So guys, get this. It's Em, and this is not another chapter of FIW. Yeah, I'm sorry. There is no excuse for my actions. I just am in love with this game, really ship these characters, and started writing this at midnight this morning. I now have almost three chapters done and there was no way in hell that I was not going to post it. FIW is coming along, just very slowly. Like Ri-kun's and K-chan's relationship in the manga.
I wrote this kinda-sorta-not really-loosely based off another FF for this pairing I read where the setting was a bit different and so were the character. And well, it really wasn't my personal cuppa tea. So I wrote this. . . when I should have been sleeping. . . Great life lesson guys. Best work comes out of those who are sleep deprived, but don't listen to my advice on sleep.
Warning: Abuse, implied and some in there. Not too bad. And it really won't be that bad, I have a hard time reading abuse scenes, much less writing them. Also a TON of swearing, beware the potty mouths. There will be Yaoi later, but this is me writing it, so what did you expect?
Disclaimer: This belongs to Square Enix, and that other person that partnered with them to make it, because, you know, they own it. I would LOVE to own it. . . but I can't. . . which sucks. . .
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Chapter 1-
I hold him close. A darling little angel, protected from the world. As long as I was his- and him mine, I would protect him with every fiber of my being.
-REWIND-
"Bitch! Get UP!"" He groans and sits up. Aware to his abuse, but not much else.
"Bitch! Dammit, you BETTER be moving! Or I will come up there and beat your ass!"
He freezes, unsure now of his actions, "I'm up." he tentatively calls back down. He's never tentative. Only around them.
"Then get dressed and cart your ass down here, you good-for-nothing brat!"
"Yes Ma'am," He swallows, "I'll be right down." He launches out of bed, grabbing the nearest article of semi-clean clothing- struggling to pull on his pants and shirt in his hurry to move fast- to please the very impatient woman downstairs.
He's on the main floor in no time flat, but his mother still gives him a glare as he enters the kitchen.
"'Bout time. Make breakfast, Sweetheart will be home soon."
"Yes Ma'am." He replies, and his head snaps to the side in pain as she slaps him across the face.
"Don't call me 'Ma'am'. It makes me sound old." She snaps.
"Yes." He changes meekly, adverting his eyes to the ground.
"Yes, what?" She growls at him.
"Yes, Miss."
"Better." She turns when she hears the front door open, and quickly makes her way to the front room, "Sweetheart!"
He turns to the stove, quickly turning on the burner and putting down a pan and eggs. His step-father's favourite breakfast.
"Hey, Hun! Where's the brat?"
"Kitchen, like he should be." His mother tells the man, who then strides into the kitchen.
"Shouldn't you be at school, Bitch?" The man accuses him.
"Making breakfast, Sir." He's always compliant at home.
I wish that he'd give them the whole 'one, two' thing. If I were able to, I'd show them absolutely no mercy. . .
"Breakfast, Bitch?"
"Yes, Sir." He cracks another egg into the pan.
The man pushes him out of the way, "You're doing it wrong!" he roars turning to the boy, "Get the fuck out of my house. I don't want to see your ugly mug right now!"
The boy backs out of the room, making a run for the front door. Slipping on his shoes he grabs his bag and hightails it out the door.
He got off easy this time. Next time it might be worse.
He attends school like a good boy. Dealing with only the half-assed shit of others. After, he makes the trek through Shibuya to the Wildkat. The only place where he feels safe.
"Hey." Sanae greets him as the boy enters through the front door. I stand next to him, watching.
The topics they chat about are graffiti art and music, topics that dulled me when not on the right objects. Soon they drift toward the fresh bandage on his cheek. He skates around the story until he finally says that he has to leave.
"Phones," Sanae calls out, stopping him at the door, "What do you believe in?"
"Myself." The best straight answer to come from his mouth.
Sanae scratches the top of his head, "No, I mean like God and all that shit."
He smiles sadly at Sanae, "Not at all. The only thing that I can believe in is myself."
I feel myself flicker, but choose to adamantly ignore it.
He opens the door and the bell jingles, but he takes one last look at Sanae.
"Thanks, Mr. Hanekoma." He gives him a partial smile.
"Not at all, Neku." He smiles back.
Soon after he leaves, Sanae turns to me and nods, "You know what to do boss. You least of all can afford to flicker out."
"How do you know that?" I look at him, turning my gaze away from the door.
"Because I know who are."
"Does that mean I have permission to act?"
Sanae sighs, "You're the one who gives the permission, J. Perks of your job. You were just waiting for the right time. To see if things could be righted without your interference. But he needs a Gurdian. And what better Angel is there to do the job?"
"Plenty." I laugh, humourously.
"But you're his. Don't blow it."
"You give me too much credit." I sigh, "I'll see what I can do."
"You do that, J." Sanae tells to my dissipating figure.
I appear back in front of the small house. No time like the present. Huh, Neku?
I hope that was good. I made the characters not seem totally apparenttill the end on purpose. Please stick with it! I promise that it gets better, and I will post the next chapter when I type it!
Thanks!