Hey guys! This was edited by rainyRay! Credit to her for editing. Disclaimer on Ouran, and me because I wrote this. xD
Running. We are running through a dark forest. I can't make out anything except the form of the boy pulling me along. I can't see where we're going. My foot gets caught in a tree root and I fall. The boy turns, and I can see his eyes. They're honey gold like mine, but the rest of his face is a mystery to me. He looks around rapidly. He looks back at me as if he's waiting. Waiting for me to get it. I begin to push myself off the ground. Out of no where at least ten mysterious figures jump out of the trees surrounding us. I fall back down out of shock. The boy's eyes meet mine. His eyes scream 'I'm sorry'. The circle of figures closes in on us. I want to get up but I can't.
"Be strong Kao," He whispers.
"You can't do this!" I scream at him. I reach my hand out to him. He turns away.
"Remember me," He whispers. He turns towards the figure in front of him. "Take me," He says to them trying to sound tough. The figure in fromt of him says something in a low voice. They lift him up slowly wrapping hands around his neck. His golden orbs hold mine, and slowly they turn a chilling red color. Finally his eyes fall closed and the boy falls limp.
The figures cast one look back at me. They then all turn and take off holding the lifeless boy in their arms. His name is on the tip of my tongue, but my mind can't conjure the exact name. Feeling lonely and defeated, I lay my head down on the ground, and start sobbing until I'm no longer concious.
I bolt up out of bed. I've had that nightmare ever since I was little. I don't know who that boy is, or what those figures did with his dead body. I sigh, remembering that I have to finish my family tree outline for tomorrow. Reluctantly, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and head over to my desk. I want to do this project real quick, so that I can hang out with my friends for the rest of the day.
I open up the family album that my mom gave me last night. I start filling the tree out on the template my teacher gave me. I leave my dad's side blank. According to mom, him and his family left when I was little. At least that cuts down half of my work on the tree.
It'd be nice to have grown up with a father. I won't deny that, but if he couldn't bother waiting around for me I'm probably much better off without him. I flip the page in the book. There's only four slots left on my family tree diagram. I glance down at the next page and I freeze. I'm looking at what should be my great-great-great grandfather, but there's no name written for him. No birthday, not even a death day. Just a picture of a boy that looks 17, and just like me. I touch the photo. It's faded from age and black and white. It is unmistakenly my face.
I pick the book and head down stairs.
"Mom!" I call as I walk towards the kitchen.
"What Kaoru?" I hear her reply come from the dinning room, and as I enter, I see she's seated at the table reading the paper. I open to the page and set the album on the table.
"Who is this?" I ask her.
When she looks at the picture her whole face goes pale.
"I-I don't know," She chokes out hoarsely.
She's such a bad liar. I study her face. She's staring at the picture saddly, and I think she may even be tearing up a little.
"Mom," I whisper. She looks at me.
"You look like him," She tells me. I touch her arm. She isn't telling me everything.
"Who is he?" I try again.
"Your great-great-great grandfather," She says. Though she still sounds a little sad. She touches the picture, and smiles a little bit.
"What's his name?" I ask her.
"I didn't think any pictures of him still existed," She replies, ignoring me. I can't help but sigh. I wasn't getting answers out of her, so I turn to leave.
"Kao," She says stopping me. I look at her.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Did you get enough for your project?" She asks, clutching the album to her chest like a precious item. It's obvious she wants the book back.
"Yeah," I sigh as I start to walk away. Under her breath I hear her mumble something really hard to make out, although I thought I heard Hikaru somewhere in there. I make my way back to my room and pull out my laptop. The screen lights up my face and the Google page soon lies before it. Hesitantly, I enter 'Hikaru Hitachiin' into it. There aren't many search results for Hikaru Hitachiin, however there is a facebook page. My hands shake although I don't know why.
CLICK
The page takes a while to load and when it comes up I'm disappointed to see a picture of an American boy on the page. He must be a Japano-phile. I click the back arrow with determination on my face. There has to be something! About 20 pages and 3 hours into my search I'm about to give up when I stumble across a news article. Full of hope, I pull the page up.
"17 year old Hikaru Hitachiin abducted from his own home on December 21, 1847. Authorities say there are no leads on who kidnapped him, or why. His family is devasted. Mother Yumi and father Kirito were found unconcious in their residence, while his brother was found in the woods in the same state. It appears the boys attempted to flee from their captors, and only his brother made it..."
Underneath the article was the picture from my family album. I shake my head. 1847 was a damn long time ago. I click on the article's comments.
"Did they ever find him?" -Kendyll, America 2001
"No, the mystery is still unsolved." -Times News 2001
"So tragic, and yet intriguing," -Ramona,Spain 2012
"I swear I've seen him before," -Amelia, America 2014
I breathe in. She's seen him? That's impossible. He was alive in 1847. It's 2014, and there's no way he's alive. Though I am interested. I type in a reply to Amelia's comment.
"Amelia, where have you seen him?" -Kaoru Japan 2014
Now I guess I wait.