The year is unknown, the time of year late winter. On a busy Japanese subdivision a man lays sprawled over a large piece of cardboard, the only things keeping his warm are a ratty old blanket and a single shoe. His once luxurious silver hair is shoulder length, matted and tangled. He tries to ask for change, but can do nothing. He has not the money for a marker to make a sign, or the ability to speak. He is rejected by the world for what he lacks which everyone else apparently has gained. He puts a hand over his mouth and coughs heavily. This might be the winter he finally perishes.
On the street he lies for hours,waiting for death to arrive. He doesn't even notice the sun go down, nor does he notice snow starting to fall. He believes that the darkness is deaths blanket slowly consuming him, and soon there will be a light to take his pain away. He continues to stare into the once busy dimly lit road. He finally sees something, a light. The man smiles, and closes his eyes. He is ready to die, and doesn't care what happens to him. Then suddenly the lights stop, and he realizes that it's just a car. A very fancy and luxurious car that has stopped for some reason.
The silver haired man watches as someone opens the back door, and out jumps a young man. Actually looking more like a child. Brown hair that spikes out a small amount in the back, and pale white skin. 'Is he an angel?' The man thought as he tried to sit up. Only to lose his strength and fall back. The "angel" runs up to him and puts a hand on his face. "Are you okay?" No answer from the man worried him, as he tried to lift him up. "Niichan! Help me get him inside." The man slowly loses consciousness as two beings lift him up.
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The man wakes up, and opens his mouth to groan. Of course no sound comes from his mouth as he slowly sits up and looks around. He is sleeping on what appears to be a white futon and sighs. Surprisingly that was the most comfortable sleep the man has had in 6 years. He stares around the room and sees a bed on the other side. Curiosity gets the best of him as he walks over to it. In the bed he sees the "angel" that had taken him last night. He looks around with a blank stare and wonders if this is heaven. He immediately shakes his head at the thought and sighs. If this was heaven he could speak, or at least make some sort of sound.
The brunette lets out a tiny yawn and slowly sits up. He looks over at Akihiko and smiles. "Oh hello. Are you feeling well enough to walk around yet?" The boy smiles, and so does the man. Slowly he puts his hand on the silver haired mans forehead and frowns. "Oh... you still have a fever Mister." Slowly the man begins to make weird gestures with his hand. "What?" The boy looks confused, he doesn't understand what the man is doing. "Hold on... Niichan! Niichan!" Within the next few minutes another person ran into the room. Looking very concerned behind his black bangs and thick glasses. "What's wrong Misaki?" The boy who's named Misaki looks, and points at the man. "He won't speak, and he keeps making hand gestures. I thought maybe you could figure it out." The older brother sighed and sat down on the floor with the silver haired man. "Now what's your name."
The man looks around nervously and sighs. "What were the gestures you were making at my little brother here? Will you show me?" The man nods and makes the same gesture. The elder one watches closely and smiles. "Now one last question, can you speak." An immediate side to side shake of the head answers his question. "Oniichan?" The boy looks at his brother nervously. "He was speaking sign language to you Misaki."
"But why Niichan?"
"Sign language is how people who are deaf or mute sometimes talk."
"He doesn't seem deaf though."
"Well Misaki, this man is mute. Now give me a minute."
The elder brother ran off in some unknown direction. Leaving Misaki and the mysterious man with silver hair alone in the room. Misaki smiled at him and tries to brush a hand through his hair. Frowning when it gets caught in a mat. The person who left the two alone eventually comes back with a pen and pad of paper. "There. Now he can speak to us without causing confusion." He sits down and so does the brunette. "Okay Misaki now ask him a question." There was a long silence before any words were even mentioned. "Umm... What's your name?" Immediately the man sketches out something and shows it to them. The writing is sloppy and a little hard to read. "U-sa-gi?" The man shakes his head and points to the last syllable. Misaki looks closely at it and smiles. "Oh Usami!... Ano... Is it okay if I call you Usagi though." Usami slowly nods, smiling at the bit of recognition he got for the first time in years.
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Okay so I'm going to stop here for today. Please R and R