The Lost Boys:1
A/N:THIS IS FANFICTION. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THEIR PARENTS ARE (obviously I know them from X but this is TRC. This is my take on their back story.)
Part 1
CRASH! SLAM! BANG! It was another normal night in the Monou-Sakurazuka household. The parents were arguing as they always did. Arguing over their youngest son, Fuuma. While an athletically gifted boy, he didn't have the Sakurazuka magic and his mother wanted him to have that. Just so she had two sons with that kind of magic power. Of course the boy's father argued back that Fuuma was fine as he was and that not every child birthed to them needed to be the spawn of Satan.
The yelling made Fuuma reach over to his table and put his glasses on. He tip toed out of his room and down the hall before creaking a door open. "Nii-san? Are you awake?" The small boy squeaked despite all the yelling. Peeking further into the room he saw the bedside lamp on and his brother sitting up on the bed reading and with earplugs in his ears.
Fuuma crawled onto the bed without warning and clung to his brother who sighed in defeat and removed his earplugs before closing his book as well. "Scared again?"
Fuuma nodded. His elder brother sighed before allowing his younger brother to cuddle up to him and he returned the gesture.
"What's been said this time?"
"Mommy called me worthless again because I don't have the gift."
Seishirou rolled his eyes. Even if he was the supposed "favorite" with his mother, he knew it was only because two years ago when he was seven he had shown his own magic powers had emerged and now his brother was the same age and nothing. "You take after father, big deal, mom will get over it."
It was easy for Seishirou to say, their mother didn't try to beat the magic out of him. "I suppose father fought back with an insult at me?"
Fuuma nodded. "He called you the spawn of Satan."
Yup same as always. Their father liked Fuuma and their mother "liked" Seishirou. The older boy removed his glasses and placed them on the table.
"Sei-chan?" Fuuma locked his brown eyes on his brothers amber eyes.
"What?"
"Can I stay in here the night?"
"You won't leave me alone unless I say yes so go ahead...wait you don't wet the bed anymore do you?" The nine year old cracked a smirk, teasing his younger brother.
"Nii-san! I haven't done that since I was four! I'm seven now." Fuuma removed his own glasses and after a partially loud bang, the child all but leapt into his older brother's arms.
"Take them." He was offering Fuuma his earplugs.
"What about you Sei-chan?"
"Don't worry about it, just put them in and go to sleep."
"Thank you." One of them clicked the light off before trying to lose themselves to sleep.
End part one