Hello there, readers! This is a fanfiction that continues TekkonKinkreet the movie in my own way (: The story picks up where the movie ended and now I'm concentrating on Black and White's life after the incidents. This chapter begins with a prologue that sums up the events that occurred in the movie. After that it will completely center around the boys life and their way into adulthood. Due to this, I'll rate this fiction to R, maybe as time progresses into M, because I have a lot in mind, and they are not very child-friendly.

This is my very first Tekkon fiction, and it's quite a challenge, because Tekkon has an atmosphere like none other! Enjoy! ^

The Sun barely arose from its peaceful slumber, radiating warmth and light. It was barely the crack of dawn, and the people were still sleeping in the town our story is taking place. While most of the people were still in the beautiful or terrifying realm of their dream world, there were people who were wide awake– the people who had a war earlier that night, before the beginning of the new day.

Even though Snake and his fellow colleagues were eliminated, the corruption his company brought was unstoppable. As he mentioned before, "The broken parts" were almost immediately replaced by new people, and began the repairs on the damaged amusement park without a second hesitation. His demise was just a small stumble in the corporation's plan. In their world, the words "grieving" and "respect" are nonexistent. Time is money. Money is power – that's how they work. And the more power you have, the more you can achieve in this world.

Defying such a powerful, merciless corporation such as Snake's is equal with death. There were however two orphan boys who stood up for their town – a district called Treasure Town. And these street urchins fought a war against the corruption in order to save their beloved city.

They are the "Cats" – a pair of siblings called Black and White. Black, the older brother, who's only believes are in violence and that his purpose in life is nothing else but protecting and taking care of his little brother, White. White, the smaller boy who tries to be physically as strong as Black, but his true strength comes from his little heart. This is the strength that makes him the good and wiser one out of the two, and keeps Black humanity in order aswell. However, health is not the strongest point of White – he sometimes spaces out and "talks silly talk" as his older brother puts, or in the middle of a night, he even mindlessly wanders around, making Black worried sick, and have him combing through the whole town only to always found him sound asleep in the car, which serves as their home.

When this new company set foot in Treasure Town, they immediately took steps in order to frighten them away. These steps soon made them realize that this new company was far more evil than they ever could have imagined. Going up against them turned out to be almost fatal – the younger one of the brothers, White almost lost his life. He got stabbed in the stomach while he was trying to run away from his pursuer. His older brother, Black couldn't find him, but White miraculously found his older brother just in time to be taken to the hospital with the help of the two polices officers, Fujimura and Sawada.

White was in coma for two long days. Black stayed with him all the time faithfully, knowing his little brother would want to see him when he first opens his eyes. After miraculously recovering from the stab wound, Black had to make a hard decision. The police and their care-taker, Gramps (an old homeless man, who took pity on them and served the role as a real grandfather) tried to convince him that this town was too dangerous for White and he needs a home and someone to properly look after him. After many days of pleading, Black finally agreed and forcefully, but regrettably pushed White away from himself, handing him to the police to take care of him.

This decision pushed both of them into an emotional turmoil. Black went on a rampage and began hurting everyone he could find alive and breathing, while White went unusually quiet and monotone. As the brothers' lives turned into a living pain, the amusement park kept building, and Snake's corporation was demolishing more and more houses, killing many homeless people in the process. The young orphan, in despair and clinging to his last bits of sanity, walked into the opened amusement park, where Snake's hitmen were already waiting for him. A small fight engaged between the two mysterious killers and Black. The boy was injured in the fight, and when he was about to receive the finishing blow, his mind finally snapped. He had envisioned himself his savior, the feared Minotaur, who turned out to be none other than himself – his Dark side. In Minotaur form, he killed the two assassins in cold blood – he still doesn't remember howhe managed to catch an arrow in mid-air and how he stabbed one in the neck, the other in the stomach. The only proof he had were the dead bodies, and that his hands were soaked in blood. After the fight, he had a mental battle with himself and his dark side. His redemption came from the person whom he thought he'd never see again: his little brother, who somehow felt the rage and fear inside his older sibling, and with an unexplainable way he managed to break Black's dark side's mental defense and call to him, triggering Black to remember White and remind himself he's not as evil as the Minotaur declared he is.

With the help of the two police officers, the siblings were finally reunited. Not knowing how he knew, White led Fujimura and Sawada to the playground, claiming that Black will be there soon to meet up with him. Mister Fujimura doubted the little boy first, but to his surprise the other boy did appear out of the blue – literally. As he was falling through the sky, White let out a joyful laugh, something Sawada, the younger police officer hadn't heard ever since White got separated from Black. After landing in front of them, the older one did not know what to do first, so he stood there awkwardly, gazing at them with large bags under his eyes.

White knew what was going on inside him. Words were not always necessary to White. So, with a chuckle, he stretched out his hand towards him with a toothy grin. Greatly ashamed of himself, Black was slightly reluctant to accept it first, but when a small breeze hit him and he looked at his little grinning brother he finally remembered why he wanted to come back in the first place. With a content smile on his face, he timidly took White's hand with his injured one, making the old Fujimura growl in disapproval of his wound. The young Sawada was grinning just as much as White was, happy for those two for getting back together again.

And this is the point where Black and White's new journey is about to begin…

Another small breeze passed by, slightly ruffling the clothes and hairs of the boys. Black was staring at his and White's intertwined hands, noticing the first time his hand was in pain (up until now, his mind and body were too busy to rush to his brother) and not because White was clenching his injured hand. As he continued to stare, blood to began to seep from the wound and slowly it tainted White's small white hand. The smaller boy gasped and both of the youngsters turned their heads towards the older officer when mister Fujimura's slightly rusted voice rang,

"That injury looks serious, Black. You must have a doctor to take a look at it and treat it professionally." a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips when he saw Black's rare childish pout , "White needs you more than ever." he added warmly. White took no hesitation in who's side he should take,

"Mister Fujimura is right, Black!" White yelled as he non-too gently pulled Black's hand away, not noticing the pained expression and the wince his older brother made, "I just gots a great idea! We go to hospital!" he continued with an excited and concerned tone. Sadly White didn't notice that pulling Black's hand is not so painless to him.

"O-kay, White, just let me go!" he tried to sound as normal as possible, but his sound was slightly high-pitched and a small tear of pain appeared in his eye as his little brother kept a firm grip on his injured hand. His voice did the trick, and White let go of his hand with a confused expression. Mr. Fujimura took Black by the shoulder and led him towards the exit of the playground, followed by a puzzled White and an amused Sawada. Even though Black hated to be touched by anyone besides White, as he looked up to the old officer, the man could see a hint of thankfulness in the boy's eyes as he spoke,

"I think I need to have a good wash up first." he said, shame passing through his expression, "I doubt the doctor would even glance at me while I'm in this state."

"Black don't stink bad to me!" White chirped from behind, making Black look behind himself to see his little brother walking with Sawada. He had a sincere smile on his face. "You only smell like a one day old garbage!" Black's face dropped and he turned back, cradling his injured hand, while Sawada was snickering beside White.

"Thanks White, I feel so much better." he sighed and tried to stop the bleeding with the handkerchief Fujimura gave to him that moment.

"You can have a shower at the hospital too. The public bath is too far away." Mister Fujimura said and they turned around another corner. As it was still very early in the morning, not many people were on the street, "The Doc will surely let you use it."

"Yeah." Black bowed his head, but that caused his overgrown darkened hair to fall into his face, frustrating him. How could he live with this long hair? Now everything he ignored all these months started to annoy him at the same time. The feeling of being unclean, his greasy hair, his bleeding hand…

"I can cut your hair if you'd like." Sawada offered as he saw Black's frustration with his hair. That took the darker boy by surprise with so much power he forgot to voice his reply and only nodded.

White chided in and started skipping in his walk "You needs to wash it."

No one replied to White's chirping and the rest of the small journey was uneventful. The hospital was open of course and they quickly rushed in as Black's pain was getting more intense with every step they took. He immediately forgot about bath – he needed treatment and fast! The same doctor who took care of White greeted them and was surprised that instead of the younger sibling, the older one was the injured now. He didn't question anything when he saw how pale the boy was and the amount of blood he tried to dry with the handkerchief. Apparently, he made a small trail of blood on the floor as he rushed in.

The Doc quickly ushered them into the examination room. The boy obediently, but wobbly followed him and was glad when he was offered a bed to sit up on. The bandage he always wore on his hands when he went to fight was quickly removed and tossed away (White picked it up) and the doctor gasped at the wound he saw. His hand looked like it had been impaled by a huge force.

"My boy… how did you get such a… horrible injury?" he inquired in a whisper only to receive a small grunt, signaling Black doesn't want to answer. Heck, he doesn't remember what he did most of the night!

"How's he holding up, doc?" Sawada asked and White hugged the officer's knee upon hearing the doctor's gasp. As Black let out a pained cry when the doctor used alcohol to disinfect the wound, Fujimura looked at him in pity. The older boy clenched the bed sheets and used up all of his willpower to not punch the doctor in the face. He was trying to help him despite the pain he caused.

"His hand… it looks like as if… something impaled it. It almost tore through his whole hand…"

Black's eyes widened. Impaled?Butwhen?

Then, in a flash he remembered. When he was the "Minotaur" and he spoke about power, an arrow was shot towards him. As the Minotaur, he envisioned that his savior caught the arrow by it's neck. But it seems like in reality, instead of catching the arrow by it's neck, he caught the arrow by it's head. And since it was shot with full force, the arrow almost tore through his palm.

Black yelped again and tears started to stream from his eyes when the doctor inspected his wound more. White gasped and held onto Sawada tighter, "I must sew it up… it'll be painful but…" he looked up at the boy in pity. Black's eyes were red in tears, and the bags under his eyes looked like luggages now,

"Just do it doc." he hissed through gritted teeth, "I need my hand."

The doctor nodded, "I'll get you a lot of anesthetic. " He turned to the others "I think it would be wise if White wouldn't be watching the whole procedure." While the two officers nodded, White immediately threw a tantrum. Luckily Sawada knew him enough to know this would happen, and immediately embraced the little boy who was throwing his arms and legs in the air.

"NO! NO! I'M NOT LEAVING BLACK! HE NEEDS ME!" he yelled and was about to tear himself away from Sawada when Black yelled too,

"WHITE." White stopped fighting in that instant and directed his gaze at his brother. "I'll be fine! Just go to another room, and I'll come back to you, okay?" his eyes were burning with determination as his little brother looked at him with confusion. "I'm not gonna leave you again, White. I promise."

That calmed the younger brother down, who nodded and let the young officer lead him out from the room. When he was alone with the doctor, he let out a tired sigh. He was scared, and he knew White knew of his fear. But he'll be damned if he'll show weakness in front of his little brother. He needs him now more than ever. He screwed it up big time, and he has to make up for everything White has gone through. With a small bow of his head, he closed his eyes, not even wanting to see the whole activity.

"Let's get this over with, doc." the doctor nodded, and grabbed an injection and a small tube of anesthetic.

"I'll try to make this as painless as I can, Black." he said in sympathy and positioned the needle into his palm. The boy nodded and the doctor began the procedure.

Even though his eyes were closed, Black still felt the familiar prick and how the liquid entered his veins. As the doctor worked his on to patch the tough boy up, the injured boy's whimpers echoed in the small closed room, making the doctor's heart wrench.

In the next room were Sawada and White. Mister Fujimura went to the hospital's cafeteria in order to buy something for all four of them to eat. White was now sitting on the edge of a bed, while Sawada was flipping through a magazine, making sure White would be able to read it too. It was a magazine about the latest celebrity gossips.

Sawada noticed how easy it was to occupy White's simple mind – he kept staring at the pages with interest, but never said a word. As he was reading, he let out a chuckle, startling White a little,

"Why are you laughing, Sawada?" the small boy asked. Still smiling, Sawada replied,

"I just read a small article about a famous actor who got drunk and did silly things. Do you want to read too? I saw how you are looking at this magazine." White looked up to him, innocence radiating from his whole self but not replying. The officer raised an eyebrow.

"What, these kind of stuff don't interest you?" White slowly cast his eyes down and murmured something. Curious, the officer leaned closer to him.

"I can't read." the little boy mumbled. Sawada straightened himself and looked at him, "Black reads to me always. He always reads fairy tales to me." he looked up to his care taker and gave him his signature toothy grin "He knows which stories I likes the most." His grin faded a bit "And he knows I hates the story of the ant and the grasshopper. That's why he doesn't read that to me."

That was the moment Fujimura chose to enter the room his hands full with edible baked goods. White immediately sprung up from the bed and Sawada closed his magazine and Fujimura bent a little down to give some snacks to the small boy.

"How's it going boys?" he asked as White began munching on a bunch of fried rolls. With his mouth full, White immediately began babbling,

"Sawada's reading! Didja know that I can't read?" he looked up at mister Fujimura with an expression that said that this was the most incredible thing in the world. The old officer was not surprised about White's inability to read though. If he was unable to dress himself, it was highly unlikely that he ever leaned towards literature in any way. White's face was full of crumbles and as the officer noticed, he hadn't swallowed anything he ate yet. At this, he scowled,

"White, swallow before you talk. It's impolite to talk with your mouth full!" White immediately swallowed what was in his mouth and grinned his wise grin again,

"Ham tastes great with strawberry jam, didja know that?" he chirped and bit into his roll again. His wise statement only made an awkward silence. Satisfied with the amount of wisdom he shared, the small boy began humming to himself and hopped back onto the bed. Moments later the doctor entered, smoking his cigarette. All three residents of the room turned to him. His presence made White stop eating, but he did not budge from his spot from the bed when he inquired about his big brother's health. The doctor let out the fume, his old scarred face lit by a small smile.

"Your brother is strong, White. But he has his limits." his face darkened a little making fear stir in White "I just don't know how to put this…" he looked sideways, making all of his listeners be in shock, fearing the worst, "…to not embarrass Black but… he fainted out of exhaustion during the patching up." he put the base of the cigarette to his mouth "It wasn't a disadvantage at all though. He did not feel any pain, and I could work on him easily." White let out a happy sigh knowing everything went smoothly. Sawada put an encouraging hand onto White's shoulder and smiled at him. The doctor smiled.

"He's going to be fine. He has to take it easy, especially not to put any pressure onto his injured hand and he'll be as good as new. But first, as I noticed, he has to catch up on his sleep. He seems like he hadn't slept for days." White thanked Sawada and walked up to his brother's savior while stuffing the remaining roll into his mouth. The doctor knew what White would ask and he put a hand on his head.

"Can I visit him?" he asked after he swallowed. The doctor only nodded, and the little boy immediately took off to Black's resting room. Mister Fujimura sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Those two are inseparable." he said as Sawada walked up to him, waiting for his order. "No matter what happens, they always have each other's back."

White arrived to the threshold of his big brother's resting room. He peeked inside to find his older brother tucked inside the bed. The small boy smiled. Ever since they were little they always slept in the seats of the car that served as their home. He couldn't recall any time he had a pillowed resting place, like a bed. He's been resting in a nice fluffy bed ever since he got severely injured, but not his big brother. White also noticed that his brother actually looked peaceful, despite the wound that was now taken care of. His hand was now bandaged up, no longer bloody and he was sleeping with his face facing the ceiling. Keeping low, he walked up to his bed, watching his movements, hoping he's not waking him up in the process. Slowly, he lifted the cover and slipped next to his brother. His response was a small groan and he moved slightly away from his brother, giving him space. White climbed in next to him and put the cover back on them. The older one mumbled something and turned his head away from him and continued his slumber. White grinned, and hugged him, burying his face into his shoulder. Black's response was another mumble and his head hit his little brother's forehead. The younger sibling sighed happily and drifted off into sleep aswell.