Hisoka curled into a tight little ball on cool cement floor. His mommy was mad again, and she was a frustrated, angry, danger zone kind of mad. Even through the layers and layers of wood, steel, cement and housing materials that separated them, he could feel her emotions strong and clear like she was actually touching him. For a moment, just a moment he remembered the feeling his mommy used to give him when she rocked him to sleep at night nor when he got older, when she stroked his hair and sang to him till he finally drifted into sleep.
He hadn't been weird t hen, hadn't been a monster yet. Now he was a monster, not a boy, not a human at all. His mommy said so, so did his dad. They all hated him, they all hated him with such hurtful emotions that tore a scream from him every time he even looked into their eyes. But still, he knew his mommy. He had known her from the day he was born was what she used to tell him. She used to be so proud of him and praise him with such kind words. She used to even brag to daddy about how it was her that he first talked too, that he took his first steps to. and like every baby need to be taught who their parents were at a young age, he'd always accepted her as hi mommy without thought, without having to be taught.
It came only natural to him later in life that he would follow his mom around, that he would copy any and everything he saw her do. He didn't think it was anything bad, he wanted to be like his mommy and thought it was love in his child's mind. He grew closer and closer to his mom each day. The servants of the house were taught to him, to be just that, servants. He didn't really talk to any of them, nor did he really care for any of them. He just wanted to wake up, run into his mommy's room and see her smiling face as she dressed him and prepared him for the day. Besides, though he liked his daddy, his daddy was strong, quite the manly type. But his daddy, though sometimes nice, was strict and stern with him. He often yelled at him when he did something wrong or if he cried too often or for no reason. His mommy never did any of that to him, never yelled. It was natural for a bond to build between the two, until that terrible day.
She'd been in a fight with his daddy again. He could feel her sadness and frustrated anger radiating when he'd been brought back to the house. He'd been escorted away by one of the servants, taken outside among the cherry blossom trees when his father had come in. He had felt it then, the anger in his mommy's soul, the unstoppable fire that had started for reasons that were still far too old and complicated for him to understand. He'd felt it stronger and stronger as it grew, even as he and the female servant his mommy had ordered to take him away put more and more distance between them and his mommy even long after the house itself had disappeared from sight as he twisted and turned back, wanting to be with his mommy as he felt a powerful feeling of dread come over him and then the sensation of pain. It made him yelp and he startled the servant who feared he's hurt himself by falling or getting a splinter or some such thing stuck in his foot or body somewhere. She checked him up and own over and over again, constantly asking what it was that had made him yelp like that but he never really did answer her, only grunting and groaning, shrugging every once in a while when her roaming and constantly moving hands got a bit too annoying. He'd started feeling like that lately, feeling what his mommy felt, not only that, but what others did too, when they touched him. He got very tired very easily, of the servant groping him in hopes of finding a reason or an out cry.
After a long time of being checked over and over again, finally the servant had given up, passing the yelp off as a thing a child would do to get attention. Of course, he wanted his mom and it was a childish way to tell her that he wanted to go back, there seemed to be no physical damage done what so ever, she'd even check each one of his little toes and fingers for splinters and the such and nothing there but clean little hands and toes. Taking his hands, after having retied hi shoes and putting him back on his feet again they headed back, the son had gone more than halfway across the sky by then and the pinks and purples of the setting sky made a beautiful scenery to watch the blooming and falling soft pink petals of the cherry blossom flower falling from the thin young branches of the trees. He'd away thought it was too early for them to be falling...
When the servant had taken him back to the room, announcing her presence and releasing his hand with a wave of his mommy's hand he went running with open arms to her, looking instantly for a hug, he instead got no hug but was allowed to hug her leg. He was still so small, he hated how people teased him about it, how thin and tiny he was. Even though he was young, he was still kind of on the small side for his age. The servant was dismissed which some how opened the room to Hisoka. With her there, it seemed stuffy, like it was a large party in there and it was so over stuffed you couldn't moved, he hated when his parents had parties like that, too much attention drawn to him from too many people he didn't know or just didn't want the attention from. It was then that he looked up to see the large read mark across his mommy's face, the right cheek, the exact sensation he'd felt earlier, the pain he felt and the after feeling of a tingling throb that he felt now. Then a feeling washed over him again as his mommy placed a hand on the top of his head, shifting through his short wheat blonde locks, staring at him with a strange look in his eyes. Jealousy. He knew it, or at least he knew the child's version of it. The feeling you get when you see a new toy you can't get, or a toy in the hands of another kid that won't let you play with it or them. But still, he knew it to be jealousy.
"Mommy... why are you jealous?"
With those 5 little words he'd sealed away any possibility of what could have at on point been a normal life. After many question as to how or why he thought his mommy was jealous, that's when they label him a monster. They'd figured out how he knew exactly what they were feeling, reading their minds, taking their thoughts. It was then that the praise stopped, that he was no longer her little angel. She began calling him demon, speaking of taking him to the river and drowning him or leaving him in the woods somewhere. She cursed at him, spat at him when she saw him. She called him demon child, monster, freak. All those stupid names that stung like hell in his heart, still stung against his strongest wishes to make it stop.
As he got older and read more, explored as normal boys did, he would learn a great secret he hadn't known during his younger years of childhood. As puberty began to set in and he began to explore his own body, read and study on the bodies of other, mainly the female sex, he learned just where babies came from, no silly stories of storks, fairies or any other such tales told to you when you're too little to be told the real truth. It was then that he figured out for himself, just dwelling on his past and his hideous outlook of a future rotting away in this dank basement cell. His mom had given birth to him, it was that reason that he was closest to her and why, even being somewhat close to his father, it had never been like his mother. she had carried him from the moment his first cell was made to the time he took his first breath, after that it was her that had nursed him with her bosom. She was more a part of him than he would ever be his dad. It was that which had ruined his life, that dumb old connection to his birth mother.
Hisoka snapped back. He didn't want the baby to be connected to him. He didn't want the baby to feel the same feelings of hate toward him as he felt towards his mother once he'd gotten the answer in his own mind. He blamed her for everything that had happened, for his abnormality, for his exile from his family, friends, from the natural world. He didn't want his son to have to go through the torture of empathy at all. turning quickly and determinedly to Watari he asked. "Is there anything we can do to stop or take away his powers...?"
1613 words, short... but I'm working on 2-3hours of sleep for the past two days straight! (literally went to bed at 8am, woke up at 10-11 am the same day and been up since...) so yeah, a little history lesson on Hisoka... yay! I LOVE REVIEWS!