Koneko-chan - "Okay, I know this'll be a little weird, it's mainly cause I'm at a slight loss. Don't worry It'll go away, and ideas will flood in."
They look at her funny. "Read, please." They say in chorus.
A few years ago. Language is in Chinese.
"Mommy!! Mommy!!" The little boy cried. He lay on his mother's motionless chest. He'd just come out of his room because of a noise, and saw his mother laying on the floor.
"You monster!" A tall man walked over and grabbed the boy by his hair. Lifting him from his mother, the guy made him walk into the bathroom.
"Ba... by..." The woman gasped out as her eyes shut for the last time. "Wait, I am dead... Right?" She looked down at herself. "AHH!!" She screamed, then waited and blinked. "Oh..." She made her way to the bathroom, trying to grab the handle. Noticing she couldn't, she tried walking through the door. Thud She hit the door. Sighing, she knelt, laying her head on the floor to look under the door.
The man shoved the boy against the sink. With a growl, he took his belt off, lashing the boy's back. "You know you are to stay in your room!!!" With each word, the lashes got harder.
The boy held back his cries, watching the blood flood his shirt, dieing it from white to red. He looked into the mirror, watching his father's eyes, trying to show he was not afraid. It only earned him a lash across the head. He then felt a hand grab his shoulder and throw him into the tub, which then the hot water was turned on. He curled up in a ball as the hot shower water beat down on him and his opens cuts, stinging him. His father then poured rubbing alcohol on him, and he finally screamed.
The evening of Faun's death.
"Where's the child, can we talk to him about his reaction to his mother's heart attack?" The police officer asked. He knew the Faun didn't have a heart attack, the paramedics said she was poisoned, but none of them would let that slip since he was one of the richest people in town.
"No. He's to traumatized. He's in his room." The man turned to glare at the boys door. "He won't speak."
Yes, the boy was in his room, but in his closet. He didn't want to come out. He's father was meaner than usual today. He never beat him that much, and he never did it that fast, he usually tortured him slowly.
Back to the present.
"Oh my gods..." Quatre cried, holding the smiling boy. He knew why the boy was smiling, but the others didn't. Somebody understood him, and that he and his mother were free of his father, without him having to tell them, they just understood. Quatre kissed the slightly smaller teen's forehead and stood. "We'll go to the livingroom now, you need to rest." With that, he led the others out of the room and downstairs.
Koneko-chan - "Neh? Neh?" Questioning look.
Wu-sama - "... And I'm supposed to be one of her favorites..." Sighs