well I won't bother you with an overly long authors note but I want to thank anyone who found this interesting enough to click on. It's been a few years since I've written a FanFiction and I'm excited to get back into the community. without further ado, I hope you all enjoy the story.
Don't fly too fucking high
You'll get burned.
Why didn't I listen?
That's what I told myself as I lay beaten and battered. The man who practically raised me looking down at me with a look a shock, pity, and I couldn't see it now but an expression that only said I told you so. He kneeled down to lift me up and I laid as dead weight in his arms. I didn't have the energy to support myself so I just let my eyes slip closed and my thoughts drift far away from this place.
Back when I was a child, or rather something closer to a feral cat. I didn't remember my parents, or any family as a matter of fact, I just remember wandering around behind older ghouls and picking up their leftovers like a hyena or vulture. I didn't know how to hunt or kill, I just knew I was hungry.
Then came Tsubasa. I guess maybe he felt bad for me or maybe he was just feeling generous. He took me in and raised me like his son. He taught me what I was and how to take care of myself. He also taught me to never push my limitations. When I was eight he sat me down and told me the story of Icarus but included a lesson of his own.
Humans don't like us and for good reason. You look like them... Talk like them… they'll except you and maybe even befriend you but won't hesitate to do away with you when they find out what you are. Don't get cocky Kaito. Don't get too close to them, you'll just get burned.
He told me that same story a thousand times and for a while I never really understood the connection. All I could think was how unfair it was. Why were human kids taught to shoot for the stars when I was being told to not get too close to the sun? I should have listened but of course I didn't. I flew too close to the fucking sun and landed in a cold damp alleyway being carried out like I was that same weak, malnourished little kid he found all those years ago.
Pain throbbed in every nerve of my body. Blood dripped from my fingertips onto the asphalt as my arm limply hung, swinging with every step Tsubasa took. It occurred to me with some amusement that I must be ruining his pristine white shirt, he was always so finicky about getting his nice clothes dirty. I let out a hoarse chuckle from my bloody chapped lip. A small distraction from the hell I'd been through that night.
"Sorry about the shirt, old man…" I mumbled in a raspy voice.
Tsubasa looked down at me with an expression of both relief and annoyance as I continue to lay limp in his arms. I could barely muster the energy to open my eyes but I could feel that familiar look of irritation and it was comforting to me. My eyes stung as tears began to well up in them. Why couldn't I have just listened to him?