Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! Or any of its characters. If I did…well, then Amu wouldn't exist today (no offense to anyone who likes her).
WARNING!: THIS STORY (IN FUTURE CHAPTERS) INCLUDES YAOI (THOUGH NOT VERY EXPLICIT). IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI, THEN DON'T READ IT AND DON'T FLAME IT.
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Prologue
Since he was very little, Tadase Hotori was taught by his mother to never ever judge a book by its cover. She'd told him that appearances were deceiving, and like the sweet little boy he was, he believed her wholeheartedly. Though, at the time, he didn't really understand what she meant. He really just thought she was talking about books. It wasn't until he started elementary school that he really got what she was talking about. His father had died on a plane crash, while heading to England on a business trip. That happened when he had just turned seven. His father was never really at home because of his job, so Tadase never really knew him all that well. His death didn't affect him at all.
Again.
She became severely depressed. She began to stop eating, and locking herself in her room. Tadase would sit outside her door, sobbing, begging for her to at least come out.
She never did.
That is…until a suave man named Iwaki Hiroshima, an old business partner of Tadase's father, had taken an interest in working with the Hotori Company once again. Iwaki had come onto their doorstep, a blinding smile on his olive-toned skin. He was a handsome man—pitch black shoulder-length hair, dark eyes, and was rather well-built. Tadase was the one to answer the door on that fateful day the business man walked into their life. He was nine then.
Tadase stared at the man with large, curious magenta eyes. From the way the man was dressed—straight, red tie with a neat, black suit—Tadase already knew this man wasn't there just to say 'hello'. But, he still couldn't help but stare.
"U-um…hello…" the little blonde boy greeted meekly, trying not to hide behind the door. "…I…well, do you need anything?" The man stared down at him, his bright smile had turned into something Tadase couldn't quite put his finger on. The boy ducked his head slightly as he felt a familiar heat rush to his cheeks.
The man leaned down and placed a large hand on Tadase's shoulder. The boy's cheeks grew brighter.
"My name's Iwaki Hiroshima," The man said. His voice was deep and clear, filled with confidence. Tadase had never heard a voice quite like his. He thought it was strangely…soothing. "May I have a word with your mother?" Iwaki's voice broke Tadase out of his thoughts.
The boy stammered, "I…um…well, she's…my mom's not doing so well. She—she doesn't wanna see anyone."
Iwaki grinned down at him. "Don't worry," He said, his voice was lower than it was before. "She'll make an exception for me."
Before Tadase could protest, Iwaki had already made his way inside the house, and shut the door behind him. He stared after the man in wonder. Back then, he'd thought that there was something about the man that he could trust. Something that would restore his mom to the state she was in before the death of his father. Something…unique.
In retrospect, Tadase thought that letting the man walk into his house—an into his life—was the worst mistake he'd ever made in his life.