Hello! I'm alive, people!! I guess my reviewers are no longer with me anymore, huh? -crys-
This is a story inspired by the manga Air Gear, mind the word inspired. It's not a story of Naruto characters in the Air Gear world.
Anyway, I'm sure this will be a better version of Wing and Shadow. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Air Gear.
. Hane to Kage .
. 羽と影 .
Prologue
Why am I here?
Why am I born to this world?
Why do I… exist?
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A certain young men stood in front of his window, looked up upon the full moon, deep in thought. His eyes were dead, with no emotion on his face. Dried up tears can be seen on the two sides of his cheeks. He was holding a razor knife with his left hand, positioned it right on top of his right wrist. He thought deeply, of the reason of his existence. Every single day of his miserable life…
People scolded him.
People hit him.
People bullied him.
People despised him.
People abandoned him.
He didn't understand why. He never did. However, he did not give up on finding out why. Moreover, he smiled everyday instead. Even if he was hurt, he forced himself to smile to people. He wished for an answer. An answer with the reason he was hated by people; an answer to the reason of his existence. Unfortunately, the incident earlier has crushed the little boy's wish, and hope.
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(A/N: Warning, the following flashback contains raping between two adults and a child. Skip the flashback or just press the red button on the top right corner if you're still pure and would like to say that way.)
Flashback starts.
The moon light shined down to the big, busy street, a young boy was running away, fearfully from a group of bullies. It was just like an everyday routine. Walk back from school, get bullied and run away. It was just that, the group of people who bullies him will change everyday. He has gotten used to it. 'It's for the best.' he always thought. On that particular night, he escaped away from the group of bullies and hid in a dark alley beside a pub. There was where he heard two middle-aged adults talking about him, and the very truth that has destroyed his will to live.
"Hey Richard, remember that demon kid?" said a brunette with his evil smirking face.
Another brunette replied. "Yeah, of course, Jenson, everyone hates that kid." From his look, he was obviously drunk.
"Actually, even before he has been born to this world, people who hated him already exist." Jenson continued.
"Heh… Who would that be?" Richard ordered another bottle of alcohol.
Jenson chuckled. "It was his father. I've heard that he hated that child and abandoned his mother because of him."
"Well, he deserved that." Laughter filled the place.
The poor boy's tears fell against his will. He turned to run away from that place, from the cruel, cruel truth. Sadly, things kept on appearing to go against his will tonight. He was pulled back harshly with a rough hand and being pinned down hard to the floor. He looked up in pain, and was very surprised.
"Little demon kid, how dare you eavesdrop on us?" Jenson smirked.
The poor young boy was being slapped on face by the huge guy who went by the name 'Jenson', without any pity. The other man was ripping off his clothes after pulling down his shorts and tossed it away. The young blonde boy didn't even know what was going happen to him; he couldn't see their faces in the deep, dark ally. All he could see was the bright, beautiful full moon right above of them.
Jenson grinned evilly. "It seems that he desperately seeks for our attention." He threw away his bottle of beer, finally satisfied from slapping the boy.
They chuckled cunningly. "Let's give him, then." Both elder males started to unbuckle their belts.
Flashback ends.
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He has grown really tired towards all of these matters. He was really tired. He wanted to just die and disappeared from the world that he do not belong, from the darkness deep inside his heart. In fact, he had actually tried to give up a billion times before. However, what had kept him alive all these times was when he remembers what his mother has told him with her last breath:
Look for the purpose in your life.
It might be a dream, a thing or a person.
Anything that's important to you.
And when you have found it, it'll be the reason for you to live.
Just like your father.
"I'm tired of trying, mom." His tears rolled around his eyes.
The actual reason for him to give up wasn't because he was scolded by the villagers' everyday.
The actual reason for him to give up wasn't because he was bullied by his schoolmates, neighbors and even strangers.
The actual reason for him to give up is also wasn't because of the reason why was his bottom dripping some white sticky substances.
The actual reason would be that, his very own mother, who was very much beloved and trusted by him; who was the only reason he has stayed alive for, has lied to him.
He was always been told by his very much beloved mother that his father has always loved him very much, so much that the fact about his father couldn't be together with his mother and him all this time before was because his father was protecting him; that his father was protecting him from something dangerous, and from a place far away. Apparently, this was a made-up bed-time story.
"You lied about father, even in your last words." The poor young boy shed tears, with his whole body trembling.
He lifts up his sleeve with shaking fingers; he took a knife from his pocket and was ready to end his life that he thought, should not exist. At this very moment, a beautiful, black butterfly flew across the bright full moon so elegantly, added the colour of it's black to the plain yellowish moon; the colors matched one another so perfectly. It looked just like it was dancing, so fluidly, yet so strong. Most of all, it looked like freedom. He couldn't pry his eyes off of the graceful, perfect scene. No one can. He never had seen anything this beautiful in his life.
He thought, frowning. 'Hold on, I swear, I saw a freaking head, with freaking long hair, on that freaking butterfly,"
Without him realizing, that black butterfly has suddenly appeared right in front of him. But instead of screaming in surprise or being curious of how the heck did it get here so fast, all he could do was just staring at the black butterfly in front of him. The beautiful creature, with waist length raven hair, with pure black eyes, with a black dress, with a pair of black boots was smiling at him. This creature completely outshined the yellowish, bright full moon that was right behind of it. He rubbed his eye and tried to clear his vision a little.
He thought. 'I must be imagining things,' He tried to put this scene into words.
Now that he focused and looked carefully, the beautiful butterfly is actually… a girl, a girl who looked almost his age. He stared for it seemed like a very long time before the beautiful creature opened her mouth.
"Do you want to fly?"
All he could do was to kept on repeating the scene in his mind, where her mouth moved, and moved like she said the word 'fly', for once, in his very life, he felt like he knows how to lip-read. For it felt like a few hours has passed and he wouldn't know, the creatur-…, I mean, that girl was still waiting for an answer. Furthermore, she smiled wider at him when he tried to open his mouth and give her an answer. It was then that he realized he was staring. He shook his head to snap out of it. He was still debating whether if he was dreaming. It was impossible for another person to smile at him, nor even to talk to him and ask him ridiculous question like 'does he want to fly'. Well, of course he does. I mean, who doesn't? Right? But, still… Nothing is impossible to start with. In short, he decided to go with it, even if he was dreaming, he would like to talk to another human being normally; and if he really can, fly, like what she has done.
"What did you say?" he asked carefully, afraid that this moment might disappear any time.
She repeated her question. "Do you wish to fly?" Her face expression reassured him that this was not a dream.
He swallowed hard, to clear the lump in his throat. "F-fly?"
"Yes. Do you want to fly with me?" She smiled again, her eyes softened.
The blond was stunned. By her dazzling smile or by the fact that she actually smiled at him, he didn't know. He never expected a butterfly to stop him from commit suicide, ask him weird questions and smiled at him. No one had ever smiled at him, except his long-gone mother. But after her mother's death, no one has ever smiled at him. Smirk or laugh at him after teasing him or bullying him, yes. But smile from one's heart, never. She widens her smile as she walked closer to him. She stopped beside him, turned to face the same direction that he was facing, and held his waist.
"Hold tight."
That's the first time. He fly.
(A/N: So, there goes my OC. More might appear later but I'm still debating it. Those who already read the Wing and Shadow would know which OC I was talking about.)