I don't own... as usual... TT
Hiei: slices Kage Blade up with a sword
Kurama: Oh dear...
Kage's head: No one cares TT
Kage: Um... long italics are past conversations
The uh... italics in the ( )s are diary passages
And as usual, the italics are Hiei
"Such a useless child," A high voice sighed.
"He can't do much anyways. You can take him if you'd like, Shigure," Another voice added.
"Tell me about him first. His past," A low voice demanded.
"From his records. He has a twin sister, seperated at birth, and his mother's family doesn't accept twins or males. He was put into an orphanage and we were payed to take him in. He doesn't speak or listen to us. He just sits in that little corner of his and stares," The first voice snorted.
"His name. What is his name?"
"Imiko,"
"Ah, the Forbidden Child," The lower voice murmured. "I had heard that his grandmother attempted to kill him but his pathetic father had intervened."
"Exactly, sent him to a orphanage all the way in Tokyo even though they were from O-"
"Hey kiddo, wake up," Hiei shot up once the unwelcomed hand touched his shoulder.
Shuuhei-sensei?
"Get dressed and meet me in my study when you're done," Gin sighed and left the room. The crimson eyed boy stared at the door for a while before getting up.
"What did your father look like?" Hiei scribbled down words onto the notepad given to him.
"He had black hair but white roots. He was about Shuuhei-sensei's height,buta bit shorter," Touya read. He looked at Gin.
"How did this happen?" Gin questioned to himself quietly.
What happen?
Gin muttered to himself while leaving the office. Jin skimmed through the bookshelf before pulling out a high school yearbook.
"Your mother's name was Hina, right?"
Hina..Hina...
("Hina commited suicide last night. All because this brat is going to the orphanage, acting as if she actually needs both children to survive. She has Yukina already so why need Imiko brat,")
Hina. Hina. Hina. Hina. That's my mother? I remember her name.
"This is your mother, right?" Jin pointed a woman in the picture. Naturally pale skin, fragile looking, aqua blue hair, and blue green eyes. "Is this your father?" Hiei touched the area around his eyes. The man in the picture had short black hair with white roots and tan skin. He had several bruises on his jaw and cuts on his cheeks. A strong look of boredom in his eyes.
He has crimson eyes. He looks so familiar. His eyes are darker than mine. More like blood red.
"Eh? Jaganshi?" Jin blinked as Hiei stood up suddenly and left the room.
Where is he. Where is Shuuhei?
Hiei found the teacher on the balcony.
"I suppose you're going to corner me and question me for answers about your parents, who you are, and who am I," Gin sighed pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Shigure. You've heard of that name before, haven't you?"
Shigure?
("Shigure, you can take the Imiko brat if you want. He's useless here so there'd be no point in keeping him here.")
Gin threw a cut out article from a newspaper onto the desk.
"You make it seem that you can't speak. I checked with a doctor apparently even without treatment after having your voicebox removed, you should still be able to speak except with a rather high voice. Laliophobia, that's what you have, a fear of speaking," Gin stated, "You're scared that if you speak something will go wrong."
Stop it.
"You can just keep using that, 'I can't speak' gesture but someone is going to find out," Gin continued, "Say something."
Stop it.
"Say something," Gin ordered. Gin's hand wrapped around Hiei's neck. "Say something!"
"O-oi Gin, you're getting a little too serious about this," Jin said tugging at Gin's arm.
"He needs to learn how to speak and get over that damn laliophobia," Gin growled slamming Hiei's body against the wall.
"Stop that Gin. Stop trying to take your anger out on him," Touya scolded.
"What anger are you talking about?" Gin questioned.
"You abandoning Hina while she was pregnant," Touya continued. Gin dropped his hands.
Abandoning my mother when she was pregnant? He's my father?
"S-shut up!" Gin screamed, "How was I supposed to know she was pregnant?"
How is this possible!
"She was the one who moved!" Gin yelled, "Like hell I was supposed to use logic and figure out she was carrying children! She didn't even bother to stay in contact and tell me! What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Touya led Hiei out the door.
Stay in contact? My mother left him?
"Koorime stayed in contact with Touya for a while since they're second cousins and all. She was scared that telling you about the babies would ruin your life," Jin explained softly adding a sigh at the end.
"You were 16 while she was 20, of course she would feel responsible,"
He was my age when my mother was pregnant.
"Give him some time. He'll calm down," Touya murmured.
I don't want to waste my time on that useless oaf.
"This was your mother's diary and one of her most prized possessions. I thought you may want them so maybe you'll understand your mother and father a bit," Touya explained pulling an old diary off the shelf from the library. Touya moved to the 3rd shelf and knelt down to pull an ancient like music box. A circle made of small jewel sakura petals would dance around when the knob on the bottom was turned. "The song is called A Thousand Words(1)."
My mother's diary.
Touya left the large library closing the door afterwards, shooing Saizo and Hattori away from the entrance.
(Dear diary;
I think I've met an albino boy today but he has tan skin. His hair is kind of weird too. I thought he was going to commit suicide or something because he stood on the railing, on the roof of the mall, looking down. I was afraid he was going to scare the children so I ran up there to talk to him. He told me his name was Kohi Gin and that he wasn't a suicidal moron. I saw him in the newspaper before I think, he writes all those stories about children being abandoned and what their parents feel about it. I've read a few for college, they were so tragic and it hurt my heart to read the story word for word.
Reporters and photographers always complain about his eyes. He doesn't make it seem like a real story by the way he looks so his work is always judged. They seem to miss the fact that a second year in high school was able to write such a story that makes everyone feel the tragedy. How come I see his eyes differently? I see all the pain, abuse, and neglect through his beautiful red eyes but there was also something missing. Something so important. I hope I can find what it is and replace all the pain in those eyes.)
Hiei flipped the page.
Something that's missing from his eyes. What would that be?
(Dear diary,
Gin-kun was shocked to find out I was in college. It does seem awkward that a college student would be at school waiting for a 2nd year to get out of school. Gin-kun gets made fun of a lot in his school just because he writes those stories. No one in school can relate to being abandoned and not knowing who you are or where you're from. I don't know either, I come from a strict family but never enough to abandon their own child. I've seen all the scars on his body. He does a lot of work to earn money for food and his house fairs. He can't do enough work, since he's still a minor, so he needs to work at the level of a genius at school. He does construction work so his hands are scarred badly and it seems so difficult to hold even a pencil in those hands.)
He didn't start off rich? I thought he was rich from the start.
(Dear diary,
Gin got me this beautiful music box. I'll treasure this forever since this is the first present I've ever received from a boy. It's so beautiful that I started crying when I first saw it. It has crystal sakura petals with little crystals decorating it like snow. It costed him a lot of money but he says he can manage. He said that with a smile, it was just as beautiful as the music box. It's the first time I've seen him smile. My heart skips a few beats when I see his face. I think that I'm falling in love with him.)
(1): A Thousand Words isn't mine... its from Final Fantasy XII
my um... my .. the chapters will be coming in later and later...
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