Noir
Chapter One
AN: Wheee, first chapter!
"…" – English conversations
"/…/" – Japanese conversations
"*…*" – any other language/telepathy
Chapter One: Yami
The airport was filled with bustling people, all running here or there to meet someone or catch that missed flight. Nobody stopped to pay attention to the small blue-haired boy wandering around the place, and certainly nobody thought to stop and ask the child if he was lost.
For lost he was, and hopelessly, too. He had let go of his father's hand to investigate something shiny lying on the ground (it had turned out to be a gum wrapper), and when he had looked back up, his father was gone.
Surprisingly enough, the little boy wasn't scared. He simply knew that his father wasn't in sight, and no one looked familiar. In a strangely adult reasoning, he had assumed that if he were to remain in more or less the same place, his father would surely find him.
So the little boy wandered around in circles, waiting for his father to come pick him up.
What the boy did not know was that Destiny's anger at being forgotten had changed his life forever.
His father had, in his haste (and aided in his memory loss by a vengeful spirit), forgotten his son and boarded his plane back to Japan. It is in fact a good thing he had left the child, because later the flight crashed. There were no survivors.
So, it wasn't until the tragic accident did anyone think to check the little boy wandering around.
"Little boy, are you lost?"
He blinked at the unfamiliar words. He hadn't understood anything during his father's business trip, as he was only six and native Japanese. So the meanings of the sounds spoken at him were lost.
"I said, are you lost?" The attendant asked again, frustrated and saddened by that plane crash.
"/I don't know what you're saying./"
The attendant frowned at the language. Was that Chinese? Wait, that plane that went down was going to Japan…could he have been forgotten by one of its passengers? Her face softened immediately. That poor boy!
The attendant, whose name was Sarah, smiled down at the child. "Don't worry; I'm going to find someone who can talk to you." Grabbing him by the hand, she led the child down to the translation area, where she was most likely to find a Japanese-speaking person. She approached the counter person.
"Hey, Bridgette, do you know any Japanese translators?"
The bouncy redhead looked at her friend, and then over the counter at the young boy in tow.
"Yeah, sure, I'll phone him up for you."
Sarah smiled, relieved. "Thanks. I have no idea what this kid is speaking, but Japanese is my logical guess."
Bridgette rung up Kizuki, waiting for the Japanese-American college student to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kizu, Sarah's here and she's got a kid in tow. She has no idea what language he's speaking, but we're guessing it's Japanese, so we need you."
"Okay, be right there."
She hung up the phone, sighing. "Okay, he'll be up in a few. Why don't you go sit on the benches?"
Sarah followed her friend's instructions, the kid once more following. They sat on the bench, waiting for Kizuki.
Before long he showed up, messy as usual. "So Bridge-chan, where's this kid?"
She pointed to the benches. "The blue-haired one next to Sarah."
He grinned, before flashing her a saucy smile and kiss. "Gotcha, hot- stuff. Be back after I deal with him."
He sauntered over, mentally inspecting the child. Odd, how his hair matched his eyes like that. He was also very disciplined, sitting perfectly still and silent. He watched the going-ons around him with wonder, his eyes wide.
Kneeling before the kid, he flashed Sarah a smile in greeting before seriously paying attention to the boy.
"/Hi, kid, my name's Kizuki. What's yours?/"
The child beamed, happy that he could understand someone at last.
"Ore wa Nagoya Chiaki desu!"
~TBC~
AN: Ha! Cliffhanger!
Chapter One
AN: Wheee, first chapter!
"…" – English conversations
"/…/" – Japanese conversations
"*…*" – any other language/telepathy
Chapter One: Yami
The airport was filled with bustling people, all running here or there to meet someone or catch that missed flight. Nobody stopped to pay attention to the small blue-haired boy wandering around the place, and certainly nobody thought to stop and ask the child if he was lost.
For lost he was, and hopelessly, too. He had let go of his father's hand to investigate something shiny lying on the ground (it had turned out to be a gum wrapper), and when he had looked back up, his father was gone.
Surprisingly enough, the little boy wasn't scared. He simply knew that his father wasn't in sight, and no one looked familiar. In a strangely adult reasoning, he had assumed that if he were to remain in more or less the same place, his father would surely find him.
So the little boy wandered around in circles, waiting for his father to come pick him up.
What the boy did not know was that Destiny's anger at being forgotten had changed his life forever.
His father had, in his haste (and aided in his memory loss by a vengeful spirit), forgotten his son and boarded his plane back to Japan. It is in fact a good thing he had left the child, because later the flight crashed. There were no survivors.
So, it wasn't until the tragic accident did anyone think to check the little boy wandering around.
"Little boy, are you lost?"
He blinked at the unfamiliar words. He hadn't understood anything during his father's business trip, as he was only six and native Japanese. So the meanings of the sounds spoken at him were lost.
"I said, are you lost?" The attendant asked again, frustrated and saddened by that plane crash.
"/I don't know what you're saying./"
The attendant frowned at the language. Was that Chinese? Wait, that plane that went down was going to Japan…could he have been forgotten by one of its passengers? Her face softened immediately. That poor boy!
The attendant, whose name was Sarah, smiled down at the child. "Don't worry; I'm going to find someone who can talk to you." Grabbing him by the hand, she led the child down to the translation area, where she was most likely to find a Japanese-speaking person. She approached the counter person.
"Hey, Bridgette, do you know any Japanese translators?"
The bouncy redhead looked at her friend, and then over the counter at the young boy in tow.
"Yeah, sure, I'll phone him up for you."
Sarah smiled, relieved. "Thanks. I have no idea what this kid is speaking, but Japanese is my logical guess."
Bridgette rung up Kizuki, waiting for the Japanese-American college student to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kizu, Sarah's here and she's got a kid in tow. She has no idea what language he's speaking, but we're guessing it's Japanese, so we need you."
"Okay, be right there."
She hung up the phone, sighing. "Okay, he'll be up in a few. Why don't you go sit on the benches?"
Sarah followed her friend's instructions, the kid once more following. They sat on the bench, waiting for Kizuki.
Before long he showed up, messy as usual. "So Bridge-chan, where's this kid?"
She pointed to the benches. "The blue-haired one next to Sarah."
He grinned, before flashing her a saucy smile and kiss. "Gotcha, hot- stuff. Be back after I deal with him."
He sauntered over, mentally inspecting the child. Odd, how his hair matched his eyes like that. He was also very disciplined, sitting perfectly still and silent. He watched the going-ons around him with wonder, his eyes wide.
Kneeling before the kid, he flashed Sarah a smile in greeting before seriously paying attention to the boy.
"/Hi, kid, my name's Kizuki. What's yours?/"
The child beamed, happy that he could understand someone at last.
"Ore wa Nagoya Chiaki desu!"
~TBC~
AN: Ha! Cliffhanger!