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PROLOGUE

There was a picture he took with him. A picture of his family. Or almost.

The sweet but distant woman that was not his mother.

The sister that poisoned, traumatized and used him as lab rat.

The unfaithful man who cheated on his wife, took a child of their mother's arms and then killed her.

Family that lie to him his whole life.

He wasn't sure why he kept it for so long, or why he took it to Japan. Maybe to remember himself what betrayal feels like. Whenever he felt alone, he used it to remember who was to blame for all the confusion and misfortunate in his life.

He replaced the sadness with angriness, filled the empty places of his heart with sorrow and resentment.

He does not regret it. His tears built him up, the hurt and bruises marked his identity, all the violence shaped him.

His wounds pruned him.

Once, however, he felt lost and wanted to come back.

Despite all the grief, his wish was to run back to their arms. Then it occurred him he didn't know those people anymore, and maybe has never known. Instead, he chose to ran back through his memories.

At three years old, during his birthday party, Hayato first noticed no one in his entire family looked like him. He had his father and sister's green eyes, but that was the only assemblance. His cousins all looked like somebody else: their parents, their grandparents or even their uncles. Not him. It felt weird, but he soon forgot it and went to play with the other kids.

At five, he felt that way again. Father asked to replace an old picture of them for a new one. Every time the two parts of the family - his father and mother's relatives - were together, pictures were taken. Those kind of pictures taken by professionals, with weird equipaments and fancy clothes. There was one with his grandparents, although his grandmother did not get along with his father, one with their cousins and one with just the four of them. Going through all those pictures, Hayato noticed again the padron he didn't fit in.

He wanted to talk about that with someone, maybe get some explanation to make him feel better. It had to be someone who would tell if anything was wrong with him. That is what doctors are for, isn't it?

On the next day, Hayato pretended he was sick so the doctor would show up. Dr. Shammal was a weird man who seemed to know a lot, and probably the only employee who didn't care about manners or Hayato's age and status. A single thought crossed his head: Shammal isn't nice but at least he is not fake. He already knew money made people treat them differently. There was something else though.

Hayato could not understand what was his father's job. He knew it was dangerous and related to power, which would make people fear and try to please his father. It also made life comfortable for them, with parties, trips, gifts, toys, big houses. More than once he saw guns. According to Nanny, guns were used to defeat people with bad intentions. Hayato would rather have his father safe and near.

The answer Hayato got was confused, as if Shammal didn't know or didn't want to tell him the truth. His words were fancy on purpose, Hayato guessed. Something about how genetics plays a part on people's appearance and can be difficult to justify. He also suggested Hayato asked his parents, since, as he stated, doctors are not paid to answer a kid's existential crisis. Rude, he thought, but fair. He never asked.

A few years after, Hayato still question himself on what their answers would be.

Lies. Definitely more lies.


Hi! I'm so happy to publish my first fanfiction! This is just a brief context. I'll be focusing on Hayato's story and his journey to overcome the ghosts from his past. Please, be sure to check my tumblr account for any reccomentations or critics! Comments here are more than welcome! Also, fell free to correct any grammatical error, since english is not my first language and I also use writting as a practice /br /See you probably next week with Chapter I and II!

xoxo,

Nath.