Title: obeying the laws of love?

Summery: when daughter of a major ceo, and a failed lab experiment living with his father come together to save some they love. From California to Japan how far will two under aged teens go to save there little part of the world. When one only wants die and the other is to scared to leave, how will these two teen bring them back together with out breaking any of the laws of love?

Walking alone?

long ago,

years that add up,

as he walks alone,

down the only path he knows,

in foreign lands he follows,

the only path he knows,

he's the only one,

and he walks alone,

down a dusty trail,

down the only road he's ever known,

he doesn't know where he's going,

but he walks alone

never smiling he sweat smile,

never talking with his beautiful voice,

he only talk to his shadow

that walks beside him.

He wish that 'he' would find him,

and that his dreams would come true,

every step he takes

bleeds like the last,

but that's okay,

because he walks alone

on the only path that he will take.

-

A note book fell, staying open on this page that he last wrote on, and read to his class. The teacher was happy, but he felt that he heat was bleeding. He knew the man who walked alone, he lived with him and also walked down that path too.

To him the poem was covered in blood like his hand's and the man that walks alone hands, to 'them' it was perfect in every way. The poem was bloody like his red eye, and his short white hair was in fear and was to stressed to grow any longer, and his skin was pail from all the wrong things that had went on.

But in California you'd think things would be fine, but they weren't, But in Japan things were going fine for a family that knew this sadness not. Sakuya Seguchi, lived in a perfect world with her perfect family, but they knew not of each other at all.

The boy was as sad as his life, and as sad as his father's dna. He had no mother, never even needed one, he was a failed lab experiment and was ignored by the scientists, because he was imperfect. I know the reason why he's imperfect but I can't tell you, all I can tell you is that his hand's and his father's are bloody.

The boy wasn't to survive, but the father sacrificed his clean hands to save the boy, for ten years he was a slave to the angels of death working for them, to let his last chance at life live. And now both there hand's are covered in blood. But as I know, people don't like sadness, they like happy stories. But there is still sadness on earth, something at Sakuya Seguchi knows nothing about and probably never will, She was sitting on a tour bus.

Like her father she was famous, he was a keyboardist, she was a singer, he was rich and could throw his money around like he didn't care, so could she, he was a legend, and she wanted to be one. Fame wasn't enough. But un like other she sat there with her green eyes and brown hair that was more blond that brown, sat there thinking.

She was wearing a white skirt and a pink tank top, she was one of the most popular pop stars in all of Japan and America. Since her father, the great Touma Seguchi, was famous, naturally she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps and become famous as well. It was Sakuya's dream to surpass her father in fame.

But she was remembering a picnic, a child hood memory, she had long since forgotten the names of the red haired man and the pink haired one. While she was riding in the tour bus she recalled the memory, which struck her as odd.

Touma Seguchi now had greying blonde hair and a few wrinkles around his eyes. Even at his old age he was still somehow handsome. "Sakuya!" an older Touma called.

"Yes dad?" Sakura answered politely trying to reassure him that she was okay and that she was only thinking really deeply about something or some one.

"We're almost home in Tokyo." He said giving her one of his signature smiles "Aren't you excited?" Touma asked his daughter.

"I can't wait!" she smiled finally going home to her little part of this world.

Mika came into the part of the tour bus that Touma and her daughter were in, "Wow Touma each day she looks more and more like you." She said sighing and shaking her head before sitting next to her husband.

"Don't be silly Mika, she looks more like you ever second." Touma chuckled and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Um… Dad?" Sakuya asked getting her fathers attention and breaking up there moment "I was wondering… When are we going to visit Uncle Eiri again?" Sakura asked in a hushed tone, "I haven't seen him in almost ten years."

"We'll see." Touma told his daughter no hint of promise in his voice

"But- whatever happened to him? And the man with the pink hair and the other one with the red hair." Sakuya asked question in her voice and sadness pooling in her eyes, something that she didn't know.

"I won't hear any more of it." Mika yelled angrily at her daughter. "They are a thing of the past and that man is no longer around." Mika said after she has calmed down.

"I'm old enough to understand mom. I know that Uncle Yuki is a homosexual and I accept his choices. I miss him and I would like to visit him. Whether you disowned him or not is not my business, I didn't and wish to see him!" Sakuya held her ground against her mother.

Touma glared at her "Mind you mother!" Touma scolded all kindness gone out of his voice

"Yes daddy." Sakuya said planning something, some how she would see her uncle. They couldn't stop her or do anything about it.

Later that night

To disguise herself Sakura had on a blue hoodie sweater and regular blue jeans. Her hair was in a bun with only the sides let out. To cover her hair she had on a black baseball cap. Her square Puma back pack held some roses to give to Uncle Eiri. It also held an iPod mini and homemade vanilla cake. Well, a piece anyway…

Sakuya looked up at the night sky. It was dark as she approached a car. "Thank god I have my license." Sakuya muttered as she snuck into her car.

Sakuya was now prepared for the long journey to her Uncle Eiri's house. She drove by the main streets heading north, straight towards the highway. She was taking the fastest way there, even going ten miles over the speed limit.

About an hour later Sakura pulled up to the apartment complex where her uncle lived. She came up towards the front and saw that she had to enter a code to get into the building.

"Shit!" she shouted loudly, "I've come all this way and I don't even remember the damn code to get in here." Sakuya started to cry and was startled when a really mean voice said, "What the hell are you doing here? Get the fuck out!"

Sakuya gasped and turned around seeing that it was none other than her Uncle Eiri. His face was more aged and looked very tired. Dark bags lined his eyes and his hair also had gray in it but far more than her father's.

She was so happy to see him. "Uncle Eiri!" Sakura cried pouncing on top of him.

Eiri freaked out it was not what he was expecting at all "What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell off me you damn brat!" he shouted and pushed her off onto the hard cement.

Sakuya fell on her behind "Ouch!" Sakuya cried then looked up at him from the floor and asked, "Don't you remember me? It's me! Sakuya Seguchi! Your niece! Daughter of your sister Mika and brother in law Touma Seguchi!" She cried hoping he would remember her.

With that Sakuya hoped that he would be a little nicer to her but he scoffed, "Heh. What do you want from me you damn brat? Nobody comes and visits me without wanting something. So what do you want? I have nothing to offer you. Your mother disowned me a long time ago."

Sakura's eyes filled with tears he also thought that she disowned him then she said, "She disowned you! I didn't!"

"So what did Mika send you here for?" Eiri snarled walking away and she followed, like a member of the propaganda.

"If you want to know the truth I came on my own! My mother forbade me from seeing you so I snuck out in the middle of the night just to see you!" Sakura protested then fumbled through her backpack and found the roses, "see! I even brought these roses just for you!"

When Eiri looked at her he saw a flashback of when Sakuya was a little girl handing him a daisy the day of the picnic. Uncle Eiri! The little girl version of Sakura said smiling handing him the daisy. He was brought back to reality when Sakuya asked, "Uncle Eiri?"

"Yes. Yes. Come in." Eiri said softening up for the first time in ten years.

Sakuya smiled as Eiri Yuki typed in the code to get into the apartment complex, she had succeeded in seeing her uncle again. He led her to an elevator. Sakuya leaned against the same spot… The exact same one he and Shuichi had their first kiss. He was so caught up in the flashback that when Sakuya asked, "Uncle Eiri? How have you been doing?" he didn't hear her.

"Fine." he mumbled, he let her into the apartment complex, there must have been something wrong with him, he hadn't been that soft since, Shuichi.

"Okay. Um, the elevator just stopped." Sakuya informed him waving a had in front of his eyes trying to help him come back to earth.

"You have no idea how much you look like Touma." Eiri muttered walking away from her, and averting his eyes.

Sakura gave a small smile and replied, "I get that a lot."

"I'll make some tea." Eiri said, trying to some what entertain his guest. The condominium complex was big. There were two floors and it was very spacious. Why would Uncle Eiri need such a huge place to live? Sakuya thought, I mean he's living by himself… Why would he live all alone? Wasn't that pink haired man living with him before? Where is he now?

The condo seemed abandoned and lonely. The floors were so clean and waxed that she could see her reflection on the floor. Everything was clean except for the coffee table and couch. The couch was littered with beer cans and so was the coffee table. On the far end of the coffee table sat an astray. The air smelled of stale cigarettes. Sakuya was drawn to a few pictures on an old abandoned dresser in the empty front room. Once Yuki entered the kitchen Sakuya went over and examined the pictures. He had three pictures. One was of the day at the picnic with just him and Sakuya; another of Touma and Mika's wedding day and the last one was of the pink haired man.

Sakuya gasped and thought, that's him! That's the man! That's the guy with the pink hair. "I'm making the tea!" she heard her Uncle Yuki say. Picking up the picture Sakuya brought it into the kitchen, "Uncle Yuki?" she hesitantly asked, "Who is the other man in the picture with you?"

Uncle Eiri turned around and glared at Sakuya angrily "Why were you looking through my things?" he shouted.

"I'm sorry!" Sakuya stammered, "It's just that you don't have many pictures around and the pictures on the dresser caught my attention!"

"Liar!" Eiri Yuki spat, "you came here to ask me about my sexuality didn't you?" He leaned forward to make himself look taller and more intimidating.

She backed down in fear "No! Please!" Sakura stammered yet again.

Eiri then began searching for her back pack "Get out! Where's your back pack!" he spat.

She watched him walk off then stupidly she stammered "In-in the front room." She smacked her self.

"You're getting the hell out of here now!" Yuki shouted as he went to get Sakuya's backpack in the front room. Seizing the opportunity Sakuya removed the picture from the stand and shoved it in her hoodie pocket. When Eiri Yuki returned he shoved the backpack into her hands and pushed her out the door.

"Get the hell out! You're such an eyesore and a pain in the ass! Don't ever come back here again!" Yuki spat and with that slammed the door in Sakuya's face. His face was so cold as was his gaze. This wasn't the uncle that she once knew… There wasn't a chance in hell that the elder blonde yelling at her was the same man she knew so long ago. It made the stunning brunette wonder…

What could have caused this change in him? Sakuya thought as she closed her eyes and sighed. Sakuya was now getting her first glance at sadness, something she knew nothing about, but in California a note book knew all about it for that's what it was filled with. Things that saddened a young boys soul. He rested him self on an old couch, it was another child hood friend.

"Kowaru" A monotone voice asked from the kitchen. It was worry and he was experienced in this, for his father only five years ago had been released from an unhappy life.

"I'm fine" He replied, slipping of the couch and making his way into the kitchen where he was facing the back to a pink haired man.