Disclaimer: Hey guys! This is a story of Nikuku Aneruro and his search for
love! You basically decide who he ends up with in your reviews, I don't
care with who at all, it's a you pick thing. So go in, play matchmaker and
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Prologue:
The little boy sat in his room and cried, letting all of the hurt out, his dirty carpet slowly absorbing the tears that trickled down his face. You see his father was an alcoholic. Whenever his father got home from work, he would get wasted and beat the living hell out of his mother, and if that wasn't enough, sometimes he went for him. Right know he heard things outside of his bedroom going on. He heard some glass breaking, furniture being thrown around, and his mother screaming, along with occasional, "Come here, bitch!" from his dad. The little boy moved some of his brown hair away from his face, and wiped his blue eyes with his sleeve. The little boy couldn't be older than six years old at the time. He wore a dirty striped shirt, black pants, and no shoes. He was skinny, not the good kind of skinny either, like the malnutrition kind of skinny. His room didn't have that many things in it either, just a bed and a lamp. If you hadn't guessed it, this young boy was abused. He was beaten almost on a regular basis. But today, something different would happen. The doorbell rang right in the midst of the fighting. It was probably the neighbors, the boy's father thought. The boy's father went up to the door. It was two policemen. The came in and accused the boys father of abusive actions, and that he was arrested.
"Arrest me? You can't do that!" He retorted in a drunken manner. He then raised his hand to hit the first policeman, who was a woman, but her partner promptly smacked the young boy's father's head with his police stick, but he wasn't out yet. In his rage, seeing his wife crawl out of the way, and lunged at her. He took this time in his drunken madness to snap her neck. The cop who was almost hit shot at the drunk, killing him. That gunshot startled the little boy, and without thinking, he ran out of his bedroom into the doorway. There he saw his parents, both dead and on the ground. New tears flew down his face and he fell to the floor, crying hysterically. The policeman looked startled at how badly things had gotten out of hand.
After a few short phone calls for the dead bodies, the policeman and the small boy were driving to the orphanage. The woman was worried at how the little boy hadn't said anything and turned around in her front seat to face him in the back. Trying to make conversation, she asked his name. "Nikuku Aneruro." Nikuku said looking out the window. When they drove into the orphanage, Nikuku knew his life would be different from know on. He didn't know, however, to what degree.
Next chapter will be up soon. Review my friends, review!
Prologue:
The little boy sat in his room and cried, letting all of the hurt out, his dirty carpet slowly absorbing the tears that trickled down his face. You see his father was an alcoholic. Whenever his father got home from work, he would get wasted and beat the living hell out of his mother, and if that wasn't enough, sometimes he went for him. Right know he heard things outside of his bedroom going on. He heard some glass breaking, furniture being thrown around, and his mother screaming, along with occasional, "Come here, bitch!" from his dad. The little boy moved some of his brown hair away from his face, and wiped his blue eyes with his sleeve. The little boy couldn't be older than six years old at the time. He wore a dirty striped shirt, black pants, and no shoes. He was skinny, not the good kind of skinny either, like the malnutrition kind of skinny. His room didn't have that many things in it either, just a bed and a lamp. If you hadn't guessed it, this young boy was abused. He was beaten almost on a regular basis. But today, something different would happen. The doorbell rang right in the midst of the fighting. It was probably the neighbors, the boy's father thought. The boy's father went up to the door. It was two policemen. The came in and accused the boys father of abusive actions, and that he was arrested.
"Arrest me? You can't do that!" He retorted in a drunken manner. He then raised his hand to hit the first policeman, who was a woman, but her partner promptly smacked the young boy's father's head with his police stick, but he wasn't out yet. In his rage, seeing his wife crawl out of the way, and lunged at her. He took this time in his drunken madness to snap her neck. The cop who was almost hit shot at the drunk, killing him. That gunshot startled the little boy, and without thinking, he ran out of his bedroom into the doorway. There he saw his parents, both dead and on the ground. New tears flew down his face and he fell to the floor, crying hysterically. The policeman looked startled at how badly things had gotten out of hand.
After a few short phone calls for the dead bodies, the policeman and the small boy were driving to the orphanage. The woman was worried at how the little boy hadn't said anything and turned around in her front seat to face him in the back. Trying to make conversation, she asked his name. "Nikuku Aneruro." Nikuku said looking out the window. When they drove into the orphanage, Nikuku knew his life would be different from know on. He didn't know, however, to what degree.
Next chapter will be up soon. Review my friends, review!