Hello readers! For those of you that liked and have read 'A Brothers Conflict' this is a rewritten version of the story. The only true difference is that this story got a Beta/co-author now! She is on fanfiction, and her name is 'Yaoi-Expert'.
But she is super busy and so updates might be slow.
So in advance I want to say sorry for the late updates...
Now please be happy and read this chapter. Prologue.
Also neither of us own the KnB characters .
And please leave reviews so that they can motivate my Beta/co-author and I.
Please ! and Thank you!
Now on with the story.
Prologue-
I wish to tell you a tale; not of dragons and knights, princesses or magic, I wish to tell you the story of a boy who lost everything at a young age, a boy who found family in his friends.
A boy betrayed by someone who promised to protect him and how that betrayal shapes his life.
The boy I wish to tell you of was a cheerful and bubbly child, who love both his parents unconditionally as every child does; to him, they were perfect.
His mother possessed a beauty beyond compare, her hair blacker than any midnight sky, with skin as pale as the moon and eyes of the warmest dark chocolate that shined with love and kindness. Her job was to take care of her family, which she enjoyed, filling her day with looking after the home, cooking for her husband and son, and spinning tales of her home country,Japan, for her son's enjoyment. She loved her family and promised her young son that, no matter what happened, she would always be there to protect and love him.
The boys father, much like his mother, was an exceedingly kind man with a heart of 24carat gold and prized his family above any treasure conceived by even the wildest imaginations. He was a man of striking appearance, tall with sun kissed skin and eyes the colour of the iciest blue that overflowed with love and understanding and kindness; but what made him so striking was not his eyes but his hair which crowned his head in neon pink that but a flamingo to shame with the intensity and vibrancy of colour. Though the father came from a well to do family, he believed that money was not important and never flaunted his families wealth and working as a fire fighter so as not to rely on others earned money, though it was less about money and more about helping others that possessed the man to take on such a dangerous profession.
The boy I wish to tell you of bore a striking resemblance to the man known as father, the same sun kissed skin and ice coloured eyes, and although his hair is primarily neon pink, it was streaked with his mother's midnight black. His appearance verged on angelic with a sharp intellect from his mother that promised great things for his future.
The first 6 years of his life were filled with happiness and love... But it all changed with the death of his father... The father had always impressed upon his son the dangers of his profession was a dangerous one, and that if anything should happen to him, that he would always be with him as long as he was remembered, that he would always love his son no matter what for he was his son and that even if he were to go, the mother would always remain...
They say mother is the name of God on the lips of every child, that a mother's love is unconditional. And yet, in this tale I wish to tell, mother is the name of the betrayer, the breaker of promises that should never be broken.
Barely a week after the death of her husband, she abandoned their son to the world, the child who looked just like his father, the child who needed his mother now more than ever... The day his mother left him, was the day the cheerful and bubbly child shattered like glass under the pressures of a world he was not ready to be alone in, shattered under fates cruel hand...
Only to be put back together by those he now calls family, 2 brothers and a big sis to mend a wounded heart after 2 years of he, him and himself
The tale I wish to tell is of this boy; this betrayed, broken and pain stakingly fixed boy who found happiness in a family of friends.
I'd like, if I may, to regale to you his story from the age of 14 almost 15. I'd like to tell you of his trials and tribulations in this world, maybe even tell you of his joys and secrets if you would like to listen.
Will you lend my your ears as I spin you a tale of a boy in this world? Will you listen to his life through my word and hear of what his future holds?
For those of you interested, gather round and get comfortable, for this tale I tell is a long one...
