Okay guys! Kuria here! Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks…Kingdom Hearts 2 rules my life. XP That, and I had been studying for my ACT because that will earn me free money (scholarships)! Anyways, I managed to set enough time aside to write this. I know it's not very long, but I didn't want to give out too much information about Satoshi's past in his first Intermission. I plan on spanning his out, and boy, do I have ideas for them! I'm really excited by all the ideas I have for my Intermission…so you might only be getting Intermissions for a little while until I can get some real good, solid ideas for my next chapter. I don't know. Depends on what stroke of genius slaps me next! Anyways, Suck-Ups-and-Thankys are due to Angel Born of Darkness (Hey! Riku's only a little kid, so be kind to her! She still hasn't figured out how to be more tactful and gentle with people, but that'll come over time. Well, perhaps this chapter you'll like more. ), Molly-Chan the AnimeGame Fan (XD I SO WIN! And I'll do my best to keep updating! I really hope you enjoy this intermission!), Phantom Fox (HA! I GOT TWO PEOPLE TO ADMIT THAT IT WAS EITHER CUTE OR ACCEPTABLE! I WIN! But, as to the whole killing-Satoshi-thing, you'll just have to wait and see what I do! Don't worry, I'll tell you this much- IF (remember, this is an IF!) he dies, Riku will die before him. And even if I kill Riku, it's not guaranteed I'll kill Satoshi. It's not even guaranteed I'll kill Riku! Just don't worry about her taking Daisuke over Satoshi's dead body.), and DevilintheAngel (He fell for her because her outgoing and kind nature won him over. She's a nice peanut butter to his jelly, so to speak. And I'll update! Like now!). I'd like to give extra-special thanks to Mad-Vixxen for getting on my case every week to update. It makes me so happy you like this story that much! Thank you!

And before I begin, I'd like to make a note that at this point in his life, Satoshi is NOT in any way, shape or form disfigured. He looks just as he did in the anime/manga, but younger (He's around 10-12 right here).

With that, here's Intermission 4- Cold Eyes!

Intermission 4

His bare, blue feet made on the snow dull thumps as he walked along the street, but he didn't take notice. His body was consumed in shivers, but he didn't take notice. His arms were wrapped tightly against this body, still as stones, as he had given up trying to rub his body for warmth. He didn't take notice. It was far too cold a night to take notice of such trivial matters.

It was hard to take notice of anything in this sort of cold. Even thoughts of how cold one was vanished like breath into the freezing air, as all one could do was be consumed by the idea of a destination and a warm fire, and when one was devoid of that, one was devoid of everything. Everything else was a trivial matter.

So, naturally, no one took notice of the small boy with the blue hair and eyes as cold as the night walking in threadbare clothes and no shoes walking slowly through this hellish cold. No one took notice of the small boy with the blue hair and eyes as cold as the night fall to the ground, unconscious.

It did not concern her. It did not concern him. It did not concern them.

It was a trivial matter.

Warmth. That was the first thing he noticed when his eyes beat open. Warmth. It was unfamiliar. Just like where he was. He felt high quality sheets beneath and on top of him. He felt a strong yet comfortable pillow underneath his head. He felt a pair of eyes on him. His body sore, it took him some time to just simply turn his head to meet the gaze. The owner of the eyes giggled. Now, it was not a giggle in the annoying sort of way gaggles of young girls tend to do, mind you, but a truly joyful, pleasant sound only achieved from a more mature set of vocal cords. The owner of the eyes was indeed no mere girl but a woman, one who must have been in her late twenties by the look of her appearance. She was obviously a lady. A perfect lady. Yes, perfect was just the way to describe this flawless creature that graced God's earth, as everything about her was perfect. Her clothes were made of the finest material and the colors contained within the fabric perfectly complemented her complexion, her skin was a delicate, perfect pale color, her hair was perfectly in place. Ah, her hair. It was the thing that was most noticeable about her, as it was the color of a blazing fire, but held a gentle flame at the same time. A perfect hue of red. Her eyes was just as striking and perfect as well, the chocolate brown color holding no less intensity then the blaze atop her head. Her perfectly formed lips graced her face with a perfect smile as she began to speak.

"You have intense eyes, young one," She said in a gentle and soft voice. The boy could not bring his lips to speak, as he was weak. She must have noticed the reason for his silence, so she continued with little pause. "You would have died out there if not for me," She said, her lips in the perfect smile while her eyes holding no pity, no empathy. In fact, the small boy could not read her eyes at all. They were not hollow and void of emotion, but veiled. He was perplexed by them, but lacked the strength to show it in his face. He coughed, and mustered up enough in him to answer.

"If you wanted a servant boy, you could have found another street urchin. One that was not dying," He said in a hoarse whisper, bursting into a fit of coughs afterwards. The woman only giggled in her delightful, perfect way. Now that he was starting to gain his wits, he noticed the giggle was much like her eyes- it held no real emotion. It was a veil, a mask to make the people around her more comfortable. After she stopped giggling, she came to sit on the edge of the bed, the bed making little motion as she sat down. He was grateful for it. He ached so bad, the slightest disturbance would have been very uncomfortable.

"You're a bright one. I'm glad you've said what you said, because if you hadn't made such a deduction, then I would be rather upset with myself, having not spotted a bright child as I had hoped," She said, a smug look flashing in her eyes for a fraction of a second before they became veiled once more. She leaned toward the young boy, her eyes of warm brown staring into his eyes of cold blue, "Tell me, young one, was your brilliance or your eyes the reason your mother threw you out? Or do I give her too much credit and did she not have a choice?"

"Both my mind and my eyes, Madame," He said, returning the stare and adopting her veiled look. She took notice of his quick adaptation of his behavior, and begun to grin perfectly.

"She must have been afraid of you. Any sane, uneducated woman would be. But, I am quite the contrary. I am like you. An individual with a brilliant mind, though I do lack your unique eyes!" She giggled once more

"I know," The boy said simply. The woman leaned back, her grin growing.

"Wonderful. Then allow me to speak to you plainly. Live with me. I would like myself a son, but I do not wish to find myself a husband to hold down my intellectual pursuits, and to have a child without wedlock would ruin my standing in society. So, my only choice is to take a motherless child. And not just any would do. I do not want a brainless child- I want someone that I can mold into an equal, someone like me."

"You also want to seem like a humanitarian to your peers," the small boy said with a cough. The woman laughed in a proper and perfect way.

"You ARE perfect! So, young boy," The woman said, as she scooted closer to him and touched his face in a gentle and motherly fashion. "Become my son. I can give you the love your mother could never show you." The boy's eyes grew soft. He knew she was trying to emotionally manipulate him. His mind screamed this at him. But, a child is still a child, regardless of how superior his mind, and a child craves love.

His mother never touched him like this.

He was the demon child. He learned to speak far too early. He learned to walk far too early. He learned the ways of society far too early. He learned everything far too early. And there were his eyes. The eyes of ice blue. That color was unnatural, was unholy, was to be feared. She never touched him like this. She never touched him at all. She ignored him, unless her despair and anger that she felt toward the child would build up, and she would fall into hysterics, screaming she never wanted him, screaming he was a demon come from Hell to torment her, then she'd fall into a pile on the floor and sob, until one day she refused to let him in.

So, while his mind told him the offer was a good one, it also warned him that she was trying to manipulate his emotions. But the heart is far stronger and far less logical then the mind, so the young boy crumbled and with the strength of a young child that craves motherly love, flung himself into her arms. She began to stroke his hair as he wept softly into her dress.

"I'll stay, Mother," He said between sobs.

"I know," She replied. "Tell me your name, young one. Tell me what to call my little boy."

"She..she never named me.." The boy said silently as his tears continued to flow strong.

"Well, then. I'll call you Satoshi." She said gently.

"Sa..Satoshi…" He repeated as his tears started to slow. She held him and stoke his hair until his tears had dried.

"Welcome home, my little Satoshi."

End of Intermission 4

Oh ho ho! What a devolvement! He was 'adopted' by a beautiful lady of society? And his face is not disfigured? Then how does it happen? And what parts of Satoshi's current behavior did she influence? So many questions! Not enough answers! Well, I'll answer them in LATER Intermission! I think my next Intermission will be Daisuke and Satoshi's first meeting if I don't figure out what I want to do with the next chapter. So, please be patient! I don't know how much time I'll have to write, with the upcoming AP English exam, the big art contest at my school, and finals. I'll hopefully have something up between Monday and next Sunday, but past that, I have a lot to concentrate on, so I don't know. So please don't loose interest in me! I'll see you all again soon!