'Shuuya...Shuuya?' the boy heard a soft voice.
'Coming, mother...!' he yelled back.
Shuuya Fujisaki closed his laptop and ran downstairs.
He hated to leave a project in between, but his mum was calling. Shuuya was straight-laced. He didn't have a special girl. He didn't want the latest Xbox or the latest model of phone.
All he had was a yearning for the truth.
He wanted to find out what his favorite teacher had been through.
Izumi Shinichi.
That man wasn't normal. He was different. He had a totally different view towards life, he...his whole aura...the atmosphere around him wasn't like others...
And seventeen year old Shuuya was inquisitive, adventurous and curious. He, too, was different. He could go out of human ways to do something. But he never let his parents sniff his nature. And he was proud of what he was and how he was.
'You called me, mother?' he looked at the middle aged woman.
'Ah, Shuuya...' she smiled at him, 'Sit, I made some tea for you.'
Akane Fujisaki, in her mid-forties, was an unusually young looking woman, with caramel colored hair that fell to her shoulders, warm brown eyes and a small beauty spot beneath the right corner of her lips.
Shuuya looked at his father, Ryousuke Fujisaki, sitting on the couch. Shuuya's brow twitched as he saw him.
His father was sweating, and fiddling with his fingers. Not what he usually looked like.
He was confident man with dark brown hair, having a natural highlight of a golden-brown strand and crimson eyes. Like his mother, he too, was unusually young appearing.
'Shuuya...' he told him, indicating towards the couch in front of him, 'Sit down.'
Shuuya suspiciously took his seat, wondering why the room smelled so fishy and what was wrong with the heavy atmosphere.
'Akane...can you be quicker?' he asked impatiently.
'Yes, yes...I'll be right over.' her voice sounded nervous.
'So...Shuuya...' he said as his mother sat in the couch beside him, 'We've to tell you something.'
Shuuya laughed softly.
'What's wrong, dad?' he chuckled, 'You are nervous about telling me something? I mean, you are nervous? You can't be telling me that I'm adopted, now, are you?' He continued to laugh.
His parents looked at each other.
'Shuuya...' his mother was looking at him strangely, 'Stop it.'
The boy took a deep breath, and stopped.
'Alright.' he said seriously, 'What's this about?'
'Shuuya.' his father said, 'How old are you?'
'Are you jok-'
'How old are you?'
'Seventeen.'
'And are you mature?'
'From how I see myself, yes.'
His father smiled, as if he was expecting it.
'You know about the parasites that had appeared around the time you were born, right?'
Shuuya was growing wild and excited.
What is he getting at? Did he...did he see one? Oh my god, I'm going to search for it.
'Yes.' he maintained a composed tone.
Ryousuke looked at Akane one last time.
'You were given birth by a woman's body that was controlled by one of those parasites. Her name was Reiko Tamura. She got killed, and you were given to us.'