Captive Butterfly

Author Notes: I just finished the second chapter. I really think I need a beta reader since I don't catch my own mistakes as some people had pointed out. I have reveiled a bit more but other then that I DO hae original characters but there will be alot of the YnM cast involved so don't worry. I have alot of plots up my sleeve just need to get them down. I really hope this chapter helped capture the setting and understanding. I sometimes am a little off in explanations. If thre are any questions ask them and I will answer them in the author notes next update. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Yami no Matsuei.

Chapter 1

Grumbling to himself as he dragged all his belongings into what seemed to be a quiet building. A middle-aged man greeted him at the entrance. He was quite taller then himself and had grey patches starting to become quite noticeable in his hair. The man has to be the headmaster of the school.

The man smiled at the boy, "Welcome, welcome. I'm glad to see you have arrived safely young man." His hand outstretched for a handshake.

Hisoka nodded a greeting to him and didn't feel like being overly formal so he kept the luggage firmly in grip. "Thank you sir." He said in a soft tone. Hisoka gazed slowly around the entranceway. It was rather large and well kept but it had a nostalgic feel to it.

Old paintings, documents and small posters were posted to areas on the wall, which most likely contained school history as well as specific school events for promotions. He didn't really care but he felt the need to at least look at his surroundings.

The flooring was old and creaky but this was one of those old buildings where you could hear every snap and pop from the floorboards and walls. It in some ways reminded him of his home. The old traditional look and area only repaired unless needed. Trying to protect something so fragile and important only to have it be destroyed by nature over time.

A sigh escaped his body as his he finally snapped back to the present for the second time that morning. He then noticed the headmaster was trying to get his attention.

"O-oh, I'm sorry sir. I'm sort of amazed by such a beautiful building." He hated the fact that he had to lie. But he truly didn't like the school, only the fact that he was alone. Otherwise this place was a nightmare.

He could only imagine ALL the over excited students and crowds he would have to encounter. It was murder to his very mind. The strong emotions of school events, overly friendly crowds and he dreaded having to meet these very people. Right now he was very angry, tired and nauseous. He hoped the headmaster would just let him get settled in his room once he was there.

"Well Kurosaki-kun, if you would like I can show you to your room?" Hisoka snapped his head to look at the headmaster. "The dormitory is on the far end of the school. It will be a long walk can you manage?"

Hisoka nodded lying to him for the second time that very morning. He felt physically and mentally drained. He just wished he could sleep for the rest of the day. Every muscle in his body almost burned and the luggage he carried just seemed to continue to get heavier.

Closing his eyes and with a sudden burst of energy he lifted the carrying cases.

The headmaster pushed open, a rather large door and turned left down the corridor. Hisoka followed after him not wanting to get left behind. But the weight of the luggage just slowed him down even more. What did he pack? He really couldn't remember. Living at home he didn't have much for possessions. His family never really presented him anything special or important. Just the clothing he owned and specific objects that he had already.

He didn't get a chance to really observe the rest of the building but he knew he had passed a lot of rooms where he could only figure they were classrooms. He only heard faint voices drifting from different rooms other then that the building was quiet.

Seeing the headmaster waiting for him ahead of him Hisoka forced his body to move forward trying his best to hide his discomfort from his fatigue. He didn't want to make a fuss from being there for only a few minutes. The last thing he wanted was people questioning, crowding and bothering him.

"Now, Kurosaki-kun, this is the dorm area. This is the usual passage the students take after class or going to class. If you would like to lave the dorm area to go outside there is a quicker way down the south hall here." The headmaster pointed in specific directions and doors and Hisoka could only merely nod in reply not caring what he was saying, he just wanted to see his room since it felt like his arms detach from his body from the heft of the luggage. He would explore on his own later.

"Ah, well just who I wanted to see!" The headmaster beamed at the newer person present. "Glenn, this is Kurosaki Hisoka. This new student has just joined with us. I would like you to help him if he has any questions."

Hisoka looked up at the young man, his hair was a dark brown and tousled around the back. His eyes were dark and he had a plastered grin on his face that almost seemed sickening. He was taller and his build was toned but not overly noticeable.

Glenn held out a hand to him but Hisoka shrugged in discomfort since he couldn't exactly shake the boy's hand. "Ah, that's fine! I'm Glenn, I'm at room 132 so if you ever need to ask any questions I'm here to help." The grin was still there and Hisoka simply forced a smile upon his face in reply.

Hisoka almost threw the luggage at the boy in anger but refrained from causing a commotion with the head of the dorms. Glenn seemed to have strong excited emotion radiating off him. He seemed like one of those get involved with every activity people. Hisoka wasn't about to judge someone so fast but he wasn't in the mood or mental frame of mind to let people befriend him.

"Ah, Glenn I apologize but could you show Kurosaki-kun to his room? I have some business to attend to at the office and it would be of great help if you could even show him around." The headmaster looked with trusting eyes at the brown haired boy. "His uniforms and schedules are in his room. I'll leave it to you that he gets situated fine."

Glenn nodded and smiled. "I'll do my best sir!"

The headmaster left them both and Hisoka groaned inwardly. He looked over at the overly happy boy and felt his stomach turn almost instantly. He felt like he was going to collapse but somehow he held it back.

"This way Kurosaki was it?" Glenn still smiled and motioned for him to follow.

"Yes. Kurosaki Hisoka." He replied in a monotone voice. He didn't want to sound excited since he feared that the head of the dorm would return the excited attitude. He kept a small distance between himself and Glenn as they walked. The closer he walked the worse he felt so he kept the distance trying not to make it noticeable to his escort.

Their footsteps echoed in the hallway as they watched for his dorm number to come by. The dorm area was separated in different sections depending on what class a student was in is depended on where they were placed. The under classmen were situated and placed downstairs as to the upper class men were placed upstairs above them.

Thank god for being an underclassman. Hisoka didn't have any energy to go up a flight of stairs. Since Hisoka was home schooled the faculty at this school felt Hisoka should be held back a grade to his age. Yet if he redeemed to be a solid student and over achieved in the current work they could boost him ahead.

Yet to Hisoka he didn't care. Truthfully he didn't want to study, and be told what to do and when to have things done. He was sick of it. He liked to read but as of right now he wanted to read for himself not some stuck up old teacher.

His father forced him to study and ordered him to do everything. He hated it. He knew his father did it out of hate not love. His father never cared for his personal feelings only that he listen to his every beckon and command like a dog. Yes he was the heir to their family and he needed to be knowledgeable of things but that didn't give his father any right to push him around like some stranger.

His ability is what set him back from being loved and there was nothing he could do to escape it. It made him mentally and physically weak at times. He wasn't what his father wanted in a son. He was only good to his father as being a blood heir nothing more. Not as a father and son relationship.

His mother was just as bad, always on the side to scold him for very mistake made. She had an awful attitude when it comes to Hisoka. She was hateful to him. She blamed him for every problem. He remembered her locking him into his room for days at a time and only haring distraught and angry words come from her mouth. He remembered as a child being confused and scared. He didn't understand why his parents were so cruel. Every punishment he was given was confusion to him.

He never or could recall having a friend or someone he could talk to freely. But why did he need one when all they would end up doing was stabbing him in the back later. This people at this school would be no different. Everyone is scared of something that is different and unique and they fear it to their very core.

He hoped he could at least last the school year in his room without any aggravation or problems. The last thing he needed was for someone to discover that he was different. He didn't know if it was going to be possible but either way if they knew or didn't know eventually everyone would leave him alone. Either from being afraid of him just gets the hint that he doesn't want to be friendly.

This was all so confusing he didn't know really what to think. He really needed to stop dazing off like this.

He looked up to see Glenn stop ahead of him. Hisoka jerked to a stop and looked at the door that they faced.

"This is your room, 220! It's been vacant for awhile now since the last student, well you didn't hear this from me, but they were caught bringing other boys to the room and well you know what I mean!" Glenn said quite bluntly. He really seemed like a gossip.

Hisoka stared at him and ignored that comment since Glenn ended up laughing like a maniac. He really wanted to steer clear of him now.

Hisoka almost rolled his eyes in annoyance but decided to open the door up and go inside. "Thank you, but I'll be fine from here." Hisoka said in a low voice.

He almost knew that the boy was pouting but didn't look back to verify it. "Aww, fine but I was looking forward to showing you around. There's a lot of know about this school, like where your classes are, the best places to hang out, the cafeteria, you know. Just letting you know you might get lost." Glenn sounded disappointed but Hisoka was definitely not in the mood.

He quickly refused the offer yet again. "No thank you. I would rather unpack and rest for the day. I had a long trip." He placed his luggage down on the floor and turned to the boy. "I want to be alone." He said sounded rather cold.

Glenn made an awkward face at him but removed it and smiled. "You're right I suppose. I'll be by later if you ever change your mind. I'll introduce you to some of your classmates maybe?"

Hisoka sighed. "Maybe."

Glenn grinned that same stupid plastered on look and Hisoka looked away. "Great, see you later then." He waved happily to the exhausted Hisoka and closed the door as he left.

Hisoka let out a long breath and slumped down on the freshly made bed. He rubbed his aching arms and looked around the empty room.

It had everything. A dresser, closet and even a bathroom and shower built in. It was better this way he had thought to himself. He could do whatever he wanted and not let people tell him differently. It was his room. Personally he could classify it as his sanctuary.

He still felt tired so he lay down on the bed and stared up at the white ceiling. He knew his thoughts would overtake his mind so he closed his eyes and hoped that he would get some needed sleep.

It seemed like he lie there for an eternity and still his eyes just would not stay shut. He felt exhausted but no matter how many times he forced his eyes shut he just couldn't drift off to sleep.

He began to wonder what sort of classes he would have. He had never been to an actual classroom with other students let alone with another person other then his father teaching him. Would they be as strict or would they be different then what he imagined.

Eventually the boy sat up dangling his legs over the side of the bed and looked at the small desk near him. There were a few papers neatly placed which he suspected were the schedules.

He reached for them and gently picked them up. "A school map…" He muttered skimming over the papers. "I don't need that guy to show me around."

He flipped through the pages and saw his class schedule. "Great." He said with the least amount of enthusiasm. "I suppose these are all the standard classes."

Slowly he traced his finger down the paper. "Oh, my teacher." Scanning over the paper carefully he came upon his teacher's name. "Tsuzuki…Asato." He shrugged a bit and set the papers back on the desk.

Feeling his fatigue come back he decided to lie back down. "Tsuzuki Asato, probably some old windbag with boring lectures."

Finally after closing his yes for this last time he drifted off to sleep hoping that this nightmare would soon come to an end.

tbc.

Till next update!