Yeah I know that this is going to turn out to be a little OOC, but please bear with me here, because I think that this one is going to have a better plot than the last. 0.o hopefully. It will at least be kind of cuter. As always, read and review!

Chapter Two

A couple of weeks later, Black Jack went into the city to visit an old colleague of his. He strode down the street, paying little attention to anything around him. His mind was partially focused on the conversation that he had with Pinoko previously. Though that night she had been upset, the next morning she had woken up and made him breakfast as if nothing had happened. And he felt bad, he actually felt guilty, because she was hiding her emotions, and she was doing it so as not to bug him.

Black Jack stopped at the crosswalk and looked around at the hundreds of people that were walking with them. They were normal, ordinary people. He and Pinoko weren't like them at all—how could they properly raise a child when Pinoko sometimes acted like a kid herself?

The light signaled for the pedestrians to walk, and he crossed the street, when all of a sudden a loud screeching of tires and a thunderous crash resounded in the air. People started screaming and rushing towards the scene of the crime.

Black Jack turned around and saw the sight before him. A small boy lay underneath the front of a semi truck, his body mangled and bleeding. The truck driver, a portly man, climbed down out of his cabin and surveyed the scene. He grabbed at his hair and kicked the tire of his truck.

"Stupid little kid!" he roared, spit flying from his mouth. "I could go! He shouldn't have crossed the street!"

"Oh my God, somebody call the police!"

"Is anyone here a doctor?"

Black Jack arched a brow and slowly motioned his way over. Seeing the sight of the boy closer up was more gruesome. His abdomen was steadily bleeding, and he had bruises all over his body.

"You," he said, turning to face the driver. "You were speeding weren't you?"

"What! No I wasn't!"

"That was a red light right there," Black Jack said sternly, pointing at the stop light. "If you had just started driving when the boy crossed, he shouldn't have been bit his hard, hurt this badly… you were speeding."

The driver started stammering and stuttering and Black Jack ignored him. He got to his knees and quickly examined the boy, who was groaning in agony.

"Who's the parent of this little boy?" he demanded, surveying the crowd.

Several people seemed to back up as if to say, Nope! No thank you, I am not responsible! and stood there in confusion, murmuring amongst themselves. Black Jack's eyes widened as one by one, each member of the crowd denied that they were the boy's parent.

"Are you kidding me? He's four," Black Jack protested, glancing down at the body. "He can't be older than four…"

Once they reached the hospital, Black Jack followed the doctors and nurses to the E.R wing, and gave them a rundown on the diagnostics.

"Several of his internal organs and bones have been crushed in the abdomen area. His heart appears to be working, but barely."

One doctor looked down at the boy and nodded, then shook his head. "We could perform surgery, but it's risky, so we need parental consent."

"Are you kidding me? Screw it!" Black Jack retorted angrily. "I'll do it!"

"You're just a civilian!" one nurse squawked out. "What do you expect to do?"

"No," another nurse protested, touching her on the shoulder. "That's Black Jack, the famous surgeon, remember…?"

So after changing into surgical garb, Black Jack was able to enter the operating room and perform an operation, but was closely assisted by a couple of nurses. He grumbled as he worked, resetting some of the boy's bones, pushing some organs back into place and suturing up any damages. The boy was lucky that his spinal cord wasn't severed—it was probably a miracle.

When the operation was over, he exited and cleaned up, and a nurse then approached him.

"Dr. Black Jack, sir," she said quietly, "we found the boy's aunt and uncle. They're his guardians."

"Oh really?" he arched a brow dryly, and then headed into the E.R lobby.

A pair of overweight, red faced angry people awaited him. When they saw Black Jack, their complaining grew louder and they approached him at lightning speed.

"You should have let him die, Doc!" a short man with glasses spat at him, his jowls trembling as he spoke. "God knows how much you'll charge for his surgery!"

The woman, his wife, crossed her arms and nodded, sticking her nose up in the air. "That idiot child of my sister is not worth 2 million yen to save."

"Weren't all of his organs crushed anyways? The kid is a waste of your time! He'll die anyways!"

Black Jack glared at them coldly, his eyes like lasers. "You can drag your fat ass down to hell."

"What? Excuse me!" the man's face turned bright red and steam might as well have been coming out of his ears.

"Yeah, yeah, I said go to hell," Black Jack quipped. "And as for payment, you can give me the kid. That's the second favor I've done ya."

He turned on his heel and started walking away. He called over his shoulder, not turning to look back at them, "And don't ever say that someone isn't worth saving. Who are you to judge?"

About a day later, the little boy woke up in his hospital bed, and was heavily alarmed. Tears sprang to his eyes as he felt the overwhelming pain in his side, and he started to cry softly. He had no idea what had happened… all he remembered was Auntie chasing after him with a broom, yelling at him to go fetch milk from Mr. Takada's supermarket down the road, and he had tried to cross…

"Hey, kid, quit crying. You're alive, aren't you?"

The boy, sniffling, looked up in wonder at the scary man with the stitched up face standing in the doorway. He wiped away his tears and attempted to sit up, but winced in pain and thought better of it.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Black Jack. I performed your surgery."

"Oh!" the boy lowered his head respectfully. "T-thank you, mister."

"No problem, kid. What's your name?"

"Yukia."

"Yukia. Nice to meet you."

"Where are my aunt and uncle?"

Black Jack rubbed the back of his head and bit his lip. "Uh… here's the thing kid. You're not likely going to see them again… in fact; you're coming home with me."