His mother was some high business chick, never really caring for him.
As soon as he was born and out of the hospital, he was pushed into his grandma's arms.
She and his grandpa raised him, clothed and fed him.
The only thing his mother did, was delivering the money for it and sometimes show up for some hours, between one meeting and the next.

Shiro never got to know his father, his mother parted from him before he was born.
He remembered a blurry face from his early child days, but it turned out to be a vanishing image of a man, his mother chose to be his fake father, just like all the others that came after this person.
So, the only things Shiro knew about his father, he learned through insults, that his mother threw at him all of the time.
Though it didn't really matter anymore, he wouldn't have the chance to get to know his creator anyway, for he deceased years ago.

Shiro was 11 when a letter of a civil lawyer told them of his fathers death, and that he was one of three heirs and the properties would be split between all of them.
His father had only been 40 years old, the same age as his newest stepfather.
He liked the new one best, of all the ones he had so far and his mother would stay with him the longest of all times she had a lover.
So Shiro got his part of the heritage and saved it for later use.

Several years went by, he was 17 now and slowly everything went down the gutter.
He was a teenager, so he made faults.
He wasn't one of the rebels, who cursed at their family and maybe got criminal, but he rebelled in his own way.
His school grades dropped and than he broke off school at the second last year.
Shiros mother than took him in to her place, tried to control him, but he didn't do as she wanted him to.
The albino couldn't stand the loneliness of the huge old house, his nerves got eaten away by the creaking noises at night and his hair stood straight on his neck, every time the house telephone rang, already knowing who was calling.

He lived far away from his friends and the part of his family he liked.
Yeah, he didn't like his mother, saying he hated her would be to much at the moment, that would come later.
Talking about her, she had married his stepfather some month ago and since than it felt awkward around the two.

Coming back to Shiro, he wondered about, how it was possible for cutters to feel relieved when they marred their body with razor cuts.
He tried it out of curiosity, pushing himself into a deep pit.
Cuts covered his arms, so many that soon his excuses of 'the shy neighbors cat' and such didn't work anymore.
He had enough of the house and his controlling mother after living there for 8 month and ran away.

Somewhere in a big city he lived of the money he inherited, until it was gone.
Afterward he lived like a hobo on the street, with nothing more than the clothes in his bag and on his body.
The police found him, told him he was notified as a missed person.
His mother had given up the notify and when he was back home, she hesitantly welcomed him back.

She made him a hot bath and let him be, but not long.
When he came out of the bathroom, washed and dressed in fresh clothes, she stood in the hallway, fidgeting around.
"Where have you been?"
"Around Tokyo."
"You, used your money. Is anything left?"
"No, not really."
He told, looking aside, a guilty feeling creeping into his stomach.
He really had wanted to save it, for a time when it would really have been useful.
It had been a short circuit decision.

"Did..."
He looked at his mother.
She was avoiding his gaze, that wasn't like her at all.
Mostly he would look away when he couldn't stand her green-brown eyes that bored into his skull.
"Did you sleep with anyone? I mean, do we need to run any test at a doctor?"
Shiro waged his answer well.
"No."
He lied at her, adding another lie to the many hundred he already told her in his young life.
She didn't need to know, it was bad enough that he felt like dirt for going with this slimy man, that could have been his father.
He hadn't taken money, he wasn't a whore, it was just another hasty decision.
"The police, found things, when they searched through your room."
Shiros eyes widened, they had looked into his things?
How dare they?
"They found a diary and toys. Do you like those things?"

Enough was enough.

"Why do ya ask anyway. It isn't like ya cared before, so ya don't need ta start now. Jus' leave me alone."
From that day his mother got worse with her phone calls, even if her controlling still didn't work.
In the end his mother threw Shiro out of the house.
Funny, it was exact 2 month after the police brought him back home to his oh so worried mother.
So now he went back to the only place he could imagine to go to.

His grandparents.

They took him in, still feeling hurt of his sudden leave and than coming back with his tail between his legs after just one year.
But they knew it wasn't only his fault.
Shiros grandpa cursed his daughter on the phone, broke the contact with her afterward.
Shiro promised to go back to school and finish his graduation.
He wanted a restart.
Without having the entire rotten part of his family hanging on his back, he felt like it would be much easier.
He still had his grandparents and his uncle, who now got his second boy with his wife.

Shiro cared very much for the two little boys, but feared they might turn out into beings similar to himself.
He prayed from the bottom of his heart, that this one branch of his family tree wouldn't get infected by the virus of misfortune and rot away like all the others had.
His mother tried to get in contact with him some times and he allowed at least phone calls once at a time.
When she told him of a new lover, despite she still was married with his current stepfather and tried to get him to meet with the new one, he broke the contact entirely, changed his phone number and ignored any letter of her until she stopped writing.

His uncle got to know that she moved even farther away some day and Shiro was fine with it.
He didn't need his mother, hell he would be so happy if she even would stop to haunt him in his dreams.
Next month he would graduate and than he could start his own life.
He couldn't wait for it to begin, though he still didn't have a clue what he wanted to do for a living.
But he was sure he would find something he could do until he knew.
What he wouldn't have guessed was what he would find in his postbox at graduation day.

Chapter 2
End

Wow, next chappy and a lot of background info.

I hope it isn't to confusing for you, but guess what.
Shiro 's actually living my life, in some way, in this chapter.
I changed just a few things and left out aaaaa lot.

This feels kind of a self therapy...
Ah, fuck it xD

See ya
Shiro Yue