A seven year old boy sat on a small cot bed in blue flannel pyjamas and holey navy blue socks on the second floor of Rose Orphanage. Many other children lay asleep on identical cot beds, in the same style clothing as him and for them it was mostly different. Many of them were adopted, their beds taken by new kids who would also be adopted within time but this boy.. This boy had the worst of luck.
He wasn't ugly and repulsive, he was far from it with tanned skin, the darkest ebony hair and midnight blue eyes that held so much depth that anyone who looked could drown in them, no he was the best looking child in that orphanage. His misfortune came from his lack of memory and withdrawn nature. He didn't understand things as easily as the other children, they had all their memories. He'd woken up one day in a hospital with no memory of anything that ever happened. He'd woken up to find himself in the body of a seven year old boy with dashing good looks but no clue as to who or where he was. He'd woken up to hard luck and found himself miserable for years.
It had been a year since he'd woken up that morning, 10th of August but he had no clue as to who he was yet. He'd taken the name Mamoru, it had been the only thing he actually knew about himself. There had been a card in his hand when he'd been found, it had read "To Mamoru, Happy Birthday and wishes for many more. Love Grandma". They'd put that day down as his birthday, nobody knew that that day actually was his birthday.
And so, the little boy know as Mamoru sat, completely withdrawn from the world around him that confused him, upset and cold on his birthday whilst no-one really cared
Author's notes:
This does get happier as it goes along, Poor little Mamo-chan, ni?. Anyways, I wrote this because it's that time of month, no no Not periods, Baka. Mamoru's birthday. I've read it's the 3rd and the 10th so I'm working for the 10th because that's my uncles birthday hehe
Me and My Baka will be abandoned till this is finished, sorry