Full moon: Rewrite
by Uenki

A/N: I was laughing my butt off while sitting in front the computer. Dear Mikiel and Aventria, you have only guessed half right. I wanted little Hikaru to be abused in the first place, so the bonds would be stronger. This is partly inspired by –yes, Harry Potter, and a non-fiction book called 'A child called It'.

To the other reviewers, thank you for reviewing.

Chapter 2: Your name is Hikaru

Natsume widened her eyes and stood there helplessly as Haru began to stand up from the floor and launched his fist straight at the other man. Sai stood in front of the child protectively and a smile appeared briefly on his lips. Sai stopped the fist with his palms, and kicked the man right on the gut. Then, Sai began connected his fist on Haru's eye and the man fell backwards and landed on his backside. Natsume, who was horrified, yelled.

"Stop it! You're hurting him!" Sai glared back, his glare so intense that Natsume found her speechless. Sai rubbed his cheek with the back of his hands as he crouched down and cradled the child in his arms. The child's breathing that was ragged was smoothened because of the tiny act of concern.

"I am hurting your husband, why is your husband hurting my child?" Sai murmured his tone cold and definite. Natsume gritted her teeth and clenched her fists defensively.

"We have absolutely no idea that he is your child! Mitsuko… Mitsuko handed her to me! She told me that we could do anything with the kid and do as we seemed fit!" She retorted, and Sai laughed. He was mocking her.

"…And that makes you think that you could do something this… terrible to a child who is not even of two years old?" Sai eyed the woman. Natsume was flabbergasted.

"It is just a minor cut on the head; it's not something to make a big deal of!" She cried, and that simply infuriated Sai even further. He placed the child on the floor and took out a handkerchief. Tenderly, he applied pressure on the wound and the blood stopped soon after. Then, he tore off one side of his sleeve and wrapped it on the child's head as a makeshift bandage.

Natsume could not simply comprehend what the man was doing. She could not understand why he was not asking for a band aid kit in her house to have proper treatment of the child's wounds. As if the man understood what the woman was thinking, he chuckled darkly.

"I will not lower the level of myself from asking medical treatment from such a cold-blooded household," he uttered while approaching the door where Natsume was standing. As if he had just changed to another person, he bowed to the woman politely. "Though, I must appreciate the effort you've put in to raise my child. I will not see you again, I presume?" With a cackle, he left the house.

"What the…?" Natsume stood by the door, watching his figure that grew smaller and smaller, when he left with the child. "Who… is he?"

-

Sai walked gingerly to his car carrying the child in his arms. The child paled slightly and his whole body has curled up into a little ball. At the back of his mind, Sai cursed the man known as Haru. Sai hauled the door open and placed the child on the front seat, took down his coat and covered the child with it.

Sai hurried to the driver's seat and started the car. Several seconds later, they headed to Sai's house. At those times, Boy was always looking at Sai intently. Boy does not understand, he could not understand.

The shiny red thing was something he had seen everyday, it came when Natsume-basan had accidentally cut him with her sharp nails. Though the boo boo hurts, Boy could not understand why the man cared about him.

Boy simply stared as he trembled a little, but the man's concern caused his heart to feel warm. Maybe… Maybe he was just like the guy in his dream, maybe he could smile, and maybe he could start a life all over again.

As soon as the thought came, it dissipated. Sai was holding onto the child's hands and rubbed it gently with his thumb, with one hand on the driver's wheel and the other with the child. Sai was genuinely concerned with the child.

"Does it hurt?" The man in Boy's vision questioned. His voice was soft and melodious, and something light enveloped the child's heart. Boy shook his head slightly, he knew that the red thing on his head will soon dry, and it will heal as time passes.

"Tank," the child was trying hard to pronounce the word that Natsume had always used to visitors, "Tank… shuu." He vividly remembered that Natsume smiled too. He decided to muster up his courage, and the edge of his lips curled upwards.

The child that was brimming with innocence, Sai thought, acting like an adult when he is not even a full three year old. Sai returned the smile, as he ruffled the child's head slightly, being extra careful not to touch his wound.

"You have a beautiful smile," Sai laughed, guessing that maybe that child does not know the meaning, as he halted the car to a stop right outside his porch. Surprisingly, the child flushed red immediately, embarrassed. Sai slammed his door close and went over to the other side and carried the child in his arms. The child snuggled in his arms.

Papa…

He felt like Papa, Boy thought. He had seen the television that Natsume used to watch. In the television, the father of the children would always be so gentle, and caused the child to feel so… nice, just like how he felt now.

Boy slept, the pain at the back of his head disappeared like magic.

-

Sai was quickening his pace. The child had slept, he noticed. He headed straight to his room and set the child on the fluffy covers. Sai scampered to the living room like a lost child, bumping head on with the bookshelf in the process, and took a white band aid kit from a cupboard.

He set the band aid kit on the bedside table and took out some cotton wool with fresh bandages, rushed to the bathroom to get a basin of water and some clean cloth. Sitting on the bed by the side, he gently took off the remains of his sleeve, blood stained, and was being extra vigilant not to wake the child up.

The child stirred a little, and Sai froze in his actions. Quietly, Sai dropped the sleeve on the floor and pulled up his remaining left sleeve. He took a cloth and dipped into the basin. He dried the cloth and began to disinfect the wound.

It's nothing serious.

He felt relieved. The child was all right, his child was okay. Softly, he started to bandage the child's head. After that, he eyed the child's shabby clothes.

These rags do not deserve to be called clothes.

The child was dressed in shabby, brown and soiled clothes with tears by the side. His pants were loose and tattered but it was still in one piece.

-

Boy was dreaming again, the man in his dream whose face which were once shadowed and hidden by his long fringe could be seen. Boy was sitting in his lap, with the man ruffling his head lovingly. Boy was smiling, the exact same smile he had in the car. The very same smile that the man said was beautiful.

The man caressed his forehead, and Boy could almost see those clear, translucent violet orbs shimmering down at him.

"Wake up now…"

-

Sai was rubbing his forehead and was checking for any temperature rise in case of any wound infection. He was relieved when he found out that there was none. However, the boy was stirring and it will not be long where his eyes would be snapped open.

When the child woke up from his short slumber, Sai froze with his hands on the child's forehead to find two big green orbs staring back at him dreamily.

C…Cute!

Unable to stop himself from gasping aloud from the cuteness, Sai just stared back at the child, wide-eyed. The child, registering the fact that he's dressed in a far too large long-sleeved, cotton white tee, saw the man's gaze and smiled.

"Morn, papa…"

That was the exact moment when Sai's world crumbled and collapse into a pile of rubble.

Did you hear it! He called me Papa! PAPA! How did he know anyway? How did the child? AHH!

Trying to stop his mental squeal of pure delight, he regained his composure and smiled back. The child, feebly excited, climbed into his dad's lap and pressed his bandaged forehead against his dad's tummy.

"Papa in dream night…" The child spoke, with a tinge of sadness. He was radiating warmth, Sai felt, such a comforting feeling. Unable to resist the adorable child, he ruffled his head and bended his head slightly to reach the child's height. He pressed the child's head lightly as the little head touched his shoulder blade.

"It's ok now, Chibi-chan, Papa is here now."

Both of their hearts were filled with warmth, the hole in their heart was overflowing with newfound hope.

His name shall be Hikaru, Sai decided. The light in his life. The one with the key to his enclosed heart will be the child, his child.

Though not immediately, maybe the hole in their heart will be filled, little by little…They will be complete.

A/N –Part 2: As Black Cat requested for a longer chapter, I made it slightly longer. (Three pages :D) I know the last part is slightly fluffy (maybe some of you wanted it) yet it is a quite crucial part of Baby Hikaru's life. Sai is a bit off his rockers at the last part though, 'chuckles', but I like it. :)

Chapter 2 –End