Note: Like most plays and stuff of Anne Frank, This starts off with an
entrance of Neo's journal, then turns into the story.
Hey. It's been a while since I've written in here...I've been pretty busy. Over the past month, I've been living with my father, or rather; he's been living with me. Isn't it so cool? I finally found me -real- family, but it wasn't all I thought it'd be. I thought dad would be the one I couldn't trust..But it actually turned out the other way. I guess I shouldn't think so negative, not like I do anymore much anyways. Lemme tell how it all started. It was really random actually...but it was ment to be...
Chapter one. Encounter
For any normal city person, it would have been just another normal day. But for him, it was torture. He was dragged from his solitude and peace of the quiet house in the forest by his newly married husband, and into the city of which he met him. He was not at all a city person. He wasn't raised it one, he didn't grow up in one. But, to please his partner, he agreed to go along. There were many interesting things, he had to admit, but it was so noisy.
"Neo, look at this." Kyo said, tugging on his sleeve.
Neo turned from his bored gaze of the public and back to the smaller boy. Boys, yes, that's all they were, hardly old enough to be married. Kyo was holding a beautifully hand-made glass figurine.
"It's lovely, Kyo. But I don't think it would be safe if we traveled around with it, ne?"
Kyo nodded sadly and put the figurine back down, continuing down the street. There was some big flea market or something going on. People everywhere. While Kyo busied himself with beautiful, fragile things, Neo looked about. Something caught his eye. A woman, and a young man about his age with her. The Male looked very much like himself. He'd seen people that looked like him, but not like that before. Even the woman, when she turned around, had features he had as well. The eyes, cheekbones, and body structure...Even the young man dressed a little like Neo. This confused him. How could someone look so much like him? Two people for that matter. It hadn't really crossed his mind until now, until he really thought hard about it. Who were his parents anyway? And did he have any siblings?
"Kyo, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go check out something over there..."
"Alright. Don't get lost."
Lost, hah. Neo could never get lost, no matter how many people there were. Much like a canine, he could track one scent out of thousands. Casually, the boy strode towards the two. Once he was near them, he acted as if he were just inspecting the things. Little wooden figures. Indian stuff. Neo felt eyes upon him. Obviously that other male was looking at him the same way Neo had him. Still, he continued to finger the figures, one after another. There were even beads, necklaces, and stones. He didn't mind this selection too much.
"NEO!" A voice shriek over the crowd, a females.
He looked up instantly, looking everywhere. Soon enough, a familiar face came running up to him, not really smiling, but happy, obviously.
"Akuma. Didn't think I'd see you here...in the city that is." He spoke quietly; gazing towards the others he had originally come over there for from the corner of his eye.
At that name. The name she thought she would never hear in her life again, the woman gazed up to the boy, who resembled her own quite a lot. She began to tremble lightly. The woman was beautiful. Long brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin. She didn't look old at all. But she wasn't really that old anyways. This was the day she feared the moment she handed the screaming bundle of life over to the Orphanage...to meet her son later on in life. A step was taken back into her son...the one she owned and grew with. He placed his soft hands upon her shoulders, looking down to her.
"What is it, mother?" The man questioned, raising a slender brow.
She motioned with her eyes towards Neo, whom was waving farewell to his friend. "Look, Sorren. Do you know who that is? Do you remember..?"
Neo turned around at the moment Sorren laid eyes upon him. They stood frozen for a few good moments. The same eyes were locked. Same facial features looked surprised. It was like looking into the mirror of the future for Neo, and the Past for Sorren. They just stared. Unable to think of what to say. Sorren knew. He was the oldest, and he was there when his mother gave birth, when she gave Neo away. But Neo..he hadn't a clue what to think. With the life he'd been through, growing up to think he was just created and not born...it was hard to believe he did have parents. Or siblings.
"Neo Onie..." The woman spoke, tears in her eyes.
At that second, neo snapped out of his stare and looked down to the woman. He couldn't tell if she was frightened, sad, or happy. He didn't even know her.
"That's my name. But how did you know?" He questioned, brows furrowing.
"I can't believe it's you. Nineteen whole years. I never thought I'd hear your name again, never thought I'd see such a beautiful face again. But here you are, nearly a man before my eyes. Neo, my son..."
It felt as if a dagger had pierced right through his heart. He gasped and backed away, nearly tripping over himself in the process. Those last words where unbelievable. But he had to believe them. It wasn't possible to say they weren't related. It was just too obvious. Sorren was in shock as well. This was his half brother. He had helped deliver him himself, not really big time, but he had helped. He was left speechless, Neo was too. What could he say? Surely not "Hello mother, I've never seen you, nor heard of you, but I still love you." No. He wanted to run, but he also wanted to just pummel her with questions. Who, what, why, when, where, how. Everything. But, his speech was not working. He'd just gone mute suddenly. What was he supposed to feel? To think? Love? Hate? At last, he looked up to his half brother, Sorren. He wanted an answer, but Sorren looked as helpless as he. So badly Neo wanted to embrace his brother and mother, to tell them his love.the love he never had or got to express. He wanted to just sit and ask.to find out what al he'd missed. To fill in the huge chunk of his life missing form his own story. But at the same time, he wanted to hit and scream at them. Punish them for abandoning him in such a place and not bothering to return. He wanted to run away from them...to never see such faces again...but it wasn't possible if his body would not respond. What to do...?
"Mother...brother..." Neo whispered, taking a cautious step forward.
Hey. It's been a while since I've written in here...I've been pretty busy. Over the past month, I've been living with my father, or rather; he's been living with me. Isn't it so cool? I finally found me -real- family, but it wasn't all I thought it'd be. I thought dad would be the one I couldn't trust..But it actually turned out the other way. I guess I shouldn't think so negative, not like I do anymore much anyways. Lemme tell how it all started. It was really random actually...but it was ment to be...
Chapter one. Encounter
For any normal city person, it would have been just another normal day. But for him, it was torture. He was dragged from his solitude and peace of the quiet house in the forest by his newly married husband, and into the city of which he met him. He was not at all a city person. He wasn't raised it one, he didn't grow up in one. But, to please his partner, he agreed to go along. There were many interesting things, he had to admit, but it was so noisy.
"Neo, look at this." Kyo said, tugging on his sleeve.
Neo turned from his bored gaze of the public and back to the smaller boy. Boys, yes, that's all they were, hardly old enough to be married. Kyo was holding a beautifully hand-made glass figurine.
"It's lovely, Kyo. But I don't think it would be safe if we traveled around with it, ne?"
Kyo nodded sadly and put the figurine back down, continuing down the street. There was some big flea market or something going on. People everywhere. While Kyo busied himself with beautiful, fragile things, Neo looked about. Something caught his eye. A woman, and a young man about his age with her. The Male looked very much like himself. He'd seen people that looked like him, but not like that before. Even the woman, when she turned around, had features he had as well. The eyes, cheekbones, and body structure...Even the young man dressed a little like Neo. This confused him. How could someone look so much like him? Two people for that matter. It hadn't really crossed his mind until now, until he really thought hard about it. Who were his parents anyway? And did he have any siblings?
"Kyo, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go check out something over there..."
"Alright. Don't get lost."
Lost, hah. Neo could never get lost, no matter how many people there were. Much like a canine, he could track one scent out of thousands. Casually, the boy strode towards the two. Once he was near them, he acted as if he were just inspecting the things. Little wooden figures. Indian stuff. Neo felt eyes upon him. Obviously that other male was looking at him the same way Neo had him. Still, he continued to finger the figures, one after another. There were even beads, necklaces, and stones. He didn't mind this selection too much.
"NEO!" A voice shriek over the crowd, a females.
He looked up instantly, looking everywhere. Soon enough, a familiar face came running up to him, not really smiling, but happy, obviously.
"Akuma. Didn't think I'd see you here...in the city that is." He spoke quietly; gazing towards the others he had originally come over there for from the corner of his eye.
At that name. The name she thought she would never hear in her life again, the woman gazed up to the boy, who resembled her own quite a lot. She began to tremble lightly. The woman was beautiful. Long brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin. She didn't look old at all. But she wasn't really that old anyways. This was the day she feared the moment she handed the screaming bundle of life over to the Orphanage...to meet her son later on in life. A step was taken back into her son...the one she owned and grew with. He placed his soft hands upon her shoulders, looking down to her.
"What is it, mother?" The man questioned, raising a slender brow.
She motioned with her eyes towards Neo, whom was waving farewell to his friend. "Look, Sorren. Do you know who that is? Do you remember..?"
Neo turned around at the moment Sorren laid eyes upon him. They stood frozen for a few good moments. The same eyes were locked. Same facial features looked surprised. It was like looking into the mirror of the future for Neo, and the Past for Sorren. They just stared. Unable to think of what to say. Sorren knew. He was the oldest, and he was there when his mother gave birth, when she gave Neo away. But Neo..he hadn't a clue what to think. With the life he'd been through, growing up to think he was just created and not born...it was hard to believe he did have parents. Or siblings.
"Neo Onie..." The woman spoke, tears in her eyes.
At that second, neo snapped out of his stare and looked down to the woman. He couldn't tell if she was frightened, sad, or happy. He didn't even know her.
"That's my name. But how did you know?" He questioned, brows furrowing.
"I can't believe it's you. Nineteen whole years. I never thought I'd hear your name again, never thought I'd see such a beautiful face again. But here you are, nearly a man before my eyes. Neo, my son..."
It felt as if a dagger had pierced right through his heart. He gasped and backed away, nearly tripping over himself in the process. Those last words where unbelievable. But he had to believe them. It wasn't possible to say they weren't related. It was just too obvious. Sorren was in shock as well. This was his half brother. He had helped deliver him himself, not really big time, but he had helped. He was left speechless, Neo was too. What could he say? Surely not "Hello mother, I've never seen you, nor heard of you, but I still love you." No. He wanted to run, but he also wanted to just pummel her with questions. Who, what, why, when, where, how. Everything. But, his speech was not working. He'd just gone mute suddenly. What was he supposed to feel? To think? Love? Hate? At last, he looked up to his half brother, Sorren. He wanted an answer, but Sorren looked as helpless as he. So badly Neo wanted to embrace his brother and mother, to tell them his love.the love he never had or got to express. He wanted to just sit and ask.to find out what al he'd missed. To fill in the huge chunk of his life missing form his own story. But at the same time, he wanted to hit and scream at them. Punish them for abandoning him in such a place and not bothering to return. He wanted to run away from them...to never see such faces again...but it wasn't possible if his body would not respond. What to do...?
"Mother...brother..." Neo whispered, taking a cautious step forward.