Chapter two of my very.. Nice fic, Twisted Fate. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry
the chapters are so short.
I own these characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Many days had gone by since Toruko had been "kidnapped" by the so- called Aneko. Day after day she bossed him around. Telling him to do nearly impossible things for such a small child. Toruko did his best, however, fufilling Aneko's every command. Whether it was stealing food from a nearby store, or even as simple as drawing a certain picture on the wall. Aneko asked a lot of things from Toruko, many of which he didn't understand why. She's just bossing me around for the hell of it, Toruko thought many bad things about this evil woman, she's just using me for her own amusement! He often felt lonely, having only Aneko for company. He longed for someone to play with.
One quiet afternoon when Aneko had fallen to a deep sleep, Toruko sat against the wall, the laughter of other children ringing through his head. Oh how he wished he could be playing with them. Yet he hated the sound. He was jealous and began to feel hatred towards all normal children. They didn't feel his pain and he felt that he shouldn't live this way. That he should live like every other child in Tokyo. ( They're in Tokyo by the way. o_O; ) This new hatred he had developed made him feel invincible. He felt as if he could do anything he wanted with this raging power. His eyes grew darker with every thought. His hands formed fists which he burried into a small blanket that lay at his feet.
Every day, Toruko's hatred grew stronger. Aneko began to admire him more, for his eyes were nearly as cold as her own. She had him in her grasp. He was all her's forever. He would never see anyone else, nor would he want to. She could have her very own servant for the rest of her life. She smirked at the thought of him waiting on her hand and foot as she relaxed in the warmth of the sun.
Toruko stood in the corner of the small alley-like "room," as he watched Aneko, waiting to be told what to do. Aneko approached him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Your eyes are now filled with hate. I congratulate you on learning what I learned so long ago. No one deserves to be loved. You must hate all for what they have done or not done to you. No one is worth trusting." as Aneko passes on her foolish wisdom to Toruko, he listens very closely to a sound in the distance.
Aneko, noticing Toruko's attention elsewhere, shuts up. "What is it, boy? What is it keeping you from paying attention to me?" she speaks sternly, wanting an immediate answer.
Toruko's mind wanders to the sound. What is that? It sounds like.. Someone crying..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well.. You like so far? I sure do n_n; Chapter three coming soon.
-Laura(unoptional)
I own these characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Many days had gone by since Toruko had been "kidnapped" by the so- called Aneko. Day after day she bossed him around. Telling him to do nearly impossible things for such a small child. Toruko did his best, however, fufilling Aneko's every command. Whether it was stealing food from a nearby store, or even as simple as drawing a certain picture on the wall. Aneko asked a lot of things from Toruko, many of which he didn't understand why. She's just bossing me around for the hell of it, Toruko thought many bad things about this evil woman, she's just using me for her own amusement! He often felt lonely, having only Aneko for company. He longed for someone to play with.
One quiet afternoon when Aneko had fallen to a deep sleep, Toruko sat against the wall, the laughter of other children ringing through his head. Oh how he wished he could be playing with them. Yet he hated the sound. He was jealous and began to feel hatred towards all normal children. They didn't feel his pain and he felt that he shouldn't live this way. That he should live like every other child in Tokyo. ( They're in Tokyo by the way. o_O; ) This new hatred he had developed made him feel invincible. He felt as if he could do anything he wanted with this raging power. His eyes grew darker with every thought. His hands formed fists which he burried into a small blanket that lay at his feet.
Every day, Toruko's hatred grew stronger. Aneko began to admire him more, for his eyes were nearly as cold as her own. She had him in her grasp. He was all her's forever. He would never see anyone else, nor would he want to. She could have her very own servant for the rest of her life. She smirked at the thought of him waiting on her hand and foot as she relaxed in the warmth of the sun.
Toruko stood in the corner of the small alley-like "room," as he watched Aneko, waiting to be told what to do. Aneko approached him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Your eyes are now filled with hate. I congratulate you on learning what I learned so long ago. No one deserves to be loved. You must hate all for what they have done or not done to you. No one is worth trusting." as Aneko passes on her foolish wisdom to Toruko, he listens very closely to a sound in the distance.
Aneko, noticing Toruko's attention elsewhere, shuts up. "What is it, boy? What is it keeping you from paying attention to me?" she speaks sternly, wanting an immediate answer.
Toruko's mind wanders to the sound. What is that? It sounds like.. Someone crying..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well.. You like so far? I sure do n_n; Chapter three coming soon.
-Laura(unoptional)