Prologue:
I don't remember the exact day it happened but I think it was Thursday around the middle of the month or so.
It's hard to tell what day it is here in the junkyard.
I lean my head back as I sit here on the old slightly beaten up but ripped couch. I stare at the sky as the sun starts to set turning the sky into a nice orange and red color.
It seems like forever ago sometimes… Since the host club found out about us.
It was a fine afternoon that day.
Haruhi who is a part of our group had gone out in search of food. She had lost her mother at a young age then her father committed suicide after drinking too much. She had nowhere else to go and was left to the cold mercy of the streets until we took her in. She may have left our group from time to time since we were young when she joined but she has been with four families since her parent's deaths. She most likely wants a family but they abandon her or move away unable to take her with them at some point.
It's cruel…. This world is cruel.
I wonder what life would have been like if things were different… if we actually were a part of a rich family and went to Ouran with the host club never growing up in the junkyard.
What kind of person would I be then?
"Kaoru?" My brothers voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I lower my head to its proper angle to look at him as he stands in front of me. His hair is a little messy but still mostly brushed, the best we can with the broken hairbrushes we use or our fingers to brush our hair to at least look a little better. He is wearing black sweat pants that are like dancer sweatpants and he has on a baggy light grey t-shirt with a dark grey unzipped hoodie over top as well as worn down black runners on his feet. His clothes have small rips and small holes but what do you expect since we live in a junkyard. His hands are in his hoodie's pockets as his amber eyes watch my face.
"Hey Hikaru." I greet him. My outfit is the same as his but the colors are different. My sweat pants are dark grey, baggy t-shirt is more of a dusty grey color, my runners are black like Hikaru's and my hoodie is black in color plus I have my hoodie zipped up. I would be wearing my black pull over hoodie but until I wash it in the river to get it clean from the mud on it I have switched to my zip up hoodie. I don't mind wearing either one really.
Hikaru sits down next to me on the couch.
Our parents abandoned us when we were little so we don't really remember them but I had heard from some people that they died… not like me and Hikaru really cared because those same parents abandoned us.
We brought those living on the streets together, well not all obviously but mainly the ones that were worth it to help. Since then we have lived in a pack kind of group in this otherwise abandoned junkyard even if really out on the streets you mainly look out for yourself.
I happen to have become the head of the pack like group though Hikaru helps me with it.
"What were you thinking about?" Hikaru asks me.
"Just thinking about when we first met the host club and what our lives might be like if we didn't live in the junkyard." I tell and I turn my head to him. "What do you think our lives would be like if we were a part of a rich family? It doesn't have to be a rich one."
Hikaru looks to me then looks to the sky thoughtfully. "Well I'd bet we would be a part of some fashion designers sons. Knowing us we would distance ourselves and possibly join the host club after that Tamaki keeps bugging us. But you can't say anything for certain."
I smile and let out a small breathy laugh. "That's quiet the idea of what our life would be like if we weren't a part of the junkyard."
Hikaru looks to me and smiles. "Yeah but it's just an idea. You don't regret being a part of the junkyard anyways like me."
"That's true. I never would regret being a part of the junkyard." I agree laying my head on his shoulder.
We don't know how much longer we'll be able to hold off our home's impending doom but we will still live proud to name.
Our group…. We are known as the junkyard society.
