Ok, I thought of this fanfic at three o'clock in the morning Sunday night. Well, technically Monday morning but you know what I mean. I hope u enjoy it.
Judai tossed and turned in bed. He was having a nightmare. The same nightmare he gets every night. After a couple years of practice, he learned how to muffle his screams while he slept so his father wouldn't have to wake up each night and check up on him. Or maybe he just stopped checking. Judai wasn't sure.
Finally, Judai sat up panting with sweat drenched in his clothes. He had a nightmare about his dead mother. Someone had broken into their house and strangled her. But Judai was only a kid and didn't know what was happening.
The brunette wiped tears from his eyes and silently hopped out of bed and entered his mother's room. He and his dad built it to be a shrine for her but only the two of them could see it.
Lowering to his knees, Judai stared at his mother's picture. "Hey, Mom," he said in a trembling voice. "I dreamt about you."
Megumi, his mother stared back at her son with that award-winning smile.
"I wish you'd come home soon." A tear slipped down his face. "Things haven't been right with you gone."
Again, Megumi stared back at her son.
Judai sniffed. "I should go. School, and all." He kissed the frame and left the shrine.
When he finished his morning rituals, he headed downstairs and toward the door.
"Judai?"
The brunette turned and faced his father.
"Want any breakfast?"
He shook his head. "I'll be late for school."
"At least take this." Hiroshi, his father, tossed him a granola bar.
Judai smiled and put it in his pocket. "Thanks."
Hiroshi placed a hand on Judai's shoulder. "Watashi no yukan na shonen." Which was Japanese for, "My brave boy." (A/N: don't ask me how I know this. Just ask yauksiei, she'll tell u the story about me in seventh grade and came to school speaking fluent Japanese lol)
"Watashi wa anata daisuki desu." Translation: I love you.
Hiroshi smiled and kissed Judai on the forehead. "Go. You'll be late."
Judai jumped on his bike and raced to school. He entered the school and scurried to his locker. The sooner he got to homeroom, the safer he'd be.
"Hey, look! It's mental boy!"
Too late, he thought.
Takeru strode over to the brunette.
Judai tried to walk around him but Takeru blocked him. "Excuse me, but you're in my way."
"Yeah, so?"
"You're gonna make me and yourself late."
"You think I care about that?" Then, the boy ripped Megumi's picture out of Judai's pocket.
"Hey!" the boy cried.
"Aw, is this your mommy?"
"Give it back!"
Takeru held it up over his head so Judai couldn't reach it. "Hey, I recognize this chick."
"Give it back, now."
Takeru ignored the brunette. "She died a few years ago."
"She's not dead!"
"Judai, I'm saying this for your own good. She's dead. And she's never coming back." He laughed as he tore the picture to shreds.
Judai felt his eyes sting with tears. "You ruined her picture."
"And what are you gonna do about it, mental boy?"
Judai ran the other way just as the bell rang. Tears were falling down his face and he couldn't allow anyone to see him like this.
He ran out the building and bumped into someone who was taller than him and had teal hair.. "I-I'm s-sorry!" he sputtered. Then he continued running.
The boy, Johan, groaned. "Why was I cursed with this guilty conscious?" he asked himself. "Hey, kid! Wait!" He ran after the boy.
Judai was slumped under a tree with his head in his hands while he cried.
"Hey."
He looked up and saw the same boy he ran into. "What?" he croaked.
"Are you ok?"
Judai laughed a humorless laugh. "What do you want?"
"Huh?"
"Did Takeru send you to mock me?"
Johan was silent while he tried to figure what the boy meant. And who was Takeru? He hated being new kid.
Judai took his silence as a confirmation. He shook his head. "Why can't anyone around here just leave me alone?"
"But I--"
"Just leave!"
Johan didn't want to but it was obvious the boy didn't want him. So he left.
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In second period, Johan spotted the small brunette walk into the classroom with a late pass They had a small conversation and the teacher nodded in understanding. Then he sat in front of Johan and chewed on a granola bar.
After a couple of minutes, Mrs. K, their math teacher, called on Judai to answer the question. "Judai? Can you answer this question for me?"
The boy lifted his head up from the desk. He stared at the problem for a moment. Then, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kazumi, I don't know the answer."
"That's ok, Judai. Mr. Anderson? Do you know the answer?"
Johan took the time to acknowledge that the boy's name was Judai and he seemed to be struggling to pay attention.
"Mr. Anderson?"
"Sorry. Um, is it A squared?"
"Correct."
During lunch, Johan sat alone at Table 12 and watched Judai enter the cafeteria with a group of people laughing and throwing paper balls at him.
"Hello, mate."
Johan tore his eyes away from Judai and looked up at boy with brown hair, blue eyes and a hat.
"I'm Jim."
"Johan."
They shook hands.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" The Aussie asked.
"Yeah, sure."
He sat down.
Johan put his eyes back on Judai and watched in pity as he sat alone at Table 8.
"That's Yuki Judai," Jim said, taking him out of his eerie.
"So I've heard."
"I would get involved with him if I were you."
Johan looked at Jim with confusion. "You got some kind of beef with him?"
Jim shook his head. "No, of course not. He's a good kid. He just needs help."
"Like, general help or the special kind of help?"
"Both. Last year, his mother died and ever since he's been acting weird. He separated himself from Takeru and his posse and they all started mocking him."
"Wait, he used to be with Takeru?"
"Yeah. Judai used to be one of the most popular kids around."
"Wow. Has anyone tried to help him?"
"Yeah. I even went to Mrs. Ayukawa. She's the guidance counselor/nurse. She tried to help Judai but he's still the same."
"Geez."
Jim nodded.
"Hey, Jim. Who's this?" a tall dirty blonde girl asked.
"I'm Johan," the bluenette answered.
"I'm Asuka, nice to meet you."
"You too."
Soon, Johan knew everyone he needed to know for his first day.
After lunch, Johan was in English with Dr. Chronos. And big surprise, Judai was there too.
Dr. C. tried to get Judai to participate like all the other teachers, but he refused.
AFTER SCHOOL
Johan and Judai exited their last class and went to their lockers.
When Johan had everything packed away, he turned and saw a boy with such dark hair, it almost looked purple. He wore baggy jeans and a sweatshirt like he was a gangster.
He passed Judai and knocked his books out of his hands.
The brunette said nothing and bent down to retrieve his books.
The European dropped to the floor as well and helped him.
Judai looked up at Johan cautiously and took his books slowly.
Johan smiled to show he was to be intimidated by.
"Thanks," Judai said as he stood up.
"No problem," answered the bluenette.
Without another word, he left the school and rode home on his bike.
Judai took out his key and pressed the button to make the garage door slide open. Then he rode the bike inside and placed it off to the side.
He clicked another button and the door closed. Then he walked inside the house.
"Hey, Judai-kun," Hiroshi greeted.
"Hi," he answered glumly.
His father was used to this mood. "How was school?"
Judai was about to say, "Fine," until he remembered what happened that morning. He put his had in his pocket and he gasped when he found his picture of Megumi was gone.
"Judai?"
"It's gone," he whispered. "The picture of Mom's gone." Tears sprung to his eyes and Hiroshi wrapped him into a hug before they had a chance to spill over.
"How'd you loose it?" he asked gingerly.
"Takeru!" he blubbered. "He took it and ripped it up! And now she's gone!"
"Ssh, it's ok. We have plenty more."
He sniffed and looked up at his father. "We do?"
"Of course. We have tons and tons and tons and tons of copies."
Judai wiped his tears away. "Can I have another one?"
"Anything for my sweet boy." He kissed his untamable hair and went to retrieve the picture of Megumi.
Judai smiled. He loved his father so much. He sacrificed everything for him. He could only imagine how hard it was for him too. He had to sleep in an empty bed and be three people at once. A father, a mother and a friend.
Hiroshi came back with another picture and Judai placed it in his pocket where it would always stay.
"Now, start on your homework. Did you participate in class today?"
"Well, the teachers tried to get me to but I was either too lost in my thoughts of Mom or I couldn't understand the question."
"As long as you're trying, I'll always be proud of you."
"Thanks, Dad."
He smiled at his son as he started his homework.
Ok, that's it for now! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Leave a review!
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