Authors Notes: Hey guysss I AM STILL ALIVE! Im soory I don't update as much as I used to although the holidays are coming up soon so I will see what I can do, I have left this story for soooo long so when I finally got inspiration again I quickly wrote this to continue it on This chapter is supposed to have a lot more in it but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer Anywayy I have decided not to make this Yaoi so if u ppl wer expecting that then u may as well leave (I know I wil loose a few followers although its my story so its my decision) sorry for the really long wait I was blocked for ages on this story :S
AKITA POV
I sat there in the living room. The world seemed like it was moving in slow motion. Could this seriously be happening? My mind was saying that it was but my heart was screaming out in denial. I don't really know really why I got so attached to this boy neither do I know how. It seemed like only the other day he was just another rowdy teenage boy sitting in the back of my classroom, scrawling graffiti on the desk. I can't believe I never paid him any attention before this. This whole incidence had kind of set my mind in a new frame on how I viewed the orphans who I worked with daily. Maybe they weren't just rebellious teenagers that where some kind of subhuman species that lived alongside us with the occasional interaction. Maybe they were people like us who were just dying to show us who they really were.
I knew I should be happy, if fact this was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in my Job, seeing a child who you helped to raise find the family where they truly belong and know that you have helped two people find happiness. But for some reason I knew this wasn't right, Chiyo had been gone all Sasori's life, I knew it wasn't on purpose although she wasn't the family he belonged with, we were the family he belonged with.
From the distant and quite teen that I taught back at the orphanage Sasori had changed into something else. Sure he was still quiet and distant but he was so much more now. He smiled, he laughed, he looked happy and from the look in his eye when Chiyo first walked into my house I knew that he could ever be as happy with her as he was with us, with me.
The Fancy china was laid out neatly on the table, hot cups of tea all lay untouched on the tables, the steam rose out of them and danced in the sunlight that cast its warm glow across the table. This china we never used, ever, only when somebody important came over or something had gone terribly wrong.
I could barely zone back in to what was happening in front of me I felt like I was watching a TV that was on mute, flashing before me but with no sound. Chiyo talking to Naomi, Naomi talking to Kentaro and Kentaro talking to me. I gave sound of agreement from the back of my throat to show that I was still paying attention even thought I wasn't.
As suddenly as a bucket of ice being poured over your head I was shocked out of my near comatose state as I heard something that spiked my interest.
Naomi looked over at Chiyo with intrigued eyes as Chiyo gave a sharp sigh of remorse
"I guess it is to be expected" she said in the withered voice "its only natural that you would want to know where I was all those years ago"