*** Chris-Redfield26: Wow, alot of people like this story, alot more then I
expected. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. This IS my first
.Hack//Sign story so I was a bit nervouse. But I think I will continue with
this story. I was thinking of shutting it down, but I decided not to. This
project should keep me entertained, at least for a little while. ^_^ Now, I
will proceed to write this fanfic as I listen to Gravitation music. How do
I do it! LOL. ***
Chapter 4
His parents couldnt figure it out. The puppet, their son, slowly walked through the front door, his head bowed down and hair covering his eyes. They watched as he walked by them, grabbing a plate of food before marching upstairs silently. It was a rarity to see the young boy out of his room, non the less outside. He was back though, so they had nothing to worry about.
Eyes pale, the boy made his way to his bedroom. Darkness welcomed him as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
' Now, time to do some reading.'
Climbing onto his bed he made himself comfortable, slipping the books out of his pocket and opening it up. A small bit of light shined onto his face, causing him to scowl. Standing, the boy walked toward the window, closing the drapes all the way.
Fianlly in the darkness he called home, the boy curled up to his blankets and began to read.
***
Bear smiled as he stuck his head slightly out the cars window. Cool breeze blew into his face, blowing his hair behind him. It was a beautiful day to just go out and take a drive.
A nice tune drifted into his ears as he parked his car, climbing out and shoving his hands into his pockets. Looking to his right he spotted a young man, playing a guitar on the street cornor. The man, barely even in his twenties, sat on a small stole, one leg propped up to hold the guitar. His hands gently pulled the strings, soft music lifting up from it. With a smile Bear walked over, watching the young man with bright eyes.
" Your good." He commented as the man finished.
The man looked up at him, green eyes twinkling. With a grin he stood and looked down at his guitar case. A few dollar bills and some coins lay at the bottom of the case, showing what may be ten or twenty dollars.
" Thank you." The man said kindly. " Im saving it."
Bear watched him closly as he bent down, picking up the money and shoving it into his pockets. Gently he plaed the guitar in its case, picking it up just as gently.
He couldnt help but ask. " For what?"
" Collage." The man mumbled. " We dont have enough money, but Dad says if I work hard enough we could earn the money."
Warmth filled his heart as he watched the kid. ' This is a good man.'
" Here." Bear smiled, taking out his wallet. " Take it, you deserve it."
Before the man could say a thank you, or even look at how much money Bear placed in his hands, Bear was already across the street, heading toward the store.
" Wow." the man mumbled, staring down at the hundred the stranger had placed in his hand.
Bear walked into the store, an air conditioner cooling him down. It wasnt all that hot outside, but he guessed it was better safe then sorry. Smiling at the woman at the counter he grabbed his items, walking toward her.
" A nice day out huh?" He said to her, placing down the items onto the counter.
She smiled back at him, grabbing his things swiftly. " A very nice day Mr. Ikaro."
Bear chuckled. " You dont need to call me that, my name is Bear. Call me Bear."
" Ok, I'm sorry Bear."
He waved, taking his bags. " See you tomorrow!"
" Bye!"
Walking back out into the light heat he headed for his car. The guitar player had left by then, not a trace of him around. Stepping into his car Bear turned it on, turning the radio up slightly as he drove down the street.
To himself he hummed a small tune from an old show he had watched a while ago. Although he loved to talk about past times, to be honest, he had no real friends to share them with. He didnt talk to many people in the real world, and everyone in the game was so much younger then he. Sometimes he felt, maybe, a bit left out.
Slowly he inched his car into the driveway, rocks cracking under the heavy weight. Stepping out he walked toward his house. As he reached for his keys his eyes opened in mind surprise. the door was already opened.
' Thats odd...'
Reaching his one free hand up he pushed the door slightly open. Darkness covered his vision, his lack of windows and no lights on helping the matter. Reaching up, he flsicked the switch, and dropped his bags in shock.
***
The boy closed the book, looking up at his clock.
' 8:30 p.m.... The adults will be wondering soon.'
Never in the whole boy'sife had he spent so much time with a book. The boy didnt read, period. It wasnt his nature. Placing the book on his shelf he stood up, walking out of the dark bedroom. He squinted his eyes against the artificial light that the adults called lamps. How he cursed them, the adults, the light.
' Foolish people.'
The adults, his parents, looked up at him through dark eyes. He walked by them quickly, not enjoying their hard gazes.
'' And what have you been doing?'' The one called father asked sternly.
The boy decided to throw them off. " Ive been reading father."
The adults looked at him as if he just slapped them in the face. With a smirk the boy turned, heading back upstairs.
" Hey!" his father called after him. " Get down here!"
The boy ignored his fathers yelling, proceeding up the steps toward his sanctuary.
Suddenly loud footsteps ecoed behind him. As quickly as his young legs would take him the boy raced, reaching his room and slamming the door shut behind him. He could hear his father reach the door and begin pounding away at it with closed fists, trying to slam open the door. Locking it with one free hand the boy took a step back, staring at the door with blank eyes. After only moments the noise stopped all together.
' And people wonder why I dont go outside.'
Shaking his head he sat down in front of his computer moniter, turning it on. Light shined in his face, but this light he didnt mind. This light set him free.
' Time to look you up oh great writer Bear.'
Little fingers began to quickly type, his search for the one called Ikaro Bear just starting.
*** Chris- Sorry that took so long, I was kinda having a writers block. But this new chapter opens me up to tons of ideas. Sorry about any mistakes, my keyboard is once again acting up. I just bought episodes 1-60 of Naruto anf soon I will be watching them, just in case any of you are Naruto fans. Well, now I have tons of things I can do for the next chapter, so watch out! ***
Chapter 4
His parents couldnt figure it out. The puppet, their son, slowly walked through the front door, his head bowed down and hair covering his eyes. They watched as he walked by them, grabbing a plate of food before marching upstairs silently. It was a rarity to see the young boy out of his room, non the less outside. He was back though, so they had nothing to worry about.
Eyes pale, the boy made his way to his bedroom. Darkness welcomed him as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
' Now, time to do some reading.'
Climbing onto his bed he made himself comfortable, slipping the books out of his pocket and opening it up. A small bit of light shined onto his face, causing him to scowl. Standing, the boy walked toward the window, closing the drapes all the way.
Fianlly in the darkness he called home, the boy curled up to his blankets and began to read.
***
Bear smiled as he stuck his head slightly out the cars window. Cool breeze blew into his face, blowing his hair behind him. It was a beautiful day to just go out and take a drive.
A nice tune drifted into his ears as he parked his car, climbing out and shoving his hands into his pockets. Looking to his right he spotted a young man, playing a guitar on the street cornor. The man, barely even in his twenties, sat on a small stole, one leg propped up to hold the guitar. His hands gently pulled the strings, soft music lifting up from it. With a smile Bear walked over, watching the young man with bright eyes.
" Your good." He commented as the man finished.
The man looked up at him, green eyes twinkling. With a grin he stood and looked down at his guitar case. A few dollar bills and some coins lay at the bottom of the case, showing what may be ten or twenty dollars.
" Thank you." The man said kindly. " Im saving it."
Bear watched him closly as he bent down, picking up the money and shoving it into his pockets. Gently he plaed the guitar in its case, picking it up just as gently.
He couldnt help but ask. " For what?"
" Collage." The man mumbled. " We dont have enough money, but Dad says if I work hard enough we could earn the money."
Warmth filled his heart as he watched the kid. ' This is a good man.'
" Here." Bear smiled, taking out his wallet. " Take it, you deserve it."
Before the man could say a thank you, or even look at how much money Bear placed in his hands, Bear was already across the street, heading toward the store.
" Wow." the man mumbled, staring down at the hundred the stranger had placed in his hand.
Bear walked into the store, an air conditioner cooling him down. It wasnt all that hot outside, but he guessed it was better safe then sorry. Smiling at the woman at the counter he grabbed his items, walking toward her.
" A nice day out huh?" He said to her, placing down the items onto the counter.
She smiled back at him, grabbing his things swiftly. " A very nice day Mr. Ikaro."
Bear chuckled. " You dont need to call me that, my name is Bear. Call me Bear."
" Ok, I'm sorry Bear."
He waved, taking his bags. " See you tomorrow!"
" Bye!"
Walking back out into the light heat he headed for his car. The guitar player had left by then, not a trace of him around. Stepping into his car Bear turned it on, turning the radio up slightly as he drove down the street.
To himself he hummed a small tune from an old show he had watched a while ago. Although he loved to talk about past times, to be honest, he had no real friends to share them with. He didnt talk to many people in the real world, and everyone in the game was so much younger then he. Sometimes he felt, maybe, a bit left out.
Slowly he inched his car into the driveway, rocks cracking under the heavy weight. Stepping out he walked toward his house. As he reached for his keys his eyes opened in mind surprise. the door was already opened.
' Thats odd...'
Reaching his one free hand up he pushed the door slightly open. Darkness covered his vision, his lack of windows and no lights on helping the matter. Reaching up, he flsicked the switch, and dropped his bags in shock.
***
The boy closed the book, looking up at his clock.
' 8:30 p.m.... The adults will be wondering soon.'
Never in the whole boy'sife had he spent so much time with a book. The boy didnt read, period. It wasnt his nature. Placing the book on his shelf he stood up, walking out of the dark bedroom. He squinted his eyes against the artificial light that the adults called lamps. How he cursed them, the adults, the light.
' Foolish people.'
The adults, his parents, looked up at him through dark eyes. He walked by them quickly, not enjoying their hard gazes.
'' And what have you been doing?'' The one called father asked sternly.
The boy decided to throw them off. " Ive been reading father."
The adults looked at him as if he just slapped them in the face. With a smirk the boy turned, heading back upstairs.
" Hey!" his father called after him. " Get down here!"
The boy ignored his fathers yelling, proceeding up the steps toward his sanctuary.
Suddenly loud footsteps ecoed behind him. As quickly as his young legs would take him the boy raced, reaching his room and slamming the door shut behind him. He could hear his father reach the door and begin pounding away at it with closed fists, trying to slam open the door. Locking it with one free hand the boy took a step back, staring at the door with blank eyes. After only moments the noise stopped all together.
' And people wonder why I dont go outside.'
Shaking his head he sat down in front of his computer moniter, turning it on. Light shined in his face, but this light he didnt mind. This light set him free.
' Time to look you up oh great writer Bear.'
Little fingers began to quickly type, his search for the one called Ikaro Bear just starting.
*** Chris- Sorry that took so long, I was kinda having a writers block. But this new chapter opens me up to tons of ideas. Sorry about any mistakes, my keyboard is once again acting up. I just bought episodes 1-60 of Naruto anf soon I will be watching them, just in case any of you are Naruto fans. Well, now I have tons of things I can do for the next chapter, so watch out! ***