A/n: Woohoo! A new story! xD This idea popped up in my mind while I was watching a DVD. I don't know why XD because the plot of the DVD and the idea were completely different. XD
This is going to be a ToFu Fanfiction. Not TezuFuji. But hope you enjoy!
Hating me, loving you
"Aniki... I'm afraid... They'll find us anytime..." The boy started to shiver, and the older boy hugged him tightly.
"Don't worry Yuuta... Soon, nee-san will find us, before them. She said that she will be waiting, with lots of yummy food and lots of clean clothes, and lots of bouncy beds..."
"You promise...?"
"Yes. I promise with all my..."
The boy never finished his sentence. The small basement door broke in half, and strangers came barging in. They grabbed the younger boy by his arms and started to drag him outside. Screams of despair were exchanged between the two brothers.
"Yuuta...!"
"Aniki...! help me! I don't want to go! They'll take me THERE! Aniki!"
The older boy tried to fight the strangers who were restraining him. He kicked one of them, and he could free his left arm.
"Aniki...!" The younger one, tried to reach his hand out, but, the door started to close behind him. The older boy tried to struggle, but, soon, the room started spinning and started succumbing into darkness. The last thing he saw, was his brother's eyes, full of desperation, while he was being dragged outside.
"Yuuta...!...Yuuta...!...YUUTA!..." His screams were useless now. He felt his limbs numb, and only his own screams were echoing in his head.
The boy suddenly sat up. 'Those dreams again...'
He let a small sigh escape from his mouth. And putting aside his blanket, he got up from the small,dirty bunker. He looked outside of a broken window frame, that was used to be a window. Now was just a hole, which the cold air came in at winter.
The sun was still not present, so there was only darkness.
He grabbed a jacket full of holes and tip-toed out of his 'room'. It was a storing basement, filled with useless rubbish.
He quietly closed the door behind him,went upstairs and passed the living room. He looked around, for any sign of movement, but it was difficult since his eyes were still not used to the darkness of the place. After several minutes, he started recognizing the objects around.
His uncle was snoring on the remaining of a broken sofa. The table was full of leftovers, and now was full of mice, and bugs. His eyes shifted to his sleeping uncle again. Every time he snored, a strong smell of beer and alcoholic drink appeared. Near the sofa, there were bottles of wine scattered everywhere and his uncle was wearing the same filthy shirt he wore a month ago.
The boy put a grimace face. It was obvious that the scene disgusted him. Most of all, he had no choice but to live here.
He turned and slowly closed the door of the house behind him, and darted outside.
The morning air was cold and humid. The jacket he wore was too small for his size, but he didn't have another one. He took a deep breath until his lungs were full of fresh air, and started heading to the marketplace.
When he reached his destination, the place was already full of merchants preparing the daily goods. The place started to became crowded. There were people negotiating the prices, kids playing in a corner, and domestic animals roaming from one place to other.
He grabbed his pocket knife in his pocket, and approached a distracted merchant. He aimed for the small bump in the man's hipbone, and with a swift movement, he slashed, and grabbed the falling bag of coins. When the bag made contact with his palm, he dashed and hid in a small alley. He looked around, and when he made sure that the merchant was not following him, he opened the bag, and started counting the amount of his 'harvested' coins.
After several minutes, a smile crept up in his face. He got up, and continued his hunting.
After 5 successful attempts, his eyes shifted on a man in a gray, expensive looking hood, with a brooch containing a strange emblem. He tried the same method. Aim-cut-dash. It was a simple movement, but it required a precise arm motion, something that only a few pickpockets could made.
Unfortunately, when the knife cut the cloth, the man caught the wrist of the boy, and he gave a small yelp of pain. He tried to free himself struggling, but was useless. Then the boy tried a different method. He tried to threat the man with his pocket knife. But, when he got his knife out of his jacket, ripped the bags of coins, and they went flying in every direction, making a metallic sound with every hit, halting in the filth of the road. He gave a disappointed look, and using the distraction of the man as an opportunity, he kicked the man and dashed, picking up any coin that he could find in his way.
When he reached his house, the sky was tinted with orange, and signs of the first stars were visible.
He stopped running, and slowly opened the door, with the hope that his uncle is still asleep, or out in the bar drinking wine.
His 'hope' shattered in tiny pieces when his uncle was glaring him, standing up from the sofa.
"Oh, here comes my dear..." He stopped, and looked at the boy. He coughed once, and smirked.
"Ahem... Anyways,... what do you have for me?"
The boy sighed. And handed the remaining coins, that innocently jingled in his pocket.
His uncle smirked, and started counting them.
"One...two...three..."
He suddenly banged the table, and the remaining food jumped out and landed on the wall.
"Only four coins! That's not even enough to buy a cheap beer!"
The boy backed off in fright. It always happened. Not matter how many amount of money he got, everything ended in a same result.
His uncle unbuckled his leather belt, and approached him.
He started to back off again, but he only bumped with the wall of the house.
"You only earned this? Only this? With everything We, I gave you, you only give me four coins?"
Then he started to whip him. Whip...Whip...Whip...
He curved himself up, and tried to shelter his head under his skinny arms.
"Only This!This!This! You are really ungrateful. Yes you are!"
It hurt...It hurt a lot...with every hit he got, it felt as if his flesh was being torn-off from his body, as if his extremities were being cut off by a sharp blade.
The whipping act stopped when it was dark outside.
"You are nothing more than a piece of shit."
With the last words, he spit at him, and giving one last kick in his stomach, his uncle headed upstairs, grumbling.
He sat up with difficulty. He couldn't walk anymore. All of his body ached, with red marks everywhere.
He ran to his room, and closed the door. His eyes felt moist. He approached his bunker, and collapsed on it.
He slipped his hands under his pillow, and he took a letter out of it. It was sealed, but was yellow because of the time. The letter was signed with and elegant hand-writing.
'From your nee-san. Yumiko'
He couldn't hold his tears anymore. They started dripping on the letter, and the elegant handwriting started becoming blurred.
He curved up, and taking the letter up to his chest, he started crying.
He sobbed silently. The moon appeared and shone brightly. He sobbed until dawn.
Well, what do you think?
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hehe, It's so sad... Not my type of story, but I liked it quite a lot!
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