Mosaic Masterpiece

Toko Tsuki / Eienakari

His head lulled dizzily, trying to make sense of the loud banging around him. Whether it was his head, or the club, he didn't know, but he didn't have enough time to speculate when he felt a hand come colliding with his cheek once more. "Damned, screwed up son." He finally made out, pretty sure the comment was directed towards him when he looked up and cleared his vision, the sight of a drunk, sick, tan face coming to him.

"Fucker." The boy choked, gasping as a hand collided with his stomach, "You're not my father." The fist knocked up his face, but he didn't stop himself from smiling sickly, the pain ignored.

"Just sit here, you piece of shit." Growled the older, who turned and made his way to the bar of the club, leaving the bloody-mess to slump down, forgotten in the dark corner. He sure picked a great place, the music blocked out the screams, and the corner blocked out of sight. The boy was alone and hurt, just like he always is, every time they go to this club.

But the turquoise eyes weren't filled with turmoil, they weren't filled with fear. They were filled with anger, and swirling thoughts of revenge. Another smirk passed through his lips as he blacked out once more, again being ignored by the happy crowd.

Prologue : God Broke the Mold

A/N: Hmm, just kinda thought I should, well, update this account? Ha ha ha ha woot! I've been dead… a while. Huh? Sorry guys! I've been… using this other account LOL, but since I feel bad for the Toko Tsuki name, I'll go ahead and write this one up. This will be the only chapter I won't use a beta, because my dear beta's out on vacation (I miss her!) And yeah. Hope you like?

Sounds like an angel.

The sentence ran through his mind as slightly comforting words surrounded his ears and mind. Like an angel, with the lips of a dearly beautiful one.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" It came up again, and the boy forced himself to open beat up eyes to the sound. There he was, that angel, the slightly tan, yet flawless skin, with the gleaming brown hair, almost unnatural spikes being the style. If it was with this kid, he wouldn't mind a one-way ticket to heaven.

"Uh yeah, where's the train to hell?" He asked sarcastically, hearing a burst of laughter from the other. He shivered to it, it was enticing, gorgeous.

"You must have knocked your head pretty hard." The second that was said, the sitting other felt like sinking, the sound of laughter and loud music returning to his senses. The sight behind his glowing angel turning into the club he fainted in.

"Damn." He cussed to himself, "You were so damn pretty I thought I'd have died." There was more laughter, but more in embarrassment, and by the redish look on the brunette's face, it was rather obvious he had been flattered.

"No, I just saw you on this corner a little out, there's no way someone like me could be an angel. Anyway, you're all bloody, did someone get mad at you?" Such a gracious smile was too unworldly for the older to believe the 'not an angel' part.

"Right, yeah. I sorta did, I guess." He helped himself up smiling as the pretty face followed his own before standing himself. Courteously, he held a hand out, an unbroken smile on his face, "Riku."

"Sora." Giggled the other, shaking the hand. "You're going to be okay, right? You—"

"Despite my looks, I'm very used to this. You haven't seen a tanish guy with silver hair around have you? He's my dad, and I'm suppose to get my ride from him." The silverette was going to add more when he looked at the sudden expression on the other's face. Shocked, and pale, the complete complexion of his angel traumatized. "Is there… something wrong? I know he's a freak and is very well known to this club and all, but…"

"No, Riku, it's just… your father's my date."

A/N: What was this? Less than two pages? Ha! I fail. Well, this is the prologue, yeah, you get to see how Riku and Sora meet, woohoo. Whatever. I'll write chapter two up probably right after I post this and take a nice well deserved bath. Yes. Yes. Sounds good.

I hope you enjoyed! I love my reviewers long time, reply, and hand out cake?

If you want I'll update by tonight since I've nothing better to do anyway. Or well, I'll try to. And from now on, I'll try to get my chapters at least 8 pages long? This is the prologue, people, nothing much! Haha… yeah.