Disclaimer: I do not and will never own YnM, all the characters are the sole property of Yoko Matsushita. I'm merely borrowing them.

Hi, everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfic so be nice with the comments if you happen to find some mistakes. I'm really excited of this new project of mine, I already have a layout for my story. The first five chapters will be based on Hisoka, the second half will be Tsuzuki's if I get that far. Hope you all enjoy! And please do give me feedback, I'd appreciate it!

Pieces of Me

Prologue: Remember the Past

By: LadyYuina

Hisoka slowly crawled over to his usual corner and wearily looked outside the window. The sun was gradually setting, taking it's time as it made it's way below the horizon. The sand colored haired boy looked down when he felt the contact of soft, warm fur lightly brush against his left leg.

"Hey, Mamoru," Hisoka whispered.

Mamoru responded with a 'meow.'

"The sun is almost gone for the day, we can go outside soon." Hisoka gently rubbed his hand across his cat's back which caused Mamoru to lean into his caress and purr. "I'm glad they let me keep you. . . without you. . . I wouldn't have a friend." At that instance, vivid memories of the past flooded through him.

--Flashback--

"Hisoka. . . I have a gift for you, come look," his mother cooed.

Hisoka nervously stared at her as he felt for her emotions but none surfaced. She had skillfully concealed them; when she had mastered such a technique Hisoka would never know.

Inching forward, he asked, "what is it?"

"Come on, honey, he won't bite."

Peering down inside the boy Hisoka saw a scrawny weak kitten lying on it's side trembling. It looked to be on the brink of death. He was mortified.

"Don't you think he's cute?" his mother asked, clearly enjoying the expression on her son's pale face.

When Hisoka didn't respond he could feel his mother's anger in waves thrashing at his helpless mind. Clutching his head, he collapsed to the floor. "You don't like my gift, eh? Well, how about I just slaughter it and throw it down on the cellar with you? The neighbors were nice enough to hand this kitten over for you!" His mother ranted on and on, her face contorted with pure rage.

"No! Please don't kill it! I like the gift! I really do!" Hisoka pleaded. He got down on his hands and knees before his mother's feet. "I'll take good care of it!"

His mother eyed him, her anger subsiding somewhat but it still hurt him to be near her. She sighed in pity. "You're such a disgrace. . . now, take that filthy thing back into the cellar and stay there."

"Yes, madam."

--Flashback (END)--

Hisoka snapped back from his reverie as Mamoru continued to purr under his administrations. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I was given this power. Everybody treats me like a freak, all I ever feel is anger, disappointment. . . pity. Me. . . the first born son, the fifth child so far, the only one alive. . . and yet, "they" all hate me." As if on cue Mamoru climbed atop his owner's lap and licked his hand gently.

"Thanks, I needed that."

--Flashback--

Hisoka stared at the little sand colored kitten, the color that reminded him so much of his own hair. A small smile escaped his lips when the kitten looked up at him, a bittersweet smile it was. The kitten had the same eye color as him as well. He knew his mother did this on purpose. . . to get a cat that resembled him in more ways than one.

First off, he was small and weak much like himself. He was hated by all for being that way, just as Hisoka was hated for his empathy. No one wanted a runt; always considering the better bunch from the herd. The runts were simply put as 'outcasts.' The minority. . .

"Meow."

A faint cry.

"It's okay, kitty. I'm here." Hisoka told his new kitten reassuringly.

"Meow." Another weak cry.

"What shall I call you?" Hisoka asked. "You wouldn't want the name kitty, do you?"

"Meow."

"I'll protect you from harm, kitty. . . protect. . . that's it! I'll call you Mamoru!" Mamoru merely looked up at the excited boy with bleary green orbs. "We'll take good care of each other, just you and me, no one else, right?"

--Flashback (END)--

"Hisoka!" he heard his mother call.

"Yes?" He scrambled to his feet, startling Mamoru as he was thrown off his lap. "Sorry, but I can't let her see me moping like this in the corner. She'll get mad."

Mamoru looked up at him as if he understood him. Hisoka knew he would, no one knew him better than his only friend; not even his parents. . .

"Hisoka!" she called again. "Get up here now!"

"Coming!" he hollered back.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, Hisoka walked through the door and into the light, to his mother.