Hello! It's Shanblue! I was very excited to release my first chapter for Fanfiction. I also have an account on Fictionpress, which I do more work work on. You should check that out. Anyways, enjoy this fanfic from the perspective of Yuki-kun.
The cold grey eyes that reflect mine are dull. They don't shine with the usual spark that shines in a regular 6 year olds eyes. It's not a surprise. I have grown up in a surprisingly different way. But a needle still pierces my heart every time I remember the life I could have had. If I was born into a different family, or even if I had spoken up.
My eyes travel up to my hair, which is a sleek grey color. It goes down to my ears without a single wave, but it is mussed up. I try to grin, but it looks sick on my face so I drop it immediately.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I am ready. I check my shirt for any additional wrinkles or dirt, but nothing has accumulated. I push open the sliding door and I feel my face pale and my heart drop when I see who comes down the hallway. I was hoping for some preparation before I saw her.
She smiles at me, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. I feel the tears well up in my eyes like they do every time I see her.
"Mom, don't leave me with him! He scares me!" I cry desperately, tugging at the bottom of her kimono. She swats my hand away and her smile widens.
"What are you talking about! He's your best friend!" her voice is dull, like it always is.
"Mom! Please!" I wail, but she doesn't hear me. She opens the door for me and pushes me gently through the door. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I don't have the courage to blink them away anymore. They slide down my cheeks, and I can imagine they are glistening.
"Mom!" I am sobbing now, and I can barely move my shuddering lips.
"You can't cry like that in front of the head of the family. Quit crying," her voice whips at me, as if she actually smacks me, and I can feel my heart breaking again. Again. Again.
My heart hardens like it always does, preparing myself for the torture. I close my eyes.
But when I open them, I am staring at a ceiling, 17 again.
I feel kind of depressed after writing this. When reading the manga and watching the anime, I cried when I saw the segment covering Yuki's past. This is a very emotional part of the story, so I felt I should start if from there. Please keep reading, it will get better.