This is my first attempt at writing something with multiple chapters. I may forget about it, you have been warned.
I'm not really sure how long this will be, or where it's heading. I've got a vague idea, but I haven't sorted the ending yet. If anyone has anything they would like to see in the story (within reason) then let me know, and I may try to incorporate it.
This will be eventual Kingcrabshipping. 'Don't like it, walk out' as Yusei would say.
It's set in some kind of alternate universe, and Jack's parents, as well as any other non-canonical characters that may appear, are my own creation. Apart from that, I own nothing. Unfortunately.
I'm rating it T, because there is likely to be violence and/or swearaging words in later chapters.
Anyways, on with chapter 1.
WE WERE YOUNG
The sun shines brightly on the picturesque landscape Neo Domino City Park. Birds sing in the trees, and the crème de la crème of society sun themselves under their dappled canopies. A young blond boy, about nine years old, but rather tall for his age, sits with his mother, bored out of his mind, idly pushing a little toy motorcycle through the dirt. His mother irritably slaps it away with her fussy, lace-gloved hand, lest he get earth on his expensive-looking trousers. The boy frowns and sighs, but stays quiet, knowing better than to pick a fight with her. He is Jack Atlas, sole heir to the wealthiest family in Neo Domino, and he is dissatisfied with his lot in life.
He doesn't care about any of these people with their comfortable, privileged lives and middle-class problems; he doesn't want to wear the expensive, tailor-made outfits picked out for him each day. Hell, he doesn't even care that much about inheriting his family's fortune.
To a nine-year-old, this is all incredibly tedious. His life is boring and repetitive, and he would give it all up for some variety. Adventure. Drama. Even for just one real friend. The other children are all in awe of him because of his high standing in society, but none of them care about him for any other reason than his wealth. Every day, Jack is surrounded by so many people: his parents; their servants; his tutors; various snobbish aunts, uncles and family friends who look down their noses at him and criticise various aspects of his person...
...and yet he feels so incredibly lonely.
Ignored by the self-interested rich families who are all deep in conversation about ballet and flower arranging and ornamental teapots; a rather small, scrawny boy sits on his own on a bench, hugging his knees to his chest. He has to be no more than eight years old, with lightly tanned skin, deep blue eyes, and spiky black hair streaked with orange. His thin body and too-large clothes are smeared with dirt, and his whole persona gives off the aura of someone who has been sleeping rough for a while. He just sits there, saying nothing, and watches.
That evening, when Jack and his mother are leaving the park, they walk past a little boy with striking blue eyes, sat on a bench. Jack looks at the boy with interest, and waves to him, saying goodnight.
"Be quiet, Jack!" His mother snaps. "Don't talk to him. He's just a dirty homeless person, he probably has germs."
Jack walks home, the little homeless boy with the blue eyes hovering somewhere at the back of his mind.
The next morning, Jack picks a wild flower in his garden. It is small and delicate but tough to survive their gardener's weeding amnesties, and its petals are royal blue. Something about the colour appeals to Jack, but he has forgotten why.
So... that's the first chapter done. I'm not sure when the next one will be up, maybe tomorrow or the weekend.
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And that's all I have to say, except that I appear to have developed an obsession with caramelldansen.