Nothing New…Right?
Chapter 5
A/N: I LIVE!!! XD Yeah, I've got the next chap. Just don't go unleashing Rabid killer meerkats on me unlike someone. –coughcough- Anyway, I think we should move into the story.
Disclaimer: …It's MINE!!! -hisses- Okay…so it's not…
'Makoto' froze. "What'd you just say?"
"Daisuke…You're Daisuke!!" cried Takeru. "You moved away when all of us were in grade school!"
"…Yeah," the other boy slowly turned around. "I am."
"B-but you said you're name was Makoto! Why?"
"It's something that doesn't concern you, Takeru," he hissed, obviously wanting to avoid the subject.
"Daisuke," Takeru stated firmly, "I want to know. Now."
"Fine, but it ain't my fault if you don't like it…" Daisuke trailed off.
Flashback
"Bye Hikari! Bye Takeru! You better not steal Hikari-chan while I'm away! I'll come back real soon!" a boy screamed. He had spike brown hair and sporty clothes on. Tucked under one arm was a soccer ball. He was busily flailing his other arm at his two best friends.
He was to move to America with his family. His father had just recently gotten a large promotion, but it was required that he work in America. Daisuke consistently told his father 'no' but no one would listen to him.
"Don't worry!" a blonde boy yelled back, "I'll watch her for you!"
"Aw, c'mon guys, quit it!" the girl laughed. "I can take care of myself."
"Heeheehee," Dsisuke laughed, "Alrighty then…I guess I'll see you later!"
"Bye!!" the girl and blonde boy shouted in unision.
'Aw, it's so boring here,' the boy thought. Daisuke has just arrived in New York. 'There's honking cars everywhere…And the air stinks…' He followed his parents into their new apartment and settled his items into his new room. He hoped he would meet people like Hikari and Takeru at school tomorrow. But he hoped.
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"Hand over the cash, kid," someone hissed.
"None," Daisuke gasp, still recovering form the kick to his shin. He didn't understand this language, but he had studied enough at school to know some short phrases. "I don't have any,"
"You kiddin' me!?" the bully screeched, "Where do you live? The streets? You've probably eaten mice!"
His parents didn't know. He came home with bruises all over his body, and he refused to eat dinner. He laid down his bed, supposedly asleep. But he wasn't – he was crying. He didn't like it. He didn't like the people, the school, the life here in America. He wanted to back to Japan.
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'It's all wrong. No, it couldn't be. It's not right!' Daisuke was in denial. His parents…have been murdered. To make it worse, it was on his 16th birthday. And right before his eyes, laying on his father's corpse, was a note.
You're lucky you weren't home kid, cuz your next.
He ran. Daisuke ran. He couldn't bear it. The sight, the scent…it was too strong. It hurt too much. His heart felt like it had been blown to the size of a balloon, his face getting warmer and wetter from the tears that left his own eyes. Then it hit him. He was next. 'No…no,' he thought, 'I have to run away. I have to take my parents' money and leave. I have to change my name. I won't let him find me…no…'
End Flashback
"I…I…Daisuke…" Takeru stammered. "I…had no idea…why didn't you tell anyone?!"
"You don't get it T.K," he said, using his friend's nickname, "There was nothing I could do but run. I was desperate. If the cops had known, I would have felt worse. They'd always be watching me, and that would make me go insane…"
Daisuke's eyes no longer showed life. They were devoid of happiness. They were a sea of sorrow. Takeru stared at his old friend. Never had he ever imagined that they would meet under such circumstances.
"Dai…I don't know what to -"
"Just shut it. I'm over it. I can take care of myself now," he spat. "Besides…I wouldn't be able to take care of Hikari-chan if I couldn't take care of myself." Now he was smiling. Daisuke was smiling. "Don't worry anymore, T.K. It's all good. Besides…we're on vacation. Loosen up a bit. I know my story was a bit sad, but I don't want pity okay? Now we better hurry up or else Hikari-chan will get worried.
Takeru smilied. "Right. But we have to tell Hikari-chan when we get back. She'll just hate you more if you don't."
"I know, I know," Daisuke laughed. "I'll tell her. I was just waiting to see if she remembered me."
"Remember who?" came a feminine voice.
A/N: There. An early update for you all. Have fun! – Shikyo Yaiba