Well, here's a new story. Got inspiration and ideas from Hinamori-Amu-XX, as the original story creater. But as the other story has been discontinued, I decided to try my hand at my own version of the story. Hope you all enjoy!
Cold. An unbearable cold. Why was everything so cold? Where was the cold coming from?
And then . . . warmth.
Start of Everything
By:
2takuya
Eyes fluttered open, very slowly, revealing a deep ocher gold colored right eye and a bloody red left eye. Confusion settled into the face of the six year old girl. She was viewing a plain white ceiling, accompanied by plain white walls.
"Ah, you're awake?" A soft male voice spoke from the doorway, succeeding in startling the girl into a near heart attack, proven by the spike in an annoying beeping noise.
Recognition slowly slid across the young girls features, though not toward the dirty blonde standing in the doorway.
"You're in a hospital," the man spoke up, confirming her thoughts. "Are you feeling alright?"
To the man's credit, he had only found the girl passed out just outside an alley and had been kind enough to bring her to the hospital. It was only after they arrived and a doctor had examined the young girl had they discovered the scars that marred the young girl's body.
The look the young girl gave the man made it obvious that she didn't know this. But there really is only one way a person can react when asked how they're feeling while they're lying in a hospital bed. And so the girl stared at the man in incredulity, unbelieving what she'd just heard.
The man picked up on this and offered a half smile. "I saw the scars." Was what he offered in response. And, as if to make up for intruding on something personal, he offered his name. "I'm Nikaidou, by the way. Yuu Nikaidou. I found you passed out just outside an alley." The man, Nikaidou, explained.
The girl had stiffened at the mention of her scars, but seemed to slowly relax as the man introduced himself. The girl then realized that the man, Nikaidou, had stopped speaking and was waiting. A few more moments of silence and the girl realized that Nikaidou was waiting on her to introduce herself.
The only thing he received, to his disappointment, was the girl shaking her head.
The rest of the day passed by, Nikaidou seemed determined to get the girl to speak, no matter how long it seemed he would have to wait.
The week passed by much in the same way, and soon the girl was released from the hospital.
What she wasn't expecting was for Nikaidou to be waiting just outside the hospital in a car. Nor was she expecting her legs to carry her to the car and for her body to climb into the car while her mind was trying to stop her.
Nikaidou, however, was very pleased that the girl had climbed into the car, and he proceeded to drive back to his home.
He seemed to know that the girl had nowhere else to go.
And so, not long later, the two of them were going on a tour of the large house, which could honestly pass as a mansion.
The tour ended just outside of the library, where the girl seemed most interested in.
"Do you like to read?" Nikaidou asked curiously, gesturing to the books lining the shelves.
The girl looked at him in confusion, cocking her head slightly to the side as though she wasn't sure.
Nikaidou reflected on what he said and softened. If the girl really was mistreated by her family, then it was unlikely she knew how to read. She may not even know how to speak, which could be why she never introduced herself.
That idea was dashed, however, when a soft voice spoke, almost afraid of speaking. "You're sad." The girl spoke, her right hand covering her ocher gold eye, the bloody red eye peering into his eyes.
If he didn't know any better, Nikaidou would have thought that the young girl could see into his soul, or at least his thoughts.
He quickly shook the thought off, it being absurd, and smiled softly at the young girl. "What makes you think that?" He asked curiously.
The girl was gazing into Nikaidou's eyes, it seemed she didn't realize the tears that were dripping slowly down her face. "Amu can see your Nao. Amu sees a deep blue." Her voice quiet again, almost as though she would get in trouble for speaking.
Nikaidou frowned, confused by her words. He quickly shook that off though as he wiped away her tears. "I'm only sad because I thought about how you must have been treated at home." His words making the girl freeze up. He smiled slightly at that, slowly leading the girl to the bathroom.
"This Nao, you see it with your red eye, right?" Nikaidou asked, slipping into the bathroom. A small yes from the girl, Amu, confirmed his suspicions. "Then here's our solution. If you don't want to see it, then you can cover it up." He said, returning with an eye patch.
Amu gazed at it curiously before Nikaidou tied it so it covered her left eye, succeeding in hiding the eye from the world, and the world form the eye.
The next surprise that came was when Nikaidou offered to let Amu live in the mansion of a house. And although Amu was reluctant, Nikaidou convinced her to stay. Despite having a six year old living in his house, Nikaidou was quick to notice it remained quiet. Though he decided if Amu wanted to stay quiet he would let her.
He did notice, Amu would sometimes run into things on her left side, which he found hysterical, much to Amu's chagrin, which became a good way for the two to quietly and slowly grow closer.
Please be sure to Read and Review, reviews are important because without them I can't make this story the best it has the capability of being. That and I'll end up running out of ideas for the story, and then it will be another dropped one, making all the readers sad . . .