A/N I'd so like to thank YamiEcho/EchoingRadiance for being my ONLY reviewer T-T Thank you for taking the time to read and review, you made me happy, so I'm continuing no matter what people think of this story! Here's chapter one that for some reason I was on a roll today and decided to write… yep, I've got issues… anyways thanks again, here it is!
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You Remind Me of the Sunset
Encounter 1- Boy meets drunkard?
He sat silently upon the wooden chair, ignoring all around him. His elbows rested softly upon his bend knees, with his light blue haired head straight down to the ground. His calmed eyes where closed in deep rest as they pointed to the dark blue floor. Wind blew quietly into the dark room as dawn began to approach. Satoshi felt the sudden heat of the sunlight hit his back and opened his drowsy eyes slowly; he blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the sudden change of light. He refused to get up and stretch, he sat silently and stiffly on the piece of destroyed wood and stared furthermore and the ground below him. "Ohayo…" he mumbled softly to himself then turned towards the sun. "Such radiance…" he paused blankly and stood up "…ceases to amuse me…" silence overtook him once more as he stood and stared at the flowing curtains. "I used to daisuki…"
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Coco doodle do! Its time to wake up, its time to get up!
The annoying sound of the alarm clock shook the blanket mounted being. A loud groan emitted from the lump of comforters as it shifted around.
7:00 time to wake up, time to wake up!
A skinny hand reached out and smashed itself harshly upon the green, triangular object. The object continued its last rant and stopped abruptly. A sigh of relief ran throughout the young man's body. The lump shifted as soft snoring began once again. "Oniichan…" came a soft voice of the little red-head who peek upon his resting older brother.
"Go away, Daisuke…" came the blunt reply. The man shifted around to the other side, ignoring his brother's tactics. Daisuke jumped up upon the top of the bunk bed and began stripping the blankets off of his stubborn sibling. The man peeked up with sagged eyes and hissed, "I hate you…"
"Good morning to you too, Oniichan, there's no time, you got to go to work now." Daisuke sighed reminding his brother once again that this wasn't like school, the thing where a lunch detention gets you away with it. Dark sighed and jumped off the bed, yawning loudly then doing a few stretches.
"So what did you do all night otouto?" The older asked ruggedly while bending over and touching his toes. "Up painting again… like usual, you know that's never gonna get you anywhere in life but your poor house run up by your brother…"
"Stop it, and I bet you anything that my paintings can win us some money, but you're wrong on that as well. This night I actually slept, but unlike you I at least get up early and do some work around here!" The boys gave each other menacing glares, hot enough to kill somebody.
"You got some nerve…" Dark cursed then walked out of the room. You have just experienced the usual morning of the Niwas. Of course their mother never was home, she'd always too busy in her worldwide museum studies to be home taking care of her sons.
"Dark get out, I need to use the bathroom!" Daisuke knocked harshly on the only bathroom door while holding his towel and clothes in his hands.
"Wait…" came a voice from inside through the shower water's noise.
"You better hurry!" Daisuke's foot tapped arrogantly onto the carpeted floor. He stood there waiting for what seemed like eternity then finally decided to sit down. All that was left for him was poking at the old fuzz balls of carpet on the floor.
Finally, the shower sound came to a stop and Dark walked out with one of those you're-so-stupid smirks on. Daisuke hissed then walked slowly inside. He stared straight at the mirror at his deep red reflection. His mother had always told him the resemblance between his father and him then broke out crying when he left. He couldn't help feel guilty, he couldn't help feel it was his entire fault; for his father's death, and his mother's sudden choice to leave for good. "No…" he told himself swiftly turning his head away from the mirror and stripping his clothes off. He needed some time alone, and he knew the only time that would be, as unsanitary as it was, was in the bathroom. He sat quietly upon the toilet seat and stared at the wall for a few minutes, fantasizing about how life would be without all of the sudden choice of bad events. The rough voice of his brother abruptly stopped him.
"Quit day dreaming about girls Daisuke, and hurry up, I want you out of there by the time I leave!" Daisuke narrowed his eyes and glared at the door before slowly starting the water. He waited a few minutes for it to warm up, then transferred it to the shower head, slowly, he got in and let the warm water run through his body. It was one of those only moments a day to enjoy yourself without a care in the world to him, and nothing, he wished nothing would make it stop. He poured a bit of shampoo into his hand and began thoroughly rubbing through his crimson spiky hair. If he reminded his mother so much of his father, then why would she hate him so?
He turned off the warm delicate, calming substance and walked out of the tub, grabbing his towel on the way. He dried himself thoroughly then put on his work uniform before leaving the bathroom, only to find his brother was about to leave. "I thought you would have never got out of there…" Dark smirked once more before waving. Daisuke narrowed his eyes again and sighed "oh well, bye, I'll see you tonight, good luck with the new patient."
For once that morning Daisuke smiled to his brother and waved. "Yeah, matta ne Nii-chan!" Daisuke listened to the rusty old car pull out of the driveway and drive towards the deep city. "… how awkward…" he said before walking back to his room and resuming his painting.
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The door to the dark room knocked and the knob turned slowly. A man entered the room quietly and smiled at the persistent patient. "Why, hello Hiwatari-kun…" The man waved. Satoshi lifted his head slightly and rolled his eyes. "Are you ready for today? We got someone special to help you this time!"
"You said that the last five times sir…" Satoshi finally said cutting the man off, "and none amused me the least bit…" The man winced back and grunted.
"What?" He said roughly. There was no answer, whatever the man said, the boy would only answer with the plain silent treatment. The man grunted harshly again before leaving Satoshi and his odd tactics of pissing others off. Satoshi sighed silently and continued his somewhat of a meditation.
"I'm sorry sir, your mother and father went suicide, I didn't think you'd be able to hear this so soon…"
The words flew back into his mind as he shot his eyes opened again. He didn't want to relive that. Never, ever, ever… his eyes averted from the floor to the ceiling and he held his hands together as if he where praying. "I thought I forgot that… I thought that those drugs had ruined my mind enough…" he sighed as he tipped over the chair. His eyes began to fall and slowly he fell flat on the ground asleep.
"Poor boy, who would do such a thing…"
"It's inhuman; it's as if they wanted him to die along with him."
"I hope that he's going to be OK…"
"I can't believe it… He was… and his parents aren't there to help…"
"So…. How…?"
"…no…"
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Daisuke walked forward towards the far off rehab facility in silence. He watched quietly as many couples laugh to each other. He wished he had a love like that, someone who would laugh along with him, make him smile. Truthfully, he found himself unattracted to anyone. He heard his brother call him gay tons of times but he never knew if it were true. In fact, he himself thinks he's queer… he's tried looking at girls but all so fails. He just can't get exited by females. There wasn't a reason either, but that was the reason he rejected Riku. In fact, his brother had him look at guys as well, but that didn't work either, that only made him feel more nauseous. He guessed to himself that he couldn't love, and there was no specific reason. The end.
-but for some reason he still found soap operas interesting and love adorable, but he just couldn't grasp it himself, so he gave in. His eyes averted towards a brown haired girl who was smacking her boyfriend for cheating on her and sighed. It may be worth it… he told himself before taking the last turn towards the jail-like building.
He walked up the doorstep of the black jail-like facility and entered the building. Immediately he was asked for identification and he showed his employee tag before walking through the deep crowded halls. He was listening intently to all the gossip and talk around him as he slowly approached the main office. And silently, he crept in.
"Why hello Niwa-kun, how nice it is to see you, your patient just came in last night!" Daisuke nodded to the man who gave him an odd look. "Well, aren't you excited? You get to meet one of our specialist patients and you're just a newbe!" Daisuke gulped as he felt himself sinking under his clothes. The man noticed and laughed. "Don't take it that way, he's nice… I promise!" Daisuke nodded slowly as the man gave Daisuke the key card to the door. "Here you go, 553, you don't really need to go in right away, I mean if I where you I'd get lunch first… well see you!" Daisuke nodded as his boss flew past him towards the cafeteria. He sighed and followed along.
"So… how's your new patient?" Sahera Takashi was the old newbe, who apparently decided to hook onto Daisuke since his first day. "Well…?"
Daisuke sighed, "I didn't get to meet him yet…" Silence followed.
"What..!" Takashi yelled at the top of his lungs silencing the whole cafeteria for a split second. Daisuke blushed to all the attention.
"Um… Takashi… please sit down…" Daisuke asked quietly.
The boy laughed then sat down "I forgot who I'm dealing with… well anyways…"
"I don't even know if he's a he…" Daisuke sighed cutting him off.
Takashi gave him a spectacle look before backing up and gulping. "Hey, what's your number?" Daisuke looked up at the suddenly creeped out Takashi before handing him the card key.
"553: Hiwatari Satoshi… it says nothing else…" as for Takashi it suddenly dropped one hundred degrees and he drop the card to the floor mindlessly.
"Do you even know WHO this man is? Do you ever listen to the gossip?" Daisuke took another bite of his food then cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you getting at…?" Takashi shook his head.
"I've been hearing rumors about this guy, and he isn't quite as ordinary as you think…" Daisuke gave a look of desperate need for death before calming down and listening to the rest. "… they say his past was so horrible that he went crazy one night and killed twelve people at a bar…" The red-head felt himself shiver before he got up.
"Um… Takashi please…I don't want to believe that…" Daisuke whimpered before stuffing the rest of his food in his bag. "I lost my appetite…"
"… fine, don't believe me, you meet him… at your own risk…" Takashi handed the card shakily back to Daisuke who snatched it away and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Don't do that…" Daisuke sighed before leaving the cafeteria; he was headed towards the boss' room once again.
His eyes glued to the floor as he began thinking of the possibilities. He pictured an old man standing alone in the small room of 553. There was a smirk on his face and a knife in his hand. Daisuke imagined an evil drunk laugh before getting sliced up into to pieces. And finally he imagined the death letter being sent to his brother, he felt himself at the verge of tears. That's when he bumped into something, or someone. "Oh, G-gomen-nesai!"
Daisuke looked up to see what he'd call the most normal person he'd seen in the facility.
The man above him adjusted his glasses over his light blue eyes then brushed some of his matching colored hair off of his face giving Daisuke a forgiving look. Daisuke shook his head and sighed, "he-hello…" silence was followed and the only answer received from the blunette was a wave. Daisuke sighed as the man walked past him and opened the door he just passed by. Daisuke walked towards the door then noticed.
It was room 553.
He gulped as he began collecting his thoughts. "That man couldn't be… no… he… that isn't a monster… I…" his words drabbled on as he continued staring at the door before him. "…Hiwatari Satoshi…"
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Satoshi jumped up drenched with sweat. "…no…" he said to himself as he got up and dusted himself.
The young man slowly opened the door to his room. Indeed there was a lock, but to him, it was more like just pushing the door open. He walked outside, hoping that he wouldn't get caught. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He turned every which way but this time there was no hiding. That's when he saw the little puff of red approaching. He stood still, for some reason and watches as the boy looked as if he were to begin to cry. Satoshi sighed in relief that he hasn't ever seen the boy before, assuming he was a newbe.
The boy continued walking not noticing Satoshi there, while Satoshi, who seemed to shocked to move stood still as the two collided. "Oh, gomen-nesai!" his soft voice erupted as he looked blissfully up at Satoshi. Satoshi stared softly at the boy and gave a tiny smile as he said "hello". The red-head stared cutely as Satoshi walked past him and towards his room. 'Maybe I'll escape later…' he told himself weakly before breaking back into his room and shutting the door behind him. He felt the shorter one's stare from behind him as he shut the door on him.
A sigh of relief filled the tiny black room as he sat back down on his tiny wooden chair. That's when he heard the door click to the sliding of a card key. Satoshi turned towards the door as it opened and there he was again, with his shy tone. "Anou, are you really…" he paused and looked down timidly. Satoshi got up from his chair and led the boy deeper into the room.
"Hiwatari Satoshi…" he finished as he sat the boy on his bed. "… and you must be my supervisor…" The boy moved his crimson eyes from left to right and turned deep red in embarrassment to noticing that he was waiting for a name.
"Oh, um… I'm Dais--- Niwa Daisuke …" he looked back up at the taller boy who sighed and took his seat back on the wooden chair. The old fart sent him strict men, clumsy men, model girls, and a whole bunch of out of no where people. But this time it was different. He was meeting a boy about his age, and possible, if he played the game right, his first friend. Satoshi sat down to collect his thoughts as Daisuke began rummaging through his tiny back pack. "Anou… are you hungry?"
Satoshi snapped out of it then looked Daisuke straight in the eye with wide eyes. He's never been treated that way… Never… he remained silent as Daisuke pulled out some bread and cheese. "I couldn't eat all that much during my lunch break, so here…" Satoshi sighed and turned away. 'I agreed on escaping here, so I will…' he told himself stubbornly.
But the boy didn't leave him alone. "Anou, is there something wrong?" Satoshi looked up to the now standing boy. He didn't like this, he felt dizzy again like before, every time… he'd think… and soon he collapsed blankly to the floor.
"Anou, sir?" Daisuke looked worriedly down at the now fainted boy. "SIR!"
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A/N- Mweeheee, I wrote too much this time so I give in, I hope more people take interest this time, please? I try at least! And I'm using precious time to write and post this crap, only to find out it sux! PLEASE!
Giant cake to Echoing Radiance thank you so much and cupcakes to anyone who reads and enjoys the story, and giant cakes to those who take the time to review!