Disclaimer: I do not own anything…Perhaps a couple of OCs but nothing else. Damn.
Chapter 1:
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When Angels Fly Away
On the 22 of November, a little boy ran from his living room to his kitchen window and looked up at the sky.
"Okaa-san! Okaa-san! Look, it's snowing!" He shouted happily turning towards his mother who was in said kitchen baking a "special surprise".
"Kyouya! I told you to stay out of the kitchen!" She exclaimed, trying to shoo him out of the room.
He pouted.
"But Okaa-san! Look! It's the first snow fall of the year and it's on my birthday!" She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, yes. You're amazing, Mister snow-god. How do you do it? Now stay out of the kitchen for at least 5 more minutes. Jeez, this is the sixth time…"
He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry Okaa-san…" She smiled and pushed him out of the kitchen.
"Good. Now go bug your sister for me!" Were the last things heard before the doors slammed shut.
He frowned and smoothed his soft black hair.
"But I don't want to…" He mumbled softly, feeling a bit unwanted, he slowly made his way back to his living room couch. He liked owning things. It made him feel powerful and in control. He climbed onto his couch and sat cross-legged right in the middle. He fumbled with a string for a few minutes before feeling the same emotion he was feeling 10 minutes before: Bored. He sighed and was about to get off the couch when he heard someone creep into the room.
He looked around the spacious room before him as someone's hand quickly caught his mouth and tackled him to the ground.
He shut his eyes tightly in pain and heard his sister's voice in the distance.
"Akito, get off him now! You're going to hurt him!"
Once the pressure was off his body, he hesitantly opened his eyes.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYOUYA!" Everyone shouted.
His eyes widened.
His mother held a big cake in front of him, smiling joyously as his brothers and sister stood around him smiling as well.
He grinned and blew out the candles. He wished nothing would change and for his very own happy ever after.
His mother watched him and bit back regret.
' I wonder how much longer I have…' She thought sadly. Then something hit her.
'If you have a brain tumor, they said you'll start forgetting…Oh my god!' She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from having a panic attack.
'What if I forget my children…oh Kyouya…'
She stared at her youngest. She smiled in spite of herself. She would lose them anyway when the divorce papers in at least a few years as the battle of family or succession for Kyouya's future had just began.
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At six years old.
Just six years old.
Kyouya saw the cold harsh world of reality tumble before him for the very first time.
Just 5 months after his birthday.
Which would it be?
Family or Succession.
Virtue or Pride.
Mother or Father.
At just six years old.
He watched helplessly in the doorway, trembling and tears pouring down his cheeks, invisible as his parents screamed at each other with broken objects everywhere.
Realizing what happened behind closed door, realizing what he had failed to notice long ago.
Realizing this was about him.
He shouted.
Hurt.
Pain.
Fear.
"P-Please j-just S-STOP!!!"
And hit the ground in tears.
So much for happy ever after.
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A/N: If Kyouya had a mother, this is what I imagined him to be like. Not because I made him OOC. Trust me. He'll be back into character quite soon. And I'm introducing a new character. He's name is Aoi Seimei. Here's his profile.
Last name, first name: Aoi Seimei
Gender: Male
Age: (2 years older then Kyouya)
Blood Type: B
Hair: wavy black
Eyes: Blue
Background: Unknown?
Personality: smart, slightly prejudice, mature, good-natured
Oh and I need to ask (heh…it's not anyone is reading this story but whatever for anyone who does) Yaoi or not? Please answer. Thanks for reading!
