AN: Thank you for choosing to read this story. It is not a romance story. It might not have Kyoko in it but I haven't decided. I am writing it because I want to write it. So, hope you enjoy it and I hope any psycho stalkers have grown up and found themselves a life.

You Are My Son

Chapter One

Kuu Hizuri stared out of the window of the car as the driver took him back to his home in Tokyo. His eyes caught a sign next to a Moz Burger of him in one of his latest acting roles. He sighed feeling blank. He must be amazing as an actor to really pull out emotions which he no longer felt. Happiness for example. What was happiness? Kuu sighed and turned to the side.

"Are you okay, Hizuri-sama?" the driver asked and Kuu nodded.

"I'm fine, thank you," he said before accidentally catching sight of the date and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt himself about to throw up but he had to control it. It was just….tomorrow was that date and although he had already requested that he have nothing scheduled on that date it made him feel incredibly guilty about acting, about doing anything, about existing.

Four years ago, his son had died. He had been eight at the time and would have turned nine two weeks after his death. Kuon. He looked to his wrist where he had had it written in English letters and had kept it in his contract that he wouldn't remove it so they often gave him accessories to cover it. He would look at this every time the world seemed too hard to bear. K U O N. It meant that he kept living and kept trying to make his son proud.

"I'd like to change the destination," Kuu requested as he pushed a hand through his hair. "Could you take me to Boss's….the president's residence?" he asked and as the driver nodded, Kuu closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why had he turned his attention away from his son?

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"Do you think you could sit right there for me whilst I perform this last scene?" Kuu asked Kuon as the boy flicked through one of his books. He nodded, gazing at the scene for the shoot. Kuon liked to accompany Kuu to different places and watch him act and Kuu always felt happy that he provided to his son such a role model. Hopefully Kuon would have some luck and land some roles of his own. "We can go out and grab a burger afterwards," he said.

"Sounds good," Kuon said before putting the book next to him. He never really could get into reading a book when given the opportunity to see his father acting. Kuu walked in front of the camera and Kuon found someone else to sit next to him. He looked behind him to see that this man had a stained hoody, sunglasses, torn jeans, sneakers which were falling apart. He opened his mouth to say something but remembered that his dad had always told him he should be kind and try not to judge others.

"Hey, kid," the man asked and Kuon looked around. People weren't coming over to ask the man why he was there. That must mean that he was someone linked with someone here. "Your dad here?"

"Yeah," Kuon smiled as he saw the director go over the notes of the scene with the two actors. "Over there, Kuu Hizuri." Kuon grinned as he leaned forwards before finding the man to grab him and cover his mouth. The other hand was holding a gun and Kuon felt himself stiffen as the cold metal barrel touched his skin.

He could smell something on the cloth that was covering his face and as he struggled, the world seemed to blur. He found himself picked up and heard running and a door closing. He couldn't hear anything else.

It was just black.

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"Hizuri-sama, we're here," the driver said and Kuu jolted up. He had had one of those bad dreams again but this time he had been imagining it from Kuon's perspective. Well, he really didn't know what had happened from Kuon's perspective but he did know the testimony of the murderer. He did know that whilst a search was called, it was on Kuon's birthday they had received a bag of bloody clothes, the exact clothes which he had been wearing that night and with it there had been a chopped off pinky finger with Kuon's DNA.

This man was supposed to have the role in the drama that Kuu had been playing but the director preferred Kuu for the role and therefore this man had taken revenge upon Kuon. They had searched for months but the conclusion was that Kuon had died somewhere between his abduction from the set and the mailing of the clothes and body part.

Kuu kept going over that day and how he should have kept a better watch on Kuon. He could have saved him. He had been there. That was the worst feeling. He had been right there and he had let his son be taken from him. Kuu needed to talk about his feelings with somebody and Juliena hadn't been mentally steady for years. He hated relying on the president so much but Boss might be able to give him answers or at least a shoulder to lean on.

He was soon welcomed into the house and looked around as he waited for the president to greet him. Hearing a succession of beeps, Kuu turned around wondering where the alarm was. He didn't want to sit down yet and especially not since Lory hadn't shown up. He heard the beeping again…and again…and again and then he let his curiosity get the best of him. He walked into the room.

Kuu looked around to see that there were papers on the floor as if a document had been printing and on the computer was a map. Kuu tried not to look at it but it appeared to start in America, go to Europe, then to Korea and finally to Japan. He looked carefully at the address it started at. That was his old address. That was the last address he had lived with Kuon at.

Was this information to do with Kuon? Kuu looked through some of the other tabs on the computer. There was something about the missing person case featuring Kuon, information on the memorial they had had, information on the man who had been put behind bars for the abduction and murder of his son, and then there was an address listing some type of gang activity that Lory must have found by hacking into the connection somewhere.

As the president entered the room, Kuu turned to him stunned. Lory's face paled as he realized what Kuu was looking at. "I can explain," he said and Kuu looked at him horrified.

"Explain, what? That you are looking into my son's case?" he shivered before looking at the dates on the map. Had other people been going through the same pain? "It's done. It's settled."

"There's a chance he's alive," Lory told him and Kuu felt that brush against him and sting him a bit. Alive!? As much as he wanted that to be true he knew that if he even gave thought to that statement that he would start to dream and hope and wish and get extremely disappointed when he came to the realization that Lory couldn't be telling the truth.

"If there was," Kuu said in a harsh voice, "You would have told me before. Nobody would leave a father to suffer especially if that person was friends with him. Kuon is dead. I wish he was alive. I spent months arguing with the police before I came to accept it."

"Perhaps there is a reason I never told you any of this," Lory gestured and Kuu stared at him. He took note of the latest address but he found it meaningless. Lory had men that he could send to these places even if he couldn't go himself. He could have told the police or investigators. He could have told him. Kuu didn't say anything as he walked out of the residence and went to the car.

He gave the driver the latest address knowing that he would worry Julie by being late but he had to go to this place himself and prove that Boss was wrong. Kuon was dead. That was always a painful thing to remember but it was true. He had last held his son as an eight year old. He would be twelve now. He never did get a chance to grow up.

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Kuu was sickened as he got to the address. It seemed to be an empty building but as he went inside he realized that it had a ring inside that hosted forced wrestling. He hated that he just stood back and watched as two young children were forced to fight for what appeared gangster and Yakuza approval. He hated the blood and the pain that was caused. He would have to report this to the police.

He didn't know how he had been able to convince them to let him in. It wasn't as if he fit the demographic. He saw a young boy get his tooth knocked out and he shivered. He should do something but it seemed dangerous to do anything. It seemed dangerous to even be here.

"Next in the ring," an announcer said. "The American heartthrob Golden Cowboy vs. the British legend Duke."

Kuu looked at the ring and he was stunned to see that both boys were tugged on stage. His heart plummeted as he looked at the one armed American boy. Gold hair. Emerald eyes. Around twelve or thirteen. No. It was impossible that that was actually Kuon. He stared at them as he heard the fight begin and his heart was ripped apart as he saw the way the one-armed cowboy had managed to win despite his obvious physical handicap.

Was that Kuon? He looked as if he might be Kuon but Kuu had to realize the truth. He had to convince himself of the truth. Kuon was dead. There was no chance of that being him.

End of Chapter One

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