In a cold night in the midst of November it happened. Something no one in this well educated neighbourhood was expecting in the first place with. Something even the experienced police men could not believe to have happened at all. Something to change a little boy's life at all. When the dispatcher received an emergency call at 2 am no one was prepared for what they will see. When medics and police arrived at the named address and entered the creme coloured house they where in full shock and horror. Right in the hallway was a young woman lying in a big pool of blood and the walls next to her are splattered with the red liquid of her. Next to her body was a small blade covered in blood and footprints showed clearly someone left through the main door after the attack.
In the living room they found a male body also lifeless and like the woman he showed numerous deep stab wounds all covered by blood. While looking around if there are any survivors of this vicious attack left, a police man found in the cellar hidden behind a big pile of cardboard boxes two little boys shivering all over their bodies and showing some minor injuries. The investigating officer would have to inform social services about the boys when he received a call from his boss that not far from him two more dead bodies were just discovered.
The other house lay only five blocks away from the first scene and immediately he noticed similarities between these two crime scenes. The man was found lying in the living room in a big pool of blood and not far from him was a woman kneeling in the entrance to the living room. But what shocked him at this scene was the fact, that the woman had tried to protect her son from the unknown attacker and the little boy still stood there silently crying in midst the embrace of his deceased mother.
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The years passed by slowly and he lived in an orphanage, because his estranged grandparents were to old and immobile to take care of a five year old child at all. For him everything was new and confusing. He wanted to know why he was not able to be with his parents at all. He also wanted to know why he was not allowed to live in the house any more that had always been his home. Then he got separated from his older brother when he just became seven years old and was silently moved to an orphanage in Kyoto. There he met Sting Eucliffe for the first time. A blond boy with sapphire blue eyes and reckless behaviour.
As time passed by they became close friends and he learned, that Sting also lost his parents in a tragic way. The adults tried to convince him his father had died while battling some rare disease and that they don't know who his mother was in the first place. Through he was still a young, innocent boy and believed everything the grown-ups were telling him, he finally stopped asking about his parents and about the whereabouts of his older brother. It made him sad deep within to know he was all alone. But right there Sting surprised him. „You'll never be alone, I'm always with you" was the blond boy saying to him with a radient smile resting on his lips and he only nodded in agreement. As long as he is around everything is allright.
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He was just on his way to work when he reached the train station. Usually he would ride his bike to work but his friend Gajeel crashed it while he was drunk driving. One of the things he was not very fond of were large amount of people. Especially right in the early morning hours. When he became fifteen a married couple from Nagano adopted him and therefore he left behind the orphanage. With it also the only friend he had during his time living there. Honestly he thought sometimes a lot about the blond boy with the sapphire-blue eyes and what became of him. Did he leave the country like he had heard back then in the orphanage? Was he thinking about him?
With a short sigh he shook his head. Probably the blond forgot all about him in the first place. By the way, maybe it was better this way. While waiting for his train to arrive he suddenly remembered a scene from the orphanage. A crowd gathered in the Backyard and angry growls were to hear. Even some sobs and cries. He only intended to read a book under a maple tree when he noticed the commotion. With a deep sigh he stood up, went to the crowd and he was surprised to see five of the older boys picking a fight with the Gaijin as they all referred to the blond boy. No one acted like they cared. So therefore he stepped in, showing an enervated facial expression and right there some of the care takers finally showed some action towards the mob.
It was not once but many times the other boys picked more on the blond boy than on him. In their eyes he was scary enough with his pale skin and ruby-red eyes so therefore they did not dare to pick on him because even the grown-ups were in a way very superstitious. Rumor spread around in the orphanage, everyone who messes with him gets cursed for a lifetime. In his eyes it was some silly excuse not to befriend with him at all but therefore he was all on his own. He really became used of being treated like some unwanted object. Even through this behaviour of the other orphans hurt him the most, he kept everything for himself. Just when he remembered again how Sting made his first step towards him it made him realize, the blond boy with the sapphire-blue eyes was the only one who actually cared how he felt.
But that was now ten years ago. Now he was a grown-up man himself with a bachelor's degree in Fine Arts and still single. He worked in a small family owned company next to a delivery service as service man for computers. The uncle of his neighbour actually recommended him for this job after he'd been able to fix their computer in only a couple of minutes. This job was better than having no job at all to pay off the monthly rent for his apartment. When the Train finally arrived he just wondered why there were so many people on the move so early in the morning at all.
Inside it was really cramped and when an emergency break occured he was glad not to crush into the fat bold man near the entrance. Someone had stopped him doing so in the first place. When he looked up he stared in shining sapphire-blue eyes, blond hair and a bold grin resting on the lips. Why in the world was this man looking so familiar to him? „You're allright?" was the blond now asking him and he only nodded before he noticed his station to be announced. The other words the blond young man tried to concentrate on him got lost while he left the train. For now, he had to focus on his work, so therefore he had to blend out anything distracting his mind at all.
Until his lunch break he had almost forgotten about the blond young man who helped him out in the train this morning. Then the daugther of his chef assigend him with a job to build up, install and adjust a computer system at an address she gave him right away. On his way he was slightly confused about her favor she'd asked him to do. Twenty minutes later he arrived at a building that reminded him on the seat of some very important company from abroad. When he asked the porter where he should hand over the delivery a gaunt young man with darkbrown dreadlocks told him to follow.
Once they reached the sixth floor of this building he was asked to wait for a short moment. Then it striked him. It was the blond young man from this morning who walked now towards him and a radient smile rested on his lips. Without saying anything at all he did his work while the blond tried to chat with him. „You seem to be familiar. Have we met somewhere before?" was the blond man now asking him when he was finally finished with his work here and got up to leave as quick as possible. „Not as far as I can recall" was his only answer, leaving the building in kind of a hurry and on his way back to the company he noticed he forgot his clipboard and to ask for an autograph. The daughter of his chef will surely survive it that he had forgotten to ask.
When he was back at his work station he tried to force out the face of the blond man out of his head. In one point the other man was right in the first place. They must have met somewhere before but the only person he knows with this kind of features would live by now with his relatives in North Europe. So he tells himself to just forget him when his female workmate and the daughter of his chef started to scream out of excitement. When he looked up from his desk he noticed the reason for this commotion. A good looking blond young man with sapphire-blue eyes. Was he now in a way haunted by this guy? It was now the third time they came across each other.
„You forgot something" was the blond now telling him and he reached for the clipboard the blond man gave him back. „Thanks" was his short response. „Why is it, that this is the third time we come across each other?" was he now asking the blond right in front of him and a smile rested on his lips while they were facing one another. "Indeed, this is some funny coinsidence, don't you think so too?" was the blond now joking while showing off his radient smile again and something in this behaviour of te blond was far too familiar for him to believe it could only be a mere coinsidence. So he only nodded as an answer and hoped the other man would give up involving him into a conversation at all. In this moment the blond man leaned slighty forward, looking straight into his eyes and a slight flicker of enjoyment was now visible within these sapphire-blue eyes.
„You haven't changed a bit, Rogue" was he now saying to him still smiling at him and it struck him hard. How in the world could he missed the vital clues of his only friend from his childhood being right in front of him? „Sting, is that really you?" was he now asking half in disbelieve and right ther the blond started to laugh. „Seriously, whom did you expect me to be? Come Rogue, don't tell me you have forgotten all about me" was the blond now answering while a slight complainment was lying in his voice and now he was for sure he knows him quite well.
