Lost
Purpose - This is Seii's birthday fic! I know it's already past…but I feel bad that I didn't get to wish her happy birthday! So, here's my apology. A fic! Also a present…
Author Note - Don't kill me if the descriptions of computer stuff stinks, okay?
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Izzy hit the start button with his computer cursor. Up came the menu. Izzy chose the first item that came up, with was shut down. The screen got a hazy black background color and the shut down box appeared. Izzy was about to hit the 'OK' button, when his memory struck him again.
"No," Izzy murmured, "I wanted to forget."
Izzy brought his knees up to his chest and hugged his legs. He rested his head on his knees and closed his eyes. He tried to remember something else. Anything else. His multiplication tables, his spelling words, website URLs that he liked. Anything.
It almost never worked though. The memory still came on strong. Like a bulldozer about to bulldoze a house. Nothing could stop it. And so, the memory bulldozed past his attempts to think about something else.
What was so horrible about the memory? It was the horrid memory that told him that he didn't belong here. That the people that he thought of as his parents weren't really his parents. He found this out when he was four, but he didn't tell anyone.
He just wanted to forget. Put his life back together. Only he couldn't. He had tried, he really did. It worked, too. Only to a certain point, though. He forgot the exact words his parents said, but he still remembered they're meaning. They seemed to shout out at him 'You're adopted! You don't belong! You're parents don't really love you!'.
Izzy's eyes shut tightly. He was trying not to cry. A small tear escaped, despite his efforts. He turned his head and wiped it away with the cloth on his knees. He uncurled himself and looked back at the laptop's screen.
The screen saver had kicked in, and now the screen showed the time and date. It was 11 o' clock. Supposedly too late for an eight-year-old to be awake. It didn't matter to Izzy, though. He wiggled the mouse and saw the shut down box appear. He clicked 'Cancel'.
Afterwards, he clicked the 'Internet Explorer' icon on his desktop menu. Up came the dial-up box, and Izzy heard the familiar sounds of dialing into the internet. When the noise disappeared, Izumi Koushirou lost himself in a world where his worries disappeared.