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Yamato's POV
Three days. Three days TK had been missing. Three days of walking home from school alone. Three days of pity from friends and three days of getting into fights with kids twice my size.
Limping home, I wondered if my brother was ever coming back. I was actually the one who had the idea, and I stupidly told him. I didn't mean I literally wanted to desert my parents completely. Apparently TK did.
For no particular reason, I broke into a run. It helped to calm my nerves somehow, even though it hurt my already twisted ankle.
Of course, when I tripped, it hurt a lot more.
My knee was now bleeding very badly. I held back tears as I gathered my stuff that had spilled all over the sidewalk. I wasn't sure how I would get home. My leg now hurt so bad I could hardly stand.
"Need a hand?"
I looked up to see a tall man, dressed in a black t-shirt with a silver dragon and black pants. His hair was also black.
He smiled down at me. "If you want, you can come to my house and I'll clean up your knee."
"No thanks. I can make it home on my own." Of course, I then fell again and my knee bled even worse.
The man looked at me worriedly. "Kid, I'm just trying to help. I know the number one rule for kids is don't talk to strangers, but if you're hurt you should get help. My house is right here, and you can call your parents to pick you up."
I thought about it for a while. I wouldn't have to walk so far if I could call Dad.
"OK, but just for a little bit."
I was still in his house an hour later. I found out his name was Jack, and he worked as a computer game designer. He cleaned up my knee with a weird feeling cloth; then bandaged it with the same material.
I was sitting on his couch, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows, watching my favorite TV show.
"Shouldn't you be going?" Jack said from the doorway. "Your parents must be getting worried."
"Yeah," I said, putting down my cup. Jack handed me my backpack, as well as a little card.
"This is my business card. I have an after school self defense program. I can teach you how to stop those bullies from picking on you.
I took it and headed out the door. I started running again, so I wouldn't be late for dinner. I ran into a dark alley as a shortcut, when I heard somebody groaning. I turned to the face the sound and…
"Oh, TK, I'm so glad you're safe!" Mom said for the millionth time that evening. TK's plan had worked. TK had run away to try to make Mom and Dad get back together. On this night, all four of us were a family again. Eventually, Dad noticed the time and sent us to bed.
It was too late for Mom and TK to go back to their house, so he and I shared my bed, Mom slept in Dad's bed, and Dad slept on the couch.
Long after TK was asleep, I lay awake in bed thinking about Jack's offer. I wanted to learn to defend myself, but there was something bothering me. I didn't remember anything after he had bandaged my leg. I remember suddenly stating that I needed chocolate, but before that…nothing.
I rolled over, careful not to wake TK. My cheek hit something wet on my pillow. I sat up and touched it.
"It's blood," I whispered to nobody. I touched the back of my neck, and found more. How did I hurt my neck? I didn't remember being hit on the neck during my fight, and I fell on my front side. What the heck happened?
Yamato's POV
Three days. Three days TK had been missing. Three days of walking home from school alone. Three days of pity from friends and three days of getting into fights with kids twice my size.
Limping home, I wondered if my brother was ever coming back. I was actually the one who had the idea, and I stupidly told him. I didn't mean I literally wanted to desert my parents completely. Apparently TK did.
For no particular reason, I broke into a run. It helped to calm my nerves somehow, even though it hurt my already twisted ankle.
Of course, when I tripped, it hurt a lot more.
My knee was now bleeding very badly. I held back tears as I gathered my stuff that had spilled all over the sidewalk. I wasn't sure how I would get home. My leg now hurt so bad I could hardly stand.
"Need a hand?"
I looked up to see a tall man, dressed in a black t-shirt with a silver dragon and black pants. His hair was also black.
He smiled down at me. "If you want, you can come to my house and I'll clean up your knee."
"No thanks. I can make it home on my own." Of course, I then fell again and my knee bled even worse.
The man looked at me worriedly. "Kid, I'm just trying to help. I know the number one rule for kids is don't talk to strangers, but if you're hurt you should get help. My house is right here, and you can call your parents to pick you up."
I thought about it for a while. I wouldn't have to walk so far if I could call Dad.
"OK, but just for a little bit."
I was still in his house an hour later. I found out his name was Jack, and he worked as a computer game designer. He cleaned up my knee with a weird feeling cloth; then bandaged it with the same material.
I was sitting on his couch, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows, watching my favorite TV show.
"Shouldn't you be going?" Jack said from the doorway. "Your parents must be getting worried."
"Yeah," I said, putting down my cup. Jack handed me my backpack, as well as a little card.
"This is my business card. I have an after school self defense program. I can teach you how to stop those bullies from picking on you.
I took it and headed out the door. I started running again, so I wouldn't be late for dinner. I ran into a dark alley as a shortcut, when I heard somebody groaning. I turned to the face the sound and…
"Oh, TK, I'm so glad you're safe!" Mom said for the millionth time that evening. TK's plan had worked. TK had run away to try to make Mom and Dad get back together. On this night, all four of us were a family again. Eventually, Dad noticed the time and sent us to bed.
It was too late for Mom and TK to go back to their house, so he and I shared my bed, Mom slept in Dad's bed, and Dad slept on the couch.
Long after TK was asleep, I lay awake in bed thinking about Jack's offer. I wanted to learn to defend myself, but there was something bothering me. I didn't remember anything after he had bandaged my leg. I remember suddenly stating that I needed chocolate, but before that…nothing.
I rolled over, careful not to wake TK. My cheek hit something wet on my pillow. I sat up and touched it.
"It's blood," I whispered to nobody. I touched the back of my neck, and found more. How did I hurt my neck? I didn't remember being hit on the neck during my fight, and I fell on my front side. What the heck happened?