"My Father…!"

Sudden realization hit him hard in the chest. Ezaria hadn't talked much a bout his father…now that he thought a bout it, she had only ever mentioned him once. And now he knew the full-blown truth.

He wasn't good enough for his father…or so that's what his father had thought. Yzak's fists clenched tightly, digging his nails into his palms. "..I've learned the truth a bout him…he only wanted me to have a child so he could experiment on him…when I told him he couldn't touch my baby…he slapped me, yelling that Yzak wasn't good enough anyway, before he left…I never saw him again…" Yzak murmured the words once more, as tears filled his eyes…

His muscular form slumped forward onto the ground. Leaning back against one of the bookcases. "I'm not good enough…" he replied. He was never one to cry, and only had twice in his life. Sure, tears showed, but they never fell. He'd never let himself do something so foolish like that. He always had acted like that…and now…he knew why. He had over-heard this fight when he was younger. The words seemed to strike him once more in the chest. That was why…he always tried to be number one. He always did what he was told, at least, for his mother…

His rivalry with a certain comrade had started because of his obsession with being number one…when in the end he could've been a good friendship. "My life..He ruined my life…" he mumbled looking towards the ceiling above. Shaking his head once more, letting the Platinum Blonde locks fall into his eyes as he stood, picking up the scattered diary and hiding it in his jacket pocket before exiting the room. Glancing at his watch. "Mother should be back soon.." he cooed looking to the ground. Wondering if he should ask her about the matter…No…He couldn't do that…He didn't want to hurt his mother anymore…

The male spent the thirty minutes sitting in his workroom on the third floor. Typing away absently on his laptop. The large room was silent, besides his distant sighs. And mindless speaking. "What if…I'm not good enough…Is mother ashamed of me!" His mind being taken over by the thoughts of his father. "I'm not go-YZAK!" another voice called out from down the stairs.

His mother was home. "Come down here, I have someone for you to meet!" "Mom sure sounds happy," he muttered softly under his breath, standing up slowly. Running his hands down his wet and wrinkled clothes. Trying to look presentable for whoever the hell his mom had brought along. He wouldn't admit it, but he was quite curious. "I'm coming!" he called, shaking his head to rid his strands of hair from clinging drops…

Hurrying down the blood red rugged stairs, he subconsciously jumped a few here and there. Thanks to his military expertise, he was able to land easily. Rounding the last turn of the seemingly endless stairs. His mother finally came into view. Dressed in the usual, nice blue suit, her matching Platinum Blonde hair fell straight, as his was. But…there was someone new there. A man…

I don't like the looks of this man…he thought, eyeing him up. The man had a smile on his slightly tanned face. Though Yzak, being the good observer as he was, took note that it was just pressed. The side of his mouth turned up, slightly scowling. The man had, short reddish hair. In a slick style. His eyes were that of a viridian green. And he was clothed in a nice suit, though, as Ezaria and her son, he was soaked as well…

Yzak finally peeled his eyes from the man, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss on his mother's cheek, before turning back and giving him a skeptical look. "Who is this guy?" he spoke up, nodding his head in the man's direction.

"Yzak…This is Tauji Morimoto…We met through mutual friends a few months ago…" she started introducing the two. Yzak knew better then to talk back to his mother, and instead just nodded, extending his hand, and taking Tauji's. The older man nodded and did the same, though when Ezaria had turned away he silently dug his nails into Yzak's hand…

The platinum blonde yelped in surprise, his fiery blue eyes flamed over, instantly drawing his wounded hand back. "Who do you thi-Yzak! Don't talk to him like that!" Ezaria said quickly, turning back to her son and boyfriend. "-but mother..!" "Yzak, go to your room…" "I'm 18 mother! I don't have to listen to that…crap! He hurt me!" Tauji's eyes narrowed, but quickly softened so his girlfriend looked back towards him. "…Is he telling the truth?" she questioned with a look of confusion. "Of course not, Hun…I might've brushed myself against his skin…but it wasn't on purpose" he replied shortly as Ezaria turned to face Yzak, he smirked with a menacing look.

He bit down on his bottom look glancing towards his mother once more. "…Mother…How could you listen to him and not your own son?" he yelled turning and dashing up the stairs..

"Oh Dear…" she mumbled rubbing her temples, as he disappeared from view. Tauji shook his head, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry a bout him…he'll be alright…" "I hope so…"

YZAK'S POV

The first time I seen Tauji, or whatever the hell his name is, I didn't like him. Theres just something a bout him, that I can't figure out. Dammit, I hate not knowing something…

When he took my hand and shook it, I figured maybe it was just because of all the shock I've felt the last three or so hours. But then...he went as far as digging his nails into my palm? Okay, that was just too far…and it hurt to say the least…he's turned my mother against me! The one person I actually trusted! I don't care how…or how long it took, I am determined to find out the truth…

As I ran up the stairs I ran my hand along my neck, searching for the gold-chained locket necklace I also wore each day. Go on and laugh, Yzak wearing a locket, yeah…what next pigs flying? Heh…well I do…only because Dearka gave me it. And inside it, is a picture of him. Yeah Yeah. I'm stupid, I'm still hung over him, but I have a right to it, so I don't give a damn what you think…

Finally, finding the object of my desire, I pulled it out from beneath my shirt quickly fumbling to open it. Mumbling nonsense under my breath, as I starred down at the picture. It was just, Dearka's smiling face. But, I loved the picture anyway. Where are you when I need you, Arky? I sigh once more, coming to a stop near my room. Geez…I could really use him right here with me…He always said he would be there for me…even when he's gone…

..:FlashBack:..

"DEARKA! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Yzak screamed out as his companion was shot down from a wound in his lower chest. From one of the raids of Blue Cosmos before the true end of the first war of Naturals and Coordinators.

Yzak pulled the male into his arms, tears springing out of his eyes, landing on the pale-faced Dearka, who twitched here and there, wincing in pain.

The bulled had hit him unexpectedly, neither of the two seen it coming. It resulted in this. Liquid blood oozed out of the deep wound, and Yzak quickly ripped off his shirt, covering the others wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

It was to a useless attempt. It wouldn't stop coming. Tears came once more, his chest rising and falling as he hung onto the last of his hope. Dearka slowly reached a hand up, caressing the others cheek, and pulling him down.

As soon as Yzak was inches from his face, he gave the other a weak smile. "I'll always be there when you need me, Yzak…" and with that he pushed his lips against Yzak's for one last, fatal kiss, before his world went black.

The platinum blonde kept his lips to the others, his anger rising within him, as his love slipped away from his grasp. Minutes ticked by slowly, his own world seemingly fell to pieces, as he cried out, as if Dearka would miracly come back from his tears and cries. But that never happened…

Now…those 9 words were all he had left to remember. Besides those tinted memories he loved so much…

I shiver, thinking back on that day so long ago, when really, it only seems like yesterday. And everything that happened after that. The pills to get me out of depression, the endless nights spent crying…

Ruffling my hair in aggravation I stormed into my room, slamming it shut behind me. I need sometime to think…

NORMAL POV

Yzak pushed open his door with a deep sigh, slamming it behind him. Slowly stalking across the rug towards the large bed in the far corner. "…Why aren't I good enough?" he asked himself, hiding his face in his hands as he sat on the edge of the quilt covered bed. "Why does my mom have to date someone now? It was better when it was just the two of us.." he murmured falling back upon the bed, starring blankly at the ceiling. Platinum blonde hair splayed out underneath him, his hands fell freely besides him. His eyes slowly coming to a close. Sleep devouring him for that night..

Outside, the storm ragged on. Crashes of lightning seemed to fall in place endlessly. The rain made a rythmetic melody, calming the over-stressed male, allowing him to sleep in somewhat peace. Too Bad..that peace didn't stay all that long.

The room had grown silent, and now, it was around 3 in the morning. The whole house seemed so peaceful, but this was only the eye of the storm…

Waking up the male, was the creak of his door opening. Yzak grunted softly, his eyes fluttering open, hearing small footsteps coming closer. A confused look came upon his face, as he tried to adjust to the pure darkness of his room. Slowly, he began to sit up, seeing what seemed to be a dark figure walking closer.

A strike of lightning lumminated the sky, and his room. Blinking at the sight before him, his eyes went wide, as he let out a low yelp. His heart pounding hard in his chest. Without a second thought, something sharp came close to his skin. "What the hell!" he questioned, instantly jumping up, standing on his creaking bed.

It came again, this time slicing the side of his shoulder, ripping the tank top muscle shirt he usually slept in. Something tripped him, and Yzak soon found himself laying back on his bed, eyes wide in terror, as the sharp object glittered with the reflection of lightning, the figure instantly, pulled it back behind his shoulder before thrashing it downwards. Something gripped onto Yzak's other shoulder holding him down. "This'll teach you for crossing me!" a familiar voice yelled, as Yzak's winced the hand with the object raced downwards. MOTHER! DEARKA! SOMEONE!