As promised here is Broken Chapter two! and yes, no yaoi in this chapter x) This story is the beginning of Yuan's childhood, and basically his life until he was eighteen. The next chapter? Wait till the author's note to learn it!. Have any ideas on what movie I ish basing this off? No? good!

Broken
Chapter Two: Innocence

"I told ye, damn kid, stay the 'ell away from my damn things."

It was another one of those nights. Father comes home, gives mother a good thrashing, then sets his sites on any helpless pray. Tonight however, both so called parents were under the influence and taking out their vexation's upon each other. I myself had locked me and my older brother in our room. Fists clenching the blankets around me tightly, I silently prayed to any wandering angel to get out of this hellhole alive. Each night... each bruise. Each injury made me wonder if this life was pointless or not?

"Open this 'amn doo-r."

His words were slurring together, and a vengeful fist smacked the cherry wood that protected myself from the dangers of my own father. Wincing from shock, I tightened my grasp and buried my back against the wall as far as I could. By now I should be used to this sort of treatment, but I'm not. Not being able to tell anyone, in fears of my father killing me, I usually try to stay at this thing called school as much as I can. Or wander aimlessly upon the streets.

"Don't makeme b'reak it down. I'm warnin' you, damn kids."

His voice was cracking and the anger that loomed in it caused shivers to roll down my back. My older brother, Leon, sat in his top-bunk. Ears perking, I could have sworn I heard him snicker a few times and go back to his reading. Leon... he wasn't any better than the others. Taking a free fist, I moved my black hair out of my eyes and starred vacantley at the door, fearing tonight's 'treatment'.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Jack!"

This time it was mother's voice who filled my hearing. At first relief rushed over me like a soothign waterfall but soon disappaited when I heard the shattering of glass on skin. Wincing once more, I closed my eyes tightly and wished I was some place else. Anywhere but here. Opening my eyes, I saw my brother standing in front of me sheepishly. Watching him nervously, he walked over to his desk and grabbed his old boy scout knife. Eyes widening, I remained silent, and watched him jump up on his bed, and go back to reading.

"Don't tell me what to do, ye damn slut!"

Uneasily, I felt my body being to shake and I closed my eyes once more. This life wasn't so good at all, and Leon didn't make it any better. The things he did to me, the damn things he did. I just wanted to run away, get away from it all. And that's just what I did, just for one night. Arising to my feet, I heard glass shattering and punches being swapped. In the mornng this would all be forgotten and the normal couple of Jack and Fera would return to their daily lives. But now? Now I was in immedaite danger.

Grabbing the window, I gathered all my upper body strength and shoved it open. Glancing downward, I eyed the ten foot jump. Gulping, I knew I could do it. True, I was only thirteen, but that was no damn reason not to jump out of here. Ascending to the ground beneath me, I manged to land safely. It was night, around seven, which was early for both my parents to be getting drunk. And even longer of a time for their tormenting nights.. Eyes scanning my so called home, I stepped forward into the vague darkness.

My first destination was to my part-time job. If I wanted things in life that my parents didn't think for essential, I'd have to buy them. So that's what I did, I used the money I got from delivering on things like new clothes and books. Books were my only passageway to a better life.

"Few hours late."

I pushed the door open into the local pharmacy. Sitting at the counter was one of my employers. Rarely did I ever have to do his jobs, but tonight was slow. Stepping forward, I watched him hold a beer in his hands and a closed parcel in his other. Raising an eyebrow I walked over and sat down on the stool in front of him.

"Parents.." I mumbled as an excuse

Blood-stained eyes glared defiantley at me as he took a rather large chug of the beer he had clenched in his hands. Twelve o'clock shadow bore on his face as the bags around his eyes grew larger by the moment. Heart-sinking, I watched his reaction turn tense as he placed the bag on the coutner in front of us.

"This is for the Herald's on fifth street. It's very important you see, so I want you to take extra care with it, you hear?"

Now eyeing the package, I noticed it was rather small. Turning back to him, I wondered what exactly was in there. Taking another drink of alochol, his eyes twitched as he shoved it closer to me. Touching it with one hand, I noticed it was a vial. Tilting my head, I starred abck at him, unsure what was so important.

"What's so important about it, sir-" I began but was cut off by his bottle of beer hitting the table in vexation and smashing to pieces. Shutting my mouth abrutly, I sat there, afraid to speak or breath. So I just sat there, watching him.

"Don't ask questions..." He replied. Gruffly, he smacked the counter a few times, in attempts to keep his arm straight in the air. Heart dropping ten levels lower than it already was, I began extremely tense and worried. Usually this man was open-minded and told me what I was delivering. But tonight? I didn't trust his judgement.

"Sir, you don't seem well."

"I said don't question it lad." On his breath lingered many accoutns of liqure and beer. How could I tell so easily? It just grows on you when you have two over-drinkers in your family.

"But sir, are you sure this is the right proscription? I don't remember-" I began but was cut off by his fist hitting the table. Tensing up once more, my body began to shake once more, and the whole idea of coming here suddenely turned vile.

"Damn lad! It's for their lad's asma."

Looking down at the package, I nodded, grabbed it, and left out through the front door rapidly. Once outside, I took a long quaverring breath. Snow fell around me, as I stood there, leaning against the door. Something inside of me told me to look inside. Gathering up any courage I had left, I reached inside and took out the vial.

Inside was what looked like something I'd never seen. My uncle was a pharmarcist but this was something new. Heart pounding speedily as I ran a hand across the cold glass. Screwing open the top, I lifted it to my nose and smelt the inside.

"What the.."

Jerking my head backwards, I stood there, dumfounded. The smell of rat poision filled my senses as I bit down my tonuge. So he really was drunk and distrubting fatal drugs to children? Gulping down a big ball of dread, I looked back inside through the window and saw him fiddling through a few things, drunkily. Pressing forward, I pushed open the door. Eyes fell upon me once more as he immedatiley stopped.

"What do you want?"

"This isn't a pill." I spoke, advancing forth. Raising a bushy eyebrow, he grabbed the vial out of my hands and took one out.

"See this, it's a damn pill." He spoke, grabbing me with his other hand by the collar. Squitning my eyes, I contiuned to protest, fearing the outcome.

"It's rat poision..." I whispered, not looking him in the eye. Startled, the man glared at me and sent a spare punch across the face. Wincing in pain, he dropped me on the floor. Daring to look up I watched him walk out from behind the counter, pills still in hand.

"What gives you the damn right to look through packages?" He asked, holding the pills above my head.

"You'll kill somebody if you sort drugs when you're drunk," I replied, arising to my feet. Once standing up, I felt the cold sensation of blood running down my face. This feeling was far to familiar so it didn't bother me as much as the average person. But still, it hurt like hell. Like bloody hell.

"Oh really?" He asked and took one out of shoved it in his mouth. Heart stopping, my blood ran ice cold and I lunged forward and sent him over.

"Don't!" I snarled as he fell into the counter. Wrong idea... he chucked me off him and sent me falling backwards.

"See, I'm okay, you damn kids." He spoke, walking closer.

"Sir, don't..." I spoke wearily, trying to stand up. Fear and fatigue got the best of me as I sat there on the ground, defenseless. Somebody.. save me..

"Get out of here before I kill you!" He hollered. Taking the hint, I arose to my feet and ran out, then fell into the snow weakily. Body laying in the cold substance, I silently cursed myself. I saved one life to kill another. Why couldn't I have just thrown out the drugs?

"Yuan?"

Shifting in the snow, I looked downward at where I had just been laying. The snow was now a dull red, and my head hurt emensley. If I really wanted this kind of abuse, I would have just stayed home. Rolling over, I glanced up at Leon who was standing smugly above my weak body. Not daring to reply, I closed to my eyes and wished I was somewhere safe.

"You got beaten up real bad, huh?"

Eyes tightly shut, I felt the numbing feeling on my left cheek. I felt the presence of Leon standing above me. Shifting uneasily, I kept my eyes closed and lay in the icy grave I had made. Hearing a grumble of displeasure, I felt a hand grab my and lift me up. Daring to look, I saw my brother holding his book, starring at me with an amused look.

"Never question Mr. George. There's been times when he's used rat poision instead of pills before, but you don't see me standing up for the victim," A snicker rolled across his lips as I swayed restlessly on my sore feet.

"He's... killed before?"

My heart stopped and I suddenely realized Leon had once done this job, but didn't dare to speak up. Wincing from the returning pain, I stood there proudly, as if I was ok, when I wasn't.

"But rat poision will only kill those of young age. George isn't young, nor his previous victims. Each got out with a cold for a few weeks and a stomac virsus," His dark green eyes scanned me. Wrapped around his neck was a warm cloth scarf, and tightly clenched around his body was a tan barnjacket. So he had got away from the parents too.. Gulping, I ran a hand through the locks of my black hair.

"Leon, the person I was supposed to deliver this to was only six."

"Then I guess you saved their life, neh, Yuan?"

He turned around and walked back down the street towards our house. Standing there, letting the deep gash in my face heal over, I suddenely felt fufilled. For once I had saved an innocent life, but in return for a heavy blow to the face. This life was too precious to take away from anyone. Whipping off a few drops of blood from my left cheek, I followed behind Leon, back home.

------Two Years Later-------

It was a cold decemeber night. Myself and Leon had just been left alone, as usual, as our mother and father went to drink away their worries. Drink away debt, drink away love, and drink away the brusies that would surely never leave. Now fifteen, I had begun to respect life, and take it as it come. Death wasn't a factor in my life, and as long as I stood tall and took my beating, no one would get hurt, besides me.

"Hey, Yu."

I was sitting by the window sill, wondering what life would do to me. Pushing a few strands of black hair out of my eyes, I contiuned to watch it snow, and ignored Leon. Hearing a loud thump on the ground behind me, I asumed he was walking over to me for a pointless conversation or request. Eyes peeled on the falling snow, I remained stiff as stone, aghast to move.

"Hello, Yuan?"

His hand had found it's way to my shoulder. Lately Leon was becoming more of a brother than he was when I was ten and younger. He always used to beat on me, make fun of my long black hair, and the lack of friends I had. Hell, I'm fifteen and have never had a girlfriend. But now? Ever since that night at George's, he's seem more compelled to me, as if my display of actions finally showed him I deserved to be respected. And finally having someone to talk to, a brother-figure, was more then any beating could ever do to me.

"Yes?"

I wheeled backwards in my chair so I was starting at Leon. He held his usual notebook in hand, and that sleepish smile upon his chapped lips. Tilting my head, I watched as he grabbed a chair and sat next to me. My green eyes watched him, and awaited his response.

"I've been thinking. You claim you want to be differen, right?" Leon asked. Nodding my head slowly, I sat there tesnlessly, not showing any sign of emotion. Fear, what was this thing called fear?

"Go on." I replied coldly.

"Well, how about this?"

Being shoved in my hand was a small box. Raising an eyebrow, I watched Leon's smirking expression turn to a light smile as he pointed at me, as if he wished for me to open it. Taking an agruable sigh, I slid open the paper bag wrapping to find a small blue box. Still confused, I slipped my index finger under the lid and snapped it open. Inside sat a large bottle. Jerking my head backwards, I took it out and eyed it. It was rather large, and the bottle shown of a metallic blue.

"What is it?"

"Hair dye."

I froze as I held the bottle in grasp. Something inside me told me to drop it, but my gut told me to hold on and listen to what Leon had to say. A smirk rolled across his face once more as he took it from my hands and read it slowly. Hearing the descipition of it, my stomach felt sick, but this feeling of dare pushed me onward.

"You want me to dye my hair... blue?"

"You'll be the only guy in the whole highschool to have long blue hair. Think about it Yu, I'll have a rebel as a yougner brother instead of some wimp the seniors can pick on," Leon chuckled softly. Believing his words, I took the bottle back and eyed it for quite some time. Weighing my options, I cleared my throat once more.

"What will our parents say?" I mumbled.

"Have you ever cared what they say? Come on Yuan, don't be a wimp." Leon replied boldly.

Something in my heart told me to do it. I recentley had, had a fight with both parents, and recieved an intense beating. Perhaps this will be some sort of payback. Grinning, I nodded sharply.

"I'll do it."

"Alright."

-----One Year Later-

Lately Leon has been driving off to god knows where. Leaving me to fend for myself. True, I was sixteen so it really didn't bother me. Plus, father had gone off to war a few months back, so the pressure of home quickly depleted. There still was the matter of a drunken mother, but I learned to deal. Running a hand through my blue hair, I glanced out the window. It was a autumn night, and Leon had gone off with a friend or two, he said he'd be back later, so there wasn't really a point in staying.

Arising to my feet, I left our room and made my way downstairs. Stepping into the hallway, I glanced around and noticed mother was still out. A light snicker crossed my lips as I walked outside, and grabbed my leather jacket.The rush of cold air came at me rapdily, and I took a deep breath. The wrining feeling of hunger nipped at my stomach as I began to walk down the leaf covered road I had come to call my own.

Ariving at the local diner, I pushed my way inside. The familiar smell of hamburgers and fast food filled my senses as I took my usual seat. Farthest from the door, last booth on the left. I had been here so many times in fact, the waitress saw me and placed an order off the bat. How convienent.

Glancing around the diner, I noticed Leon at the counter with his girlfriend and best friend. Shaking me head irratibley, I glued my eyes on the counter in front of me. Crossing my arms, I buried my head into my crossed arms and rested.

It was another ten minutes before my cheeseburger appeared before me. Gaping at it sheepishly, I observed Leon and his friends order another round of drinks. Sighing irately, I shoved the meat into my mouth and took a large bite. For some reason, my hunger died after the first bite as I set the burger down and found Leon and his friends more interesting. Noticing there was four drinks next to each of them, my blood ran ice cold.

"You are such an ass, Leon.." I mumbled, taking a large quaff of the fountain soda. Somehow, Leon noticed me and strode over, and leaned against the table, in an odd drunk manor.

"Whadda you doing here?"

"Having dinner, why?"

"Thought you were staying in?"

"Changed my mind."

"Mom home yet?"

"How should I know?"

After my sarcastic remark, he turned around and marched back to his table. Grumbling, I stuffed as cold french fry into my mouth and pretended to be busily eating. It was a long awaited time before Leon had glanced over at me once more. Every part of his body showed signs of being under the influence, but who was I to snitch on my own brother?

"Let's get out of here." Leon's girlfriend, Stacey murmured, as she stood up putting on her leather coat he had bought for her.

"Good idea, Stac." Justin, Leon's best friend as of this year spoke, standing up and putting on his coat. Nodding, Leon stood up and placed on his leather jacket also and watched them leave the resturant ahead of him. Waiting up, he walked over to my booth once more.

"If mom asks, I'm out doing my job.." Leon grunted, swaying on his knees.

"Leon, are you really going to let those drunken idiots drive in that condition?" I rose an eyebrow sheepishly.

"'arn right."

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." I spoke sharply. Leon began to walk out the door but he paused and walked back to me, swaying on his feet once more. Vacant eyes scanned me as he leaned against my table for support.

"What do you mean?"

"If you let them drive you home, you're going to get killed..." I sighed, becoming uneasy. Sure, not every drunken driver crashed and died, but it was a risk not many people took nowadays.

"That's-" Leon began to argue.

"True," I finished his sentence. "Listen, I won't tell mom you've been drinking if you walk home with me." I glarred at him defiantley.

"...fine," he groaned and gave the signal to the others to leave without him through the nearest window.

Later that night, both Stacey and Justin slammed into a tree coming back home and died. I couldn't help but think I saved my brother's life, then again, If I hadn't stopped him, someone else would have, right?...

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AN:

ok this was shitty, but it's just Yuan's childhood, past that's necessary for the plot of this story! If I didn't do this chapter, the story wouldn't make sense later on. Anyways, I'll tell you the next chapter as promised. It's when Yuan moves out and becomes a hitman! AWESOME! after that, however, is when he wins the lottery. After that you may be wondering, is back to the REAL story and where the plot contiunes to reveal. Still not sure what I'm basing this off? Keep thinking, hehe. Until next time, this is Katra signing off. And please leave a review! (the story will get back, I promise!'