"Rebellious Sky"
Summary: The Sawada has died in a car accident but their 5 years old son miraculously survived the crash. Growing up without affection for 3 years, he was quite the different person he was once used to be. Even so, his destiny to be involved in Mafia's world is inevitable. How do the mafias cope with the rebellious teen that would have the major role in their world? Possibly All27-slight AU-
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR. Just the idea. That's all.
Edited: 08/14/2017
Beta-ed by CiaoKawaiirina
Chapter 1
That day was such a usual busy day when people had many things to do and care about in their daily life. As a human being, they were solely focused on themselves, actually paid almost no attention to what was going on around them.
Yet a loud cry of metal scratching the ground easily caught them off guard. People instantly stopped at whatever they have been doing before and stared horrifyingly at the black car instead that was flipped down on the middle of the road. Everything was quiet until one soul shouted his lungs out, instantly breaking the silence into turmoil.
"CALL THE AMBULANCE IMMEDIATELY!"
Hundreds of footsteps kept getting closer and closer toward the unfortunate car. Even though they did not know who was inside, they felt the worry and the need to help them; a reaction that some humans called empathy.
The men tried with their full strength to flip the car back while the women called as much help as they'd probably need. Signs of relief passed through the crowd as their effort was paid off. Without wasting any time, they eventually rescued the people inside.
They cringed at the scene that was displayed in front of them. There were two people, a man and a woman, who probably was a married couple, bathed in blood. They didn't say it out loud but at that moment, the very same thought crossed their mind.
The two wouldn't make it.
That was when they heard the ambulance come. When everyone else was so distracted by it, one person saw a stir coming from below the bodies.
The man blinked rapidly before he hesitantly took a step closer to them. Slowly, he removed the bodies and eventually gasped.
"The...there is a boy inside! And he is alive!" He choked out.
Cry of surprises were coming from the crowd before they began to come in helping the poor boy.
"He must be the couple's son. His parents must have protected him from the hard impact." Someone muttered which received nods of agreements within the crowd.
After they took the bodies out and packed them safely in the car without forgetting the still breathing child, the ambulance left the crime scene immediately. People who wanted to come have occupied the white car. Nurses inside tried their best to keep the three of them alive until they reached the hospital.
The ambulance car drove at the full speed and arrived at the building in 25 minutes later. They quickly took the victims to intensive care.
The doctors moved professionally in handling the needed treatment. Ignoring themselves, they set a mission to save the unfortunate being. Dozens of red tissues kept filling the bin. The electrocardiogram displayed rather lowly on the monitor followed by the slow beeping sound which cringed the occupants inside.
Finally, after 30 minutes of treatment, the wounds have been finally closed off. Doctors were relieved but did not let their guards down. They kept monitoring the heart rate which was quite stubborn at keeping the pace. Even so, compared to their previous state, they looked much better.
But it didn't last long.
That one quiet night, the electrocardiogram showed a flat line. The long beep sound terrorized the whole area. Soon, the doctors found themselves unable to draw another line. With a grimacing face, the nurse cut out the wire that connecting the monitor and the body.
A heavy silence engulfed the room. The victims of the crash-accident have died.
Mr. and Mrs. Sawada died.
One of the doctors carefully pulled up the white fabric over the corpse before slowly walked out of the room. The last nurse switched off the lamp and took one last glance at them before stepping out. Closing the door behind her, she sighed quietly.
"How will I tell their son? Poor boy." She frowned before walking away. When the nurse was far away enough, a soft "click" was echoed around the hall.
A small silhouette was stood in front of the door inside the cold and dark room. Rays of moonlight which sneaked through the cracks of curtains were illuminating the said room, making it glowed vividly as result.
Soft brown eyes slowly lost their radiance each second passed as they stared. Their dull gaze settled directly at the beds, where two bodies lied rather peacefully, contradicting the boy's feeling. Small feet made their way toward the beds quietly.
Standing beside the bodies, the boy's small hands reached for the above edge of the white fabric before slowly and carefully lifting it.
His mother and father blank face soon filled his view. Those very faces that were always adorned with warm and cheerful smiles were now nothing to be seen of.
One teardrop successfully made its way out from the corner of the boy's eyes, followed by another one, and another one, and finally stream of tears broke out. Hiccups then echoed rather loudly because of the heavy silence that engulfed the room. Following his instinct, the boy bit his lips hard and cried with muffled sobs that he tried desperately to prevent, escaped his swollen lips.
"Ma…mama…Papa…" his cracked and trembled voice called out. His throat hurt, it burned, but strangely he didn't really care about that at all. Small hands clutching the white fabric, hard enough to make his creamy white fist turn into pale white instead.
"Please, wake up." He wishfully whispered.
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Pair of eyes shot wide open. Brown eyes stared horrifyingly at the ceiling as hard breath escaped dried lips. The owner then closed his eyes. Loud thump of heartbeat filled his hearing sense as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, wishing his heart rate to turn back to normal in no time.
After obtaining his composure, he opened his eyes that showed a lot of calmness than before. He then sat up, making the thin cloth of blanket sliding off from his rather slim figure for teenagers in his age.
A hand found its way to his soft defying-gravity brunet hair as a sweat rolled down from his forehead to his chin. Sunlight lightened his room, illuminating his own figure. His eyes stared far away as the horrid scene replayed again and again automatically. Gripping his own hair frustratingly, he whispered to himself.
"Why…why am I dreaming about that again?"
He frowned while unconsciously biting his lips hard, making it bleed in return.
"Damn it!" he cursed quietly. Not long after that, the alarm rang innocently as the clock marked 08:30 a.m.
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Author's note: Hello! Welcome to my first fanfic in KHR Fandom. I have been wanted to write it but did not have time. Fortunately, after this and that, I finally upload the 1st chapter! Yayyy~ ^^
Thank you for reading till the end! Till we meet again. Have a nice day!
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