So basically about this story is a kind of "Wait-and-you-will-see" kind of thing, so I will not spoil the later parts or chapters of this story! Excuse me if you don't find this well or not ^-^ But please, no flaming or I will seek your punishment - hmph c:. Anywho, yes this is a MelloxNear fanfiction and will possibly contain as much drama as I can.
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Chapter 1: Undiscovered.
So it was one of those days, the day of possible relaxation or depression for some. Other than that, to the side, a weak, diminutive albino-haired boy was just focusing at the livid cloth. He coercion the pale cloth as he glanced around and groped around the tiniest threads that crossed to create a pure large square of cloth. He thought as though it was rather soft, odd enough he hadn't noticed this before. He just closed his eyes, that was filled with hidden depression of loss, he just couldn't erase the thought of his own parents, he tried but only the devastating thought returned to his intelligent mind.
A small child cried out in the crib, only to be surrounded by the metallic liquid of rubedinous leaked all over the oak floor. Two adult bodies laid upon the hard floor, with a loudening thump against it. A different man had appeared, taking the child only to find out the little kid would not shut up at all costs. The man soon enough found the weak spot, hitting the child behind the head, knocking the weak boy out.
Next day, the child only found his saddened, gray eyes to wander around, finding himself in someone else's arms, only to smile down at the small, weakened child.
The male's eyes happened to fill up with beads of tears into the lower part of his eye-lids. He stuffed his head into the white pillow and only bled out water from his eyes, he couldn't let go of the memory. He soon enough happened to stop crying, he just gave a sigh, noticing how much he used to cry as a child from the lonely thought that always bothered him. No one probably would happen to understand his self. The small boy just looked toward the window and soon walked over with silent feet as he opened the clear window and cupped his head into his hands. Noticing the clouds shifting counter clock-wise of the world's ceiling. He suddenly felt the littlest drop of condensation hit his left cheek and stared straight up to the sky, he knew now he was not alone...the sky also understood how he felt.
"Mother...Father...Do you hear me...? If so, please stop leaving me so alone in this world, alone with my own thoughts...it is so unfair you let me alone, if only..." He began crying again and only whined as he fell to the floor with a bump and shriveled up on the floor as he groaned in despair and emotional pain. The albino boy had never been able to express this well, not even in front of the orphans of the Wammy House. He grasped on his stuffed bear that he was given as a child here. He suddenly felt as though, he wasn't able to breathe and gasped for air.