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Half Breed.
Chapter.01.
In this world, there are 'good' people, and there are 'bad' people; different human's classifying it differently based on their opinions - how they treat others, how they treat themselves; what they consider 'right' and what they consider 'wrong'. Is all subject to interpretation. That can change, as they grow and they age.
Though opinions - thoughts, are often based on the era and country you live in, the people you know, the people you don't know, and of course, the soul. All these things help make up who you are, and many won't notice it, many never do.
Sawada, Tsunayoshi is not one of them.
He is not human.
He is unwanted by his own kind, he is considered different and unclean; he is a half-breed. A mix that never should have happened, that blurs the lines of everything daimōn's were. He was a threat. And like any other threat that faced his realm, he was gotten rid of. His trust had been broken and he was left alone and afraid at such a young, delicate age.
He, was like what a gay was to a homophobic; frightening. Because what is not understood, is always looked upon with disgust, or shunned altogether. Tsunayoshi didn't understand their hatred, until the secret, that not even he had been privy to, got discovered. He had just been like everyone else; normal. He could walk around freely without hushed whisperings or sneers, he could start a random conversation without incident, and he could help someone without that action being frowned upon.
The boy didn't understand, and he never came to learn. For he was still the same as he was before, nothing had really changed. But that wasn't good enough; his blood was tainted, and he was dirty. It had only been a month after his nature had bled through, that he was taken to a nearby portal, by someone he loved, someone who had his complete faith, when his hand was slapped away and he was roughly pushed through the gate way.
To human world.
It had started alright at first, he would suppose later, he had been picked up by people called policemen, and had been asked where his parents were and what his name was; those questions had gone straight through the young boy, and before he new - before he could stop himself, he had started to cry uncontrollably, which lasted for a good hour before the pale officers could calm him down. But by that time he had gathered himself, and picked the pieces up; he understood, he knew he wasn't really human, and he knew that if they discovered what he truly was, that he'd be sent away again.
So he did something his mother had always been against, he lied.
He lied through his teeth, he lied and said he couldn't remember. Of course that had made way to all new problems, but he didn't mind as much; he just had to start over, he had to keep walking and he'd make it through. He didn't want to prove all those hurtful things true. He'd get on with his life, he'd be different from those daimōns.
It had been years since then, and he had grown; he was now thirteen years old, and he had come to find that his substitute home didn't accept him either; it was his own fault, he'd admit, for breaking the masquerade, and for once again revealing his nature; he couldn't bring himself to regret it though, not once since everyone had once again turned their back on him, did he regret it, he simply couldn't.
Though, as he looked up from the ball he had drawn himself into; trying to protect himself from the kicks and punches that were being sent to him, and looked up to his four attackers, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter towards them; he had decided since the shit hit the fan, that he'd never do something he didn't want to do - that he'd never throw a fist or show his fangs to a weaker opponent, and to date, he hadn't.
So he couldn't fathom why, why they still wanted to hurt him; he had never done anything to justifier any of this, not one bad thing could anyone put to his name. He didn't deserve this - so what if he wasn't like everyone else, so what if his DNA wasn't like everyone else's. He still had feelings; he still had a heart, and it was breaking.
Tsunayoshi quickly got tired of their ugly and loud voices, shouting with the bigots that obviously crawled in their throat, and died at some point; he was tired of the aches and the pains of his body; so he did the only logical thing he could think of - he went to sleep.
Waking up was a bitch, his muscles were stiff and heavy, while every other inch of him were bleeding and sore as one of his eyes cracked open, wincing slightly as he jerked and hastily closed it again; from sunlight hitting his retina. Those vile words echoing in his ears, while he groaned and his chest squeezed "Awake from your nap?" a deep voice asked, which made Tsunayoshi instantly alert as he sprung up, regretting the action though, as seconds later his back had was bent and he recoiled onto himself, and he was gripping his stomach. Painfully aware of the rough ground underneath him as he could feel, with his sensitive body, every little stone and dump.
Searching around where he thought the voice had come from, his blearily orbs latched onto dark figure, that was sitting a little way away, around seven feet, and sat casually on a rather large and bulky boulder, and as his senses grew stronger, the teen found himself freezing, the man was tall; at least three heads bigger then he was, and slim, but also board around the shoulders, and the way his muscles curved into sharp points; he could tell that the stranger had some experience with fighting.
Forcing his vision to sharpen, the brunet zoomed in on the stranger's face, the other's sharp features striking; his slanted and obsidian eyes were lax and barely visible under the fedora he was wearing, while he had pronounced cheeks bones and a narrow face, his raven hair just poking out from underneath the hat, as Tsunayoshi noted, that his sideburns were very unusual.
And after a few minutes of committing the man to memory, he finally felt ready to grouchily reply "It wasn't a nap." his tone was laced with ice, that would have had any ordinary person frozen to the spot; this was no ordinary person. But the brunet didn't feel like sticking around any longer to find out; anyone crazy enough to risk entertaining his company, was someone that he shouldn't be around for his own safety.
"Cool it." the stranger said in a monotone voice "you should at least try, to be nice, to the guy who saved your unpleasant ass" Someone trying to play hero, was what Tsunayoshi would have thought in any other situation - with any other person, but not him; he didn't seem the type, and without in mind, the brunet forced his legs into submission and tried to put his weight on them.
He was just as unsteady as a newborn horse, fresh out of his mother's womb. Which was ridiculous; he shouldn't have been this damaged, though, injuries added onto injuries were never a good thing for ones body. Sure enough, his knees failed him, and he was once again sent to the hard ground, the repercussions was a jolt of pain that traveled up his spine. Which made a yelp escape his lips, before he could stifle it.
"Well, sorry for being unpleasant" the teen grumbled, through his teeth, as he looked back up to where the stranger had been sitting, to feel his stomach churn; where did he go?. In the few moments it had taken him to recover, the man had moved from the rock and was now standing over him 'How the hell...' he thought, as he looked up to him, though his unfinished, unasked question would soon be answered as a familiar smell wafted up his sensitive, dog like nose - a smell he knew all too well.
Tsunaysohi mentally kicked, and berated himself for not releasing sooner; this man was no human. Not with that scent. No way.
"Now, this is what we get for being impatient" the man sighed, as he slowly and, if at all possible, gracefully crouched, and helped the teen in staying up right as his back muscles started to stiffen and complain, by the man wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him slightly on his chest.
The smell was closer now, and the brunet had to try very hard to not pinch his nose, as they continued to stare at each other, no words passing before he sighed "I can handle myself"
The man's eyebrows raised, before making a disgruntled noise in the make of his throat, and shock his head as if exasperated by something "'I can handle myself'. Well maybe I'd have more faith, if you had at least tried to run away. But you just laid there and took it" Tsunayoshi stared blankly; he doesn't run away, that was something he just wouldn't do, he may not fight back, but he had his reasons, what he didn't want was to be a coward "those brats were doing a very good impersonation of murderers"
"I'm guessing your going somewhere with this?" the brunet said dryly, though he knew what this was about, he had had this conversation at least five times from humans, and nearly everyday from the people who bothered to care. But he wasn't going to change because of it, call him stubborn.
The man scoffed humourlessly, rolling his eyes "Have a death wish, kid?"
"Why ask a question you know the answer to?. They couldn't have killed me, they're weak" Tsunayoshi replied, his chocolate orbs hardening "the only threat to me here, is you"
This seemed to startle the man for a second, though his guard was pulled back up as soon as he started to waver; like a flash, and in it's place was a smirk "So, you noticed?. I wondered if you had" the man said, his words oozing interest, though Tsunayoshi's attention was on the man's hands as his nails grew an inch, his 'makeup' being released, which made the teen tense "don't worry. I'm not here to devourer you" he whispered, making his fangs visible.
The boy was unfazed with the change of appearance, and now, since he could tell that the stranger's words were the truth, had lost his fear, though wariness and the cautious side of him stayed in place "This…is your nature…" it was a statement.
"You don't seem surprised" the man observed, his tone telling the brunet, that he was slightly disappointed by his lack of reaction, and maybe bored? "Your name?"
Now that, sounded like a demand "Don't you know, that your meant to introduce yourself first?" Tsunayoshi replied, his voice holding no emotion that the other could pick up on "you could at least try, to be nice, to the guy who entertained you"
The taller of the two laughed at that "Stubborn, aren't you kid?" he grumbled lightly, before sighing "-fine. I'm Reborn."
Tsunayoshi's eyebrow cocked, his head tilting slightly as he vaguely felt his neck grow sore "Reborn?…that's an unusual name for an daimōn, especially one like yourself" he commented, before relenting "alright. A name for name. You can call me Tsunayoshi Sawada"
The man's lips quirked, which instantly gave the brunet a bad feeling "Tsunayoshi Sawada?…that's an unusual name for a daimōn, especially one like yourself"
Translation/ Info. -
'Daimōn' - is Greek for "Demon", don't ask me why I'm not using the Japanese term, or even Italian would be better I guess...but I wanted another word for that, without it necessary meaning 'evil'. I'll go into it more detail in future chapters (soon).
A/N -
And here was another story that needed to be rewritten, sorry it took me so long to get to it; I hope it's better now, because like the first time I wrote it, I had problems with the beginning. So anyway, I hope I did this a little more justice.
Oh, dear, mistakes, mistakes, crappy beginnings; why did anyone start reading this? - I really am lucky to have such great readers who put up with me, I hope I can make it up!.
So, I can't really put a big comment; I want to rewrite the other chapters and finish them today, so sorry if I sound rushed.
I apologise if there are any mistakes in my spelling/ grammar, or if you find anything I have written offensive.
Thank you to everyone for reading this chapter - I hope you enjoyed it.
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