A/N: This story is supposed to give off a certain Cinderella feel to it. I was inspired, which came to make this. Reviews are appreciated. No negative ones of course.
Once upon a time in the land of England, there was a young boy. His name was Akihiko. Akihiko lived happily with his mother, but due to family difficulties on his father's side, he had to leave her. Not too long after, Akihiko left for Japan with his father, Fuyuhiko.
When he arrived, he met his elder half-brother Haruhiko. Haruhiko would always be cold to him. It turns out that having a brother from another mother was not a good thing, especially if your father is from a high class family. Fuyuhiko had also changed the way he was treating the boy. He was taught many things about the family business and was told to do many things that he did not want to do. Akihiko soon became unhappy with how much his life had changed so quickly. So everyday when he had the chance, he would go up to his room, look out his window and imagine a free life away from the pressures of his father. He would keep a journal to record his dreams, and soon that journal became stacks, stacks of journals with unseen imagination and happiness hidden inside.
One day when Fuyuhiko and the butler Tanaka came looking for Akihiko in his room as usual, they found his journals lying on his desk. Fuyuhiko looked in one of them out of curiosity and Akihiko came back into his room. When he saw his father reading his journal, he was furious.
"Father, why do you invade my privacy?" he said in an angry tone.
Fuyuhiko turned to look at his son in an eiree frown, "Is this what you do all day, locked inside your room?" He said as he held the journal out infront of him, "This is what you want to do with your future? Writing petty fiction is a waste of time."
Akihiko glared at his father, "It is not petty fiction, and what would you know about my future?!"
"You are to carry on the Usami family business with your brother just as I did and like everyone else before me."
"I never agreed to joining your stupid business in the first place, you always force me into things I never want to do!" Fuyuhiko growled at Akihiko, "You rotten child." With that, Fuyuhiko held up the journal with both hands and tore pages from it one by one. Akihikos eyes shift from anger to complete misery. He screamed at his father to stop as he tried to take back his journal, but his father kept it out of his reach. All he could do was watch his father rip his dreams out of his spine, tear some in two, and crush and crumble them with his feet. All Tanaka could do was watch the boy fall to his knees and cry silently as he picked up the pieces of paper off the floor. Fuyuhiko dumped the rest of the journal next to Akihiko and walked out of his room with Tanaka in tow. Akihiko hardly ever hid in his room again.