Just because I can
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A/N: Ahhh well I dunno it's Shinji/Akira in case you didn't notice or choose to ignore it YES that means YAOI (more on the shonen-ai side though) and if you don't like it I suggest you to leave NOW. I think later there could be a lil bit MomoRyo TetsFuji and OishiKiku or at least hints of those…
Now to understand who's speaking or who's portrayed you must THINK (at least a bit) and if you won't/can't/or are not in the mood to do that you better leave too.
When there's these line-thingies it's most of the time a scene or POV change. The italic parts are POVs written stuff thoughts are italic and have this '' and the bold are emphasized.
Well this is my first fanfic and my grammar sucks. Badly. (with a capital B). If there are spelling errors (sorry for those) that's 'cause I don't have a beta and my native language isn't English.
In which category does mind reading go? In supernatural? I'm not sure…
If I was too bitchy now I'm sorry but I have a headache from hell and was for the last couple of days in a bad mood.
Age:
Akira: 14
Shinji: 15
Ryoma: 12
Momo: 14
Tetsuka: 16
Fuji: 15
Oishi: 15
Kikumaru: 14
(I don't know the actual ages so I'll just go with these.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of this but the plotline.
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Prologue
Introduction
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Just because I'm deaf doesn't mean that I can't do other things. Well it's like I can do everything perfectly normal I just can't hear a thing.
It's not even like I can't understand what people say; I'm perfect at lip-reading and I can even speak because I've lost my hearing when I was six and still know how to regulate my voice volume.
But somehow everywhere I go, when people know about my little problem (because yes it is little) they seem to act different.
So I decided to just not tell them 'bout it.
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People tend to think I cannot speak.
Well it's not like that, I've just decided not to.
Why do they send me to this stupid psychiatrist again? My foster parents I mean….
I just don't see the point.
There's nothing wrong with me.
Just because my mother killed my father sister and herself in front of me doesn't mean there has to be something wr-…
…Ok well never mind.
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He sat there and waited to be called in for his session with his psychiatrist.
He didn't do much. He just sat there and stared into space constantly fiddling about with the strings of his black hoody.
When his name was called he stood up and went into the office.
It was a fairly big room with a large window on the opposite wall of the door. There were many shelves with too much books to count rowed alongside the walls.
He went to the couch in the centre of the room and lay down.
The voice coming from the psychiatrist in the armchair near the couch said
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"And Kamio-san how has your day been?" she said.
He didn't hear her of course (what deaf person would?) but she had placed herself right in front of his vision so he could see her lips and hardly ignore her.
"It's been alright, I suppose…." He answered bored.
"That's nice, I think…. Well anyways I have good news for you, Kamio-san! Some nice family would like to adopt you! Isn't that wonderful? They already have an adopted son and another! You're going to be adopted!" she replied happily.
With those sentences spoken all colour drained from his face.
"You can't… That's not… NO WAY!!" he screamed.
She of course mistook that outburst for one of happiness. "Well of course I'm serious! It's wonderful, isn't it? I'm so happy for you!"
He still fixed her with a you-can't-be-serious-stare.
'This can't be happening! Just when I came out of the last one…'
Memories of his last foster parents came flooding back.
They weren't the nicest of people. More like they were the mud under the shoes of those people. They were alcoholics. And the worst sort of them. That sort of people that were abusive when they were drunk. And who was there every time they were?
He.
And he got hit and hurt and had seen the hospital too often for comfort.
It took them a whole year to see that there was something wrong. ONE FUCKING YEAR! One year of hurting. One year of thinking he shouldn't exist. One year of wanting to die. And then the neighbours realized something couldn't be right, called the social assistance office and gotten his foster family in prison…
He didn't want that again.
Of course SHE didn't know about that little (because jet again it is little) detail about him. And she would never know. Not now that he is taken away again. After all he could leave her that little piece of ignorant bliss.
After a short while of staring disbelievingly at her he just dumbly nodded and was going to go up the stairs to pack his things when she tapped him on the shoulder and turned him around.
"Kamio-san don't you wanna know who your brothers are?"
"No, thanks…" he could already imagine how his brothers would be. With his luck most likely loud (that wasn't really a problem for him but still...) snotty nosed brats who think they are the centre of the world. 'Sweet don't you think?'
"Oh, Ok. They'll come tomorrow to get you. You better be ready then!"
"Right…"
With that he turned around and went up the stairs.
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Well you know normally I'm a pretty happy and bubbly person but that day I just didn't feel like it.
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They could've just hit him with a brick on the head and it wouldn't had made a difference for him. They just told him that he would have another brother. He didn't like the though on it's own but could deal with it. When they said that he'll be moving in tomorrow he had an internal nervous breakdown.
"Well isn't that wonderful?" his 'mother'said.
No, it isn't! He wanted to scream shout at her for even making that stupid suggestion but he didn't shout or even scream he just nodded.
His 'father' patted him on the back. Forcefully.
"See I told you he would like it!" he said to his wife went to her and pecked her on the cheek.
"Yes darling you did!" she replied happily and slung her arms around his neck.
Meanwhile he just stared disbelievingly at them turned on his heels and started to climb up the stairs.
"Ah dear! Could you help your new brother to get his belongings in the vacant room tomorrow? Your father brother and I will be out of the house!" she yelled after him.
He just nodded and went to his room.
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"I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now."
-Sophia Loren
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A/N: Well if that wasn't wired….
I think (or at least hope) that it'll get better soon…. It's rather short isn't it?
Three pages in word… but this is just the prologue and I think it seems a little bit rushed too -.- sorry for that.
Feedback is highly appreciated.
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