Hi guys, this is my second fanfic so DON'T PUNISH ME!! (Cowers in a corner) I don't mean that kind of punishment! This is a little sketchy so sorry! If you want, you can read my first uncompleted fanfic, Kokuyoku no Maigo. SEE YA, and please R&R!
Disclaimer: This ain't mine but Yukiru's,
I don't own so don't you sue.
Chapter I VisitorsSatoshi Hikari lay on his bed, deep in thought. The early August sun shining brightly through the window. His eyes closed as he licked absent-mindedly at the black, thin metal ring pierced in the left hand side of his bottom lip. It had been nearly 2 years since Dark and Krad had disappeared, and even though Krad was no longer in his life (or mind for that matter), he was still depressed.
Because his adoptive father had died on the night Dark and Krad had disappeared, Satoshi had to be put in an orphanage in the town next-door to Azumano, which was called Tori-no-su.
You see, the reason he was still depressed was because despite his efforts not to make friends, he missed them. Daisuke and his innocence. Riku and her ability to understand people. And Risa: she was the only person he was ever close to loving, yet when he was moved to Tori-no-su, he lost contact with her. Even though he gave her the phone number, he hadn't heard from her since. Did she care that little? Would it have been better if he had died in that sacrifice?
Don't think like that! He thought to himself. Of course things wouldn't be better if he completed the sacrifice. For one thing, he'd be dead! And of course Risa still cared for him: she probably…er… lost the phone number…yeah, that's right. You know what blondes are like.
KNOCK-KNOCK!
Oh great, he thought, a visitor. Can't people leave a depressed emo genius in peace?!
Of course they can't… they have a problem with his problems! Only yesterday Megumi the social worker had tried to "help" his problem by getting him to draw and paint a picture about it. This was what she called "Art Therapy".
What was wrong with this? Because of the event nearly 2 years ago, he hated doing anything remotely artistic. To make her realise, he threw the paint, pencils and paintbrushes at her and tipped the water – normally used to clean the paintbrushes when using a different colour – onto her head. Maybe it would clean her brain!
He was grounded for that, which is why he's in his room, the visitor still knocking constantly on the door. It was beginning to infuriate him, and he tried to block out the sound.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNO-!!
"STOP KNOCKING ON THE FUCKING DOOR YOU BLOODY GREAT IMBICILE!!" He shouted. He didn't want to have shouted, but it just…just…annoyed him!
The door opened. A little boy stood there, his eyes wide open with shock.
"Oh shit." He muttered. It was little Densuke, the five year old whose bedroom was next door to his. The bad thing about it was that Densuke was a complete snitch, and Satoshi would be in trouble for sure for using language like that.
"Awwwwwww, you swore! I'm telling on you now!" said Densuke in a singsong voice. He then ran off in direction of the stairs.
Jumping off his bed and bounding out of his bedroom in the direction of the snitch, Satoshi shouted, "Wait, come back here!"
"Why should I?" squeaked back Densuke as he ran ever faster. Satoshi was half wheezing now from the effort of trying to keep up with the little pipsqueak.
"I'll - I'll - I'll give you chocolate!" Satoshi wheezed. He didn't intend on doing so, of course, but as long as it stopped him…
"Awwwwwww, bribery! That's even worse!" Densuke singsang.
The little boy sharply turned right, jumped over the socks at the top of the stairs and ran down them at top speed.
However, Satoshi didn't see the socks and therefore tripped over them, sending him toppling down the stairs. He hit the stairs once. Twice. Three times before bouncing off the stairs again, flipped once, and landed at the bottom of them sitting up, his hands on the floor in front of him in between his legs.
He stood up and shouted at Densuke – who had run off to the left, "I'm gonna get you for that you Whiney Bitch!!"
Wait a minute, something wasn't right. In fact, he had a feeling someone was standing on his right. He turned to the right to see Megumi the social worker, a middle-aged couple and what looked to be their son, who looked his age.
"Er… Mr Hikaii, Mrs Hikaii, Takashi Hikaii…" began Megumi, "this… is Satoshi Hikari."
Aiko Hikaii's P.O.VWe turned the corner onto Koji-in Street. Today, my husband Sagara, my son Takashi and I were going to the Orphanage to meet the boy we decided to adopt for the first time.
I looked at the photo of him in my hand. The photo showed that he had blue hair, blue eyes, and wore glasses. I had been told before hand that his name was Satoshi Hikari, that he was 15 years old (14 when he moved to the orphanage), shy, extremely intelligent and the last person alive in his family. I'd also been told that his last adopted parent, a man named Kei Hiwatari had died nearly two years ago on December 23rd in a horrible accident during the earthquake on that day, in which he was impaled on an axe.
Despite the traumatic experiences he must have been through, I knew deep inside that our family was the family needed to give him the love and care he deserved.
After turning onto the driveway we got out of the car and walked to the door. Sagara rang the doorbell, which was greeted almost immediately by a woman with long black hair.
"Hello, I'm Megumi Bara." Greeted the woman as she gave us her hand to shake, "I do believe you're the Hikaii family who have decided to adopt our resident teenager. Please, do come in."
We walked through the door and found ourselves standing at the foot of a staircase. The first thing we heard was two boys shouting, one of them sounded younger, while the other one sounded deeper and more mature – even though he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Suddenly, a small streak of brown ran across the landing and down the stairs, turning to the left, which was followed closely by a taller streak of blue, which – instead of running down the stairs – tripped at the top of them, toppled down the stairs, colliding with them three times before doing a small flip and landing at the bottom of the stair on his bottom, he legs outstretched as though he was a gymnast.
Despite the painful looking fall, he stood straight up and shouted at the brown streak (which turned out to be a five year old boy), "I'm gonna get you for that you Whiney Bitch!!"
He then turned around to look at us, a look of surprise on his face.
"Er…Mr Hikaii, Mrs Hikaii, Takashi Hikaii…this…is Satoshi Hikari."
Author's note: So, what do you think? This is the first chapter of my second fanfic so sorry if it sounds terrible. The reason I've made Satoshi a complete emo is because, in the anime and manga, he always seemed to act emo-ish, so I took his character one step further! The first fanfic I've done is Kokuyoku no Maigo if you wanna read it. SEE YA and please R&R!
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