A soft gust of wind swept along the dull green blades of overgrown grass and up the river's current making the dead leaves on the waters surface swirl about. The leaves drifted with the current slowly down the river before being swallowed up and swept away under the waters cold surface.
A child grinned and stuck his hand into the freezing water letting it drift with the current until the coldness made him pull it back out. He wore a black Gi and looked as though her were 9 or 10 years old. His skin was a dark green with pink patches outlined with red on the sides of his arms. His large pointed ears twitched every once in awhile as he played in the water. He lay sprawled out on his stomach, and turned his interest to the drying out blades of grass. One by one he pulled the blades of grass up and placed them into a small pile. Soon the pile was as big as both his hands put together. He smirked playfully and picked up the pile of dead grass and threw it into the river watching as the current pulled them away quickly. A few stray blades got caught by the wind and were swept away to the opposite side of the river. A voice snapped the child out of his bliss and someone yanked him up by the arm.
"Boy!" The man shouted, anger lacing his voice. "How many times have I told you to stay away from here?!"
The man drew his free hand back and slapped the boy across the face.
"Now go home." He hissed and shoved the boy harshly. "Freak." He spat after the boy and crossed his arms over his chest angrily.
A single tear ran down the boy's cheek as he ran home as quickly as he could. His cheek burned and began to bruise a light purple.
'Freak.' He thought to himself and wiped away the tears trailing down his face.
He hated it when he cried, it showed his father that he was afraid of him and that he had power over him. The man wasn't even his father, he had found him when he was just a baby and raised him.
A root from an old oak tree jutted out from the ground and tripped the boy as he ran. He tumbled forward and slid on the ground tearing his shirt and scrapping up his legs. A trickle of purple blood ran down his arm and was quickly wiped away.
"Crap." He winced and scowled at his arm in annoyance and then down at his clothes. "Crap! Now I'm in for it." The boy growled and took off running again.
His heart raced, pounding against his ribcage as he approached the small two-bedroom house. Panting he ran up to the front door and went inside then pressed himself up against the wall catching his breath. Soon his breathing returned to normal and he closed the door and went straight into the bathroom.
He stared at himself in the mirror and slowly turned on the faucet, splashing cool water onto his face and then watched it drip off. Obsidian eyes stared back at him, a large purple bruise formed just under the left eye.
"Freak." The word rolled off his tongue and echoed in his mind several times.
It hit him harder then any other word had before and seemed to burn irritatingly. His 'father' had called him names before but this one seemed to strike him the hardest for some reason.
Quickly he splashed more water onto his face and rubbed away the dirt then went and changed his clothes.
Downstairs the door creaked open and slammed shut.
"Boy!"
Involuntarily the boy winced at hearing his father's voice. Slowly he walked out of his room and to the top of the staircase.
"Yes Otousan?"
The man scowled and ran a hand through his dark brown hair and glared at the boy.
"Come here baka." He snarled angrily.
Hesitantly the boy climbed down the stairs and up to his father. The man stared down angrily at him and lifted up his chin inspecting the bruise on his face.
He 'Hmphed' and shook his head releasing the boys chin and folded his arms across his chest.
He 'Hmphed' again, still glaring at the boy. "I could never figure you out, boy."
The man took a step forward and angrily shoved the boy into the stairs. The boy let out a startled gasp as he tumbled onto the stairs and quickly scrambled to his feet.
"I mean," The man continued. "You're green. You know if it weren't for me you would have died, but because I was nice I took you in and raised you. I should have left you for the animals to eat."
Again the man lashed out and hit the boy across the face causing the boy to stumble backwards, but this time he did not stop, he continued to beat the boy.
The punches and kicks slowly stopped and the man stood over the boy panting, then angrily he turned away and folded his arms over his chest.
"Go to your room." He growled and vanished into the kitchen.
The boy slowly lifted himself off the ground and pressed his sleeve to his nose trying to stop the blood that ran freely from his left nostril. More purple blood dripped from his lip onto the front of his shirt as he leaned against the wall for support. Slowly he made his way clumsily up the stairs and into his room.
"I've got to get out of here." He panted when he reached his room and closed the door.
Shaking his head he forced himself to ignore the pain that throbbed all over from the attack. Then slowly he edged towards his window and swung it open. He could make it to the ground by climbing down the gutter and then he would make a run for it. He heard some shuffling coming from downstairs and decided that it was now or never and climbed out the window. As soon as his feet hit the ground he started to run. The last thing he heard before he disappeared into the forest was his father screaming at him to come back.
A/N: Please Review! This is my first attempt at a serious Fanfic so please tell me if it's good or not. ^_^ Thank-you!