or showered for that matter- in months. When he spoke i swear my heart cried for him, he voice was filled with so much lonliness and determination. "A thabhairt dom do chuid airgid!" his voice broke at the end. i looked at him funny and noticed that he had a rather large shard of glass in his hand, i reckon he mugs people to live, maybe i should kill him.. i chuckled and started to raise my hands in surrender, but stopped when I caught a whiff of blood, i wrinkled my nose and inspected his 'weapon' more closely. Sure enough, he was squeezing it so tightly that it cut into his hand. I was going to comment on it until he spoke again, "Níl mé ag iarraidh go mbeadh tú a ghortú.Mar sin. Díreach. Tabhair dom do chuid airgid! Nó BEIDH mé seo a úsáid!" Gesturing to his weapon. I strode over to him, and grabbed his wrists, which had risen more since i moved. I swiftly opend his hand and pulled the makeshift knife away, scowling at the blood dripping from his hand. I dropped the glass and glared at him when he tried to jerk his hand away. I caught his other fist -which he tried to punch me with- and pushed it away. Standing up, keeping hold of his bleeding hand, I reached over and squeeed a pressure point on his neck, knocking him out.
I stared at his unconcious form, debating what to do. Shrugging, i picked him up and carried him bridal style out of the alleyway. No one will miss him. I walked through the streets for a few more hours -All the while ignoring the odd looks i was getting from bystanders- and sighed when i saw my house. Quickly opening the door I walked over to the couch and placed him down gently. I sniffed and cracked my neck, walking over to the kitchen to make us both something hot to eat. Stew'll work. While it was heating up, i went up to my room and grabbed a large blanket. I walked down the stairs and tucked the blanket snuggly over the child so he wouldn't freeze or catch a cold.
I watched him sleep for a few minutes. He was a good looking kid, or would be, if he wasn't covered in scars and dirt. He had a soft face with rosy lips, he hair was a messy blonde, hanging low over his eyes. His eyes themselves were green as leaves, with thick lashes. he had what people called 'A farmers tan' and rosey cheeks. After wrapping his hand up with gauze i'd retrieved from the bathroom, I went back to the kitchen to finish cooking the stew. When i walked out with two bowls -which were pretty damn hot- brimming with stew, i was fairly suprised to see him awake and alert, looking around the room. He kinda looked like a wild animal who'd gotten caught and put in a cage. Which was probably the best way to describe his position.
I cleared my throat, bringing his attention to me. I smiled gently at him, trying to comfort him with my eyes, and walked over to the table, setting the bowls down. I plopped onto the floor and pulled my feet towards me, sitting criss-cross with my hand in my lap. We had a staring contest with one another for a few minutes before i gestured to one of the bowls with my head. His eyes flickered to the food and he inhaled, licking his lips, before he looked at me again, cautiously. I nodded at him encouragingly, and watched as he reached over hesitantly, taking the bowl and digging into it greedily, not once taking his eyes off of me. I reached over the table and grabbed the other bowl, eating the stew slowly, making an example of relaxing. He didn't relax though, and when he finished the stew he licked the bowl clean, keeping it in his lap as he stared at me.
I slowly extended my hand towards him, don't want to startle the child, and nodded toward the bowl in his lap, keeping eye contact with him. He must've understood because he gave me the bowl and watched as i stood and took our bowls to the kitchen. I came back out with only one bowl, which was filled with stew, and handed it to the boy. I decided to let him eat in peace and walked off to the kitchen, retrieving a beer from my little fridge and hopped onto the counter, sitting on it while i drank my beer, i looked around my little kitchen. I didn't own a large house, just one large enough to hold myself in comfort. One bedroom, kitchen, living room, and bathroom. I was very wealthy, don't get me wrong, i had enough to feed all of both North and South America for years. I just didn't need all the extra room. I did however love vehicles, i owned a burnt orange 1998 Yamaha YZF-R1 with black details. It was fast. i owned McFarelley's Restoration Co. It was a fairly underground buisness, selling materials to car companies to keep. It made it easier for me to run it without having to worry about others getting suspicious. Only extreme car-buffs, who knew everything there was to know, knew about my company. We were very low-profile.
I was brought out of my thought by the little boy, "Iníon, Iníon!" I hopped off the counter, trashed my beer bottle and walked out to where the child was. He was looking better, less pale than before. I went over and picked up his empty bowl and quickly brought it to the kitchen, when i returned he was standing up, discarding the blanket on the floor. I offered him my hand and he took it after a moment of staring at it like it was a snake. I took him to the little bathroom and swiftly went into my room, digging through my closet until i found some a pair of shorts that were too small for me to wear and an old t-shirt. I brought it to him along with a towel and gently closed the door behind me, allowing him to shower.
I trudged down the stairs and fell onto the couch, face down. I allowed myself to sleep until the child was finished showering. I slept for a few hours and when i woke up, the boy was sitting on the edge of the table, staring at me. He blushed and looked away when i opened my eyes, i blinked a few times to rid myself of the sleep and sat up. He was already dry, so i assumed he had let me sleep, i decided he would be a heart-breaker when he grew up, he was a good looking kid. He blushed again when he noticed me staring at him and rubbed the back of his neck with his uninjured hand, he got tired of the silence and muttered "Go raibh maith agat as cad a rinne tú go dtí mé.." I smiled and looked at the clock, it was a quarter past ten, should get him to bed soon.. He frowned at my lack of words and offered up, "Ainm dom an Declan." I was about to tell him my name when he got up and left, saying something about having to pee all of a sudden. I sighed and laid back down, closing my eyes and falling asleep.
-End Flashback-
I guess i'll stop there, this is my first fanfiction so leave a review so i know that there are people here who are reasing, otherwise i'll take it as a 'Not good- Don't continue' This is a test run, to see if i can do this junk, leave your feedback, and uh, thanks for reading.
-Anonymous
Translations: tabhair- Please
diabhail's- Devil's
A thabhairt dom do chuid airgid- Give me your money
Níl mé ag iarraidh a ghortú leat! Mar sin. Díreach. Tabhair dom do chuid airgid! Nó BEIDH mé seo a úsáid- I don't want to hurt you! So. Just. Give me your money, or i WILL use this!
Iníon, Iníon!- Miss, Miss!
Go raibh maith agat as cad a rinne tú go dtí mé..- Thank you for what you did for me..
Ainm dom an Declan- My name is Declan
