Fate or Destiny?

Genres: action, yaoi

Summary: 10 years ago two young boys leading very different lives meet. Was this meeting fate? Destiny? Then years later they meet again when danger arises. What's going to happen?

Owns only: the plot (Gilbert and Sebastian as well as Guilty Crown belong to their rightful owners)


Prologue

—10 years ago—

This world is living hell. It's shit.

There is no love. No warmth.

Nothing in this world is worth protecting.

Nothing in this world is worth fighting for.

Soaked and tired, a young boy no older than nine or ten with blondish locks and light blue eyes leaned against the dirty wall of some old building in a small ally. His black clothing were torn and stained with blood from all the fighting and escaping from earlier. Those military assholes would find him again soon enough. It's not like he could escape any farther anyway. The rain was washing the visible proof of his 'immobility', and it thankfully took away some of the pain with it. The only thing it won't wash is the dirty world itself.

He groaned as the pain resurfaced when he forced himself to his feet. I'll be damned if I lose now. All he had and trusted in this world was his powers and stubborn pride. True it'd be easier to let them shoot him down but wouldn't that be no different than admitting defeat. And defeat was not an option! He pressed against the wall and guided himself toward the other end while his other hands gripped the clothing above the injury on his chest. It hurt. The pain was winning against his stubbornness, saying that he just lie down.

That's when he heard HIS voice echoing in his mind.

It's a shame really. I don't see why someone so promising is staying with those Palor rats.

He was almost there! Almost at the other end! You sound like a pedophile.

Do I now?

I wouldn't be surprised if you really were one.

That really hurts you know.

Like I care! If want something from me then it'd be a one way ticket to hell.

Now that's harsh!

Only stating the truth. "Damn!" His legs shook and collapsed beneath the weight of his upper body, bringing him down to his knees.

Hmmm. That aside... I thought I should inform you that we're pulling out. Lucky you. Your captain is quite the clever man.

Don't fuck with me!

Relax. After all, the real game just begun.

"Dammit." He couldn't hold himself up any more and simply collapsed into a small puddle upon the voice leaving his mind. His eyes closed and he laid there wet and in pain. Was his blood mixing into the water? He couldn't tell much less feel. It didn't matter anymore. Actually, why did he do this in the first place? He was just a child and could have easily lived a normal childhood. Sou, maybe he should have done that. Live in solitude where he could avoid the torment he suffered for six years of his life already.

"...bu?"

It's not like anyone really cares about him; telling him right from wrong or staying up late to read bedtime stories. No. The only person who actually cared was the captain. He was always being scolded, but in a friendly way. Always joining the man for lunch or games during times of relaxation... Is that why he stays with them? For the captain? The very man who says that 'you will, one day, find something worth fighting for...worth protecting...' Lies. What on this earth is worth fighting for to protect? Every damn person he has ever met calls him names, treats him like a monster, and so on. If only he didn't have these powers, these stupid psychic powers.

"...joubu?"

Huh? A voice? What a kind voice. So soft. So gentle. So warm. Is it possible for someone to have such a voice?

"Daijoubu? Can you hear me?"

His eyes flutter open to meet with rays of light. The rain must've stopped. After blinking a few times, his vision began to clear. When did I turn onto my back? His hands began to wonder, feeling an alien cloth wrapped around him and bare skin open to the chilled air. Bandages? He closed his eyes only to open them once more a second later.

However this time, a shadow was casted over him.

A small child, probably no more than three or four years younger, smiled at him. Brown hair with streaks of a lighter shade and cheerful brown eyes. "You seem to be ok. I hope you don't mind but I used my lap as your pillow."

That voice. His own face softened and any sign of surprised quickly faded. A chuckle slipped past his lips. "Arigatou."

"I don't know how you ended up like this but please be careful," the stranger said calmly, hands stroking the long golden locks. "You...have such nice hair. Much nicer than Mana's or Inori's."

"Mana? Inori?"

"They're my sisters."

What a strange boy. "Are you sure you should be helping me?"

A small adorable pout appeared on the other's face. "Why wouldn't I? Father is always telling me that we should help those in need."

Feeling relaxed, his eyes closed once more. How strange...this feeling... "He sounds like a nice man."

"He is! He's rarely home though but Mother plays with us on those days."

"It seems you have a wonderful family."

"Uh-huh! I'll introduce you to them!"

This surprised him to the point the he broke into laughter.

"What's so funny?"

Was this some kind of fate or destiny? Practically on the verge of death and he meets an angel. Such irony! To think just a moment ago he thought no one could have a voice as lovely as this boy's or even say the words he has been told. Yes. As long...as long as this boy is still alive then he himself has a reason to live. I'll make him my reason. If it's him then I can believe…! Captain will understand. I know it. He's... Unconsciously, he places a hand on the said male's cheek, making the younger blush.

"Botchan! Botchan! Doko?"

The red color on the other's face disappeared and was replaced with a upset look. "Awwww, Gil and Sebby are here."

The honest disappointed voice made the him smile. "People you know, botchan?"

"Yeah... And don't call me that! I have a name you know!" Once again, the boy pouted.

"Botchan, the master is waiting for you!"

"Then tell me it." They locked eyes. "Tell me your name."

Blushing a bit, the young male nodded, his brown hair moving with him. "Shu. Ouma Shu."

A small smirk like smile caressed his lips. "Hajimemashite, Shu. You can call me..."

"Botchan!"

"...Triton."


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