Kyle: Here's a new story that I couldn't resist making.
Emily: I hope you all enjoy it.
Kyle: Anyway, here you go. It's pure darkspiritshipping.
Emily: And it's about growing up.
Kyle: I'm going to update Power Beyond Belief soon.
Meeting
Six year old Haou watched closely as his parents began to bicker once again. He flinched when his mother grabbed a vase and slammed it onto the ground. His father growled and began to scream at her. Haou flinched as his father's fist landed on his mother's cheek. He grew used to this ever since he turned three. His father always hit his mom when he grew angry. After that his mother would go out somewhere and come back. She would smell funny though, and she would be acting funny. She would stagger and after an hour or so she would collapse onto the floor. Haou had no clue exactly what she had been doing, but he knew that he would never go near what made her like that.
Haou sighed and walked away from the room; he could still hear the sounds of pain from his mother as his father continued to beat her. He bit his lip and stopped at the doorway to his room. Screams of pain echoed the hallways and slammed into his ears. He sighed once more and entered his small room. He sat on his bed which had wooden drawers attached to it underneath. It was a twin sized bed. He glanced around at the room and sighed. He wondered when his mother would stop screaming.
"I hate this," he mumbled. He stared at the window that let in the only light in his room since his parents always "forgot" to buy him a new light bulb. He knew that they couldn't afford it though. Ever since his father started gambling, they have always been tight on money. Haou quickly grabbed his jacket and walked towards the window. He wouldn't run away because he knew exactly what would happen if he did. He just wanted to go out for a bit and maybe breathe in the fresh air.
With that thought in mind, Haou opened up the window and hopped through. Since his house only had one floor, he easily landed on the ground. He smirked when he saw he avoided the bushes and small trees. He crouched down so his parents couldn't see him. Once he found himself across the street, he began to sprint away from the house. He had no clue where to go only that it would be far from his house. He couldn't stand seeing his father hit his mother one more time.
He began to pant as he finally stopped running. I've run far enough, he thought. He blinked and glanced over to the side. A playground, he thought. He slowly walked over and glanced around. A sandbox sat on the side of the playground along with swings. A jungle gym at the side of the park with monkey bars, a slide, and other basic jungle gym equipment. Haou sighed and slowly began to drag his feet towards the playground sandbox. He collapsed into the sand and ignored the sand sneaking into his shirt and pants. He just needed to lie down after that long run. He wondered how long he had run.
Not far, Haou thought. He had just turned six a while ago, so he couldn't run that far that fast. His short legs couldn't possibly take him that far. He may have been a six year old, but he was certainly not dumb.
"Are you dead?" a voice asked. Haou picked up his head and his golden eyes met with orange. The eyes held curiosity and humor but no concern or worry which made Haou scoff. Just another stupid kid, Haou thought bitterly.
"No," Haou answered with a blank tone. "I'm not."
"I thought you were," the kid smiled. He blinked then gazed around the park. Only two children were there along with two adults. Haou slowly stood up and shivered a bit when the sand in his clothing shifted against his skin. He wasn't used to the strange sensation.
The boy stuck his hand out, "I'm Jehu."
"Haou." Haou told him blankly. His eyes held no emotion and no care. He just wanted to spend some time alone with his thoughts. He never asked for a "playmate" to stalk him. He just wanted to be alone and away from all the screaming in his household.
"Where are your mommy and daddy?" Jehu asked curiously. Haou glanced down at the ground with a dark expression.
"Nowhere," he mumbled.
Jehu nodded, "Alright then. I guess your parents just don't care."
Haou flinched, "I know."
"My parents care about me though," Jehu smiled proudly. "They are always taking care of me."
"My dad just hits my mom," Haou mumbled.
Jehu blinked, "Why?"
Haou shrugged, "I don't know."
Jehu nodded and smiled brightly. He grabbed onto Haou's hand making Haou flinch a bit. Jehu then began to drag him towards the monkey bars.
"I can hang on these backwards," Jehu smiled. Haou blinked and watched as Jehu climbed up on the monkey bars and began to hang upside down. Haou watched with wide eyes as his parents both stood up and ran towards him. They demanded him to come down which he obeyed after a bit of pretesting.
"You could have fallen and cracked your head wide open," his mother hugged him. Jehu nodded and rolled his eyes while Haou stared with his mouth hanging open. His father began to scold him for his stupid behavior. Tears came to Haou's eyes as he stared at the caring family before him. He finally realized how small he actually was. He needed his parents and depended on them. He couldn't just be on his own. I need their love, Haou thought.
"What's wrong?" his mother asked him.
Haou just stared at her with wide eyes when he realized the concern in her eyes. He shook his head, "Nothing."
"He says his daddy hits his mommy," Jehu claimed pointing at Haou. His parent's eyes widened as they stared at Haou.
"N-no," Haou faked a laugh while rubbing the back of his neck. A feeling in his stomach told him that telling them about his problems at home would get him in big trouble.
Jehu blinked, "B-but you told me…"
"I lied," Haou lied. Jehu's mother opened her mouth to say something, but Haou knew that would be a bad idea to listen to them. Without another word, he began to sprint away from the playground.
"Come back tomorrow, okay?" Jehu called out. Haou didn't bother to nod. All he did was sprint away from the caring family. Jealousy, Haou thought. He knew that he felt that towards the peaceful family. He wanted his family to be just like that. Instead of his father hitting his mother, instead of his parents screaming, instead of his mother smelling and acting funny, he just wanted them to be a happy, caring family like those three.
He panted as he made it back to his house. He crouched down and slowly went to his window. He slowly pulled it open and crawled inside of it. Once he landed on the wooden floor, he quickly closed the window and sighed in relief.
"Where have you been?" a voice asked. Haou jumped and turned around to see his father standing there with blazing eyes. His fists were clenched and his expression held anger.
"O-out…" Haou whispered. "You guys were fighting, and I didn't want to-"
He felt the punch before he even saw the fist. His body went flying back against the wall as he cried out in pain. His father growled as he slowly walked up to him and violently grabbed his hair pulling him upwards. Haou cried in pain as his father held him by the hair. He held Haou up, so they were both eye to eye. Tears flooded in Haou's golden eyes as pure hatred was shown in his father's eyes.
"You little slut," he growled. "How dare you go away without my permission? Damn you."
Without another word, his father threw him against the wall. Haou gasped but it could not be heard with the giant bang from when his back connected to the wall behind him. He slid down to his bed as he held his sore head in pain. His father walked out of the room, and his mother walked right in with a frown.
"M-mama…" Haou whispered. His mother's eyes softened as she stared at her vulnerable son. She slowly couched down and held him in her lap. He began to sob onto her legs as she rubbed his sore head.
"Haou," she whispered softly.
Haou stared at her with the same golden eyes as his father, "Do you love me?"
His mother flinched at the eyes that seemed so much like her husbands. The man that beat her gave his eyes to his son. She remembered when they first met in high school. They had been a lovely couple with no problems until her teenage pregnancy. She missed the times when he used to touch her instead of hit her. She smiled softly at the memories. Her husband used to be so good to her. She glanced down at her golden eyed son when an idea slowly popped into her head.
"Sweetie," she whispered. "I'll love you if you do one thing for Mommy."
"W-what?" Haou choked on a sob, cursing himself for being so weak. He couldn't help it though since he was a little kid. His mother smiled as she began to slowly rip off her shirt exposing her bra. Haou's eyes widened as he blushed and looked away. His mother shook her head and grabbed onto his chin, forcing him to look directly at her. Haou's face began to deepen in color as she threw off her own bra.
"See right here?" his mother pointed her breast. "Remember when you were a baby? You used to suck on these. I miss that, so I want you to suck on them again."
Haou's eyes widened, "B-but that's for babies!"
His mother narrowed her eyes, "Don't you want Mommy to love you? Suck now."
Haou clenched his fists as more tears came to his eyes. He slowly placed his lips around his mother's nipple and began to suck.
"Lick," his mother moaned, and Haou did as he was commanded. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he continued. His mother placed her hands onto his and began to make them move around her stomach. Such cold hands… just like his fathers, her mother thought with a moan. Haou slowly let go and hopped off of his mother's lap, no longer comfortable with sitting on it.
"Amazing," his mother whispered. She placed on her bra and shirt as she kissed her son's lips. Haou gasped and her tongue dove into his mouth as it roamed it. Haou nearly gagged at the long tongue entering his mouth. When his mother pull away, a string of salvia connected them.
"Mommy loves you now," she whispered before exiting the room. Haou shut his eyes tightly until he heard footsteps coming towards his room. His father stood there with a smirk on his face.
"I saw that," he spoke. "Every bit of it, you whore. If you are going to pleasure your mom, you're pleasuring your dad too. Goodnight, whore."
With that, his father exited the room as tears spilled down Haou's cheeks. He remembered the kid from the park. What's his name? Jehu… he thought. Maybe he could go there and see him. It would be the only escape from this Hell. Haou nodded and silently agreed to himself to see the boy again tomorrow. Maybe his family would become like his own, and Haou would experience a true family.
Kyle: Hope you liked it/ hated Haou's parents.
Emily: This will be an extremely serious fanfic so there are going to be a lot of warnings.
Kyle: First warning, child abuse. Second warning, child molestation.
Emily: If you don't like things like that, please don't read this.
Kyle: Please review.