Canary
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Chapter 3– Umi no Me
"Long live the Mioji's!"
In those few moments, those words echoed in his head as scenes of his life made slideshows in his eyes; scenes as far back as taking in his first visions of the world and the blinding light of his first dawn, his genesis. The long, flowing, billowing hair that brushed across his face with the morning breeze until the gentlest hand he could ever know pushed that hair behind her. Her face was so familiar but was this his first time seeing it or was this the face that drifts in and out of his dreams every other night? Was this really part of his life or was it an invention of his own fabrications to find an infinite peace in a world about to end?
As the visions pass, the dark, brown Cadillac blurred as it rushed nearly full speed at him; the front bumper rising further from the ground with each gained notch on the speedometer. Only feet away, Kasanoda Ritsu's end had come before he had even a moment to realize or prepare.
Suddenly, he felt a force against his back and the blurr of chocolate seemed to drift off to the right. Was it deterring from its original path? No, it remained faithful to its course. But then why…?
Ritsu was brought back from his trance as he was shoved into the pavement of the sidewalk on the other side of the street. He landed on his left shoulder and took a few moments to lament over the pain. "OW! HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
Ritsu stopped when he saw that he just yelled at the boy who saved his life. The poor boy was clearly frightened not only by the near-death experience but also Ritsu's outburst. "Ah…s-sorry. Thanks…alot."
The boy seemed to be about his age but with smaller features. He hid under a grey hoody with short sleeves, shades that he scurried to get back on his face, and baggy pants that draped over his sneaker-like sandals. It was almost like he was trying to hide from someone.
"Y-you okay?" the boy managed, still a little shaken.
"Yeah…hey, your arm…" Ritsu saw the boy's right arm scratched up terribly from his shoulder to the back of his hand. When they landed, he tried to cushion Ritsu fall more than his own and his right arm took the brunt of the damage. The boy finally become aware of it but did well to hide the pain. Ritsu lifted himself off the ground and offered the boy his hand. He took it and helped pull himself up grabbing a small sling bag and resting it over his shoulder. Ritsu observed how petite and soft his hands were. It was like touching satin in undersized amounts, and his wrists were even smaller; so thin and delicate. Standing up, he belatedly minded the eyes of the small crowd that played as witnesses.
"Come on, I'll take you to a clinic." Ritsu began to pull him to the one he knew was nearest. The boy pulled away quickly. "NO! No doctors; anything but a clinic."
Ritsu look on in confusion. "Alright, I could clean you up at my house…"
"No…" he objected once more, "I'll be fine."
Ritsu held out his hand insisting, "Please, I want to repay you for saving me. It's the least I can do."
He was still reluctant but he eventually nodded his head in agreement. Looking from right to left and vice versa, the boy followed Ritsu to the Kasanoda syndicate, closely followed by Katashi, Isamu, and Ishioto who grew closer with every step. They seemed hesitant to approach.
"Are those guys following us?" the boy asked, seeming unnerved by them. "Don't worry. They're my dad's men. They're there to protect me from the guys that almost hit me back there."
"They seem new at being bodyguards?" he remarked. Ritsu looked back over his shoulder at the boy. He was cautiously watching them. "Yeah," Ritsu answered, "this is actually their first day."
As they came to the syndicate, the doors opened wide and a parade of men greeted them formally. They all spoke in unison. "Welcome home, Wakaa."
The boy jumped startled. They all paused for a second when they saw the boy but shot back into their formalities a second later. This time, the unity was a little off. "Welcome, honored guest."
He could see all these men here and noticed how they all reminded him of yakuza. "Wakaa, may we take you and your guest's bags?" asked one.
"Wakaa, may we help you accommodate your guest?" another solicited.
"Wakaa, would you and you guest like some refreshments?" proposed yet another.
"Wakaa," at last, Tetsuya appeared right on que, "Welcome home."
The boy examined Tetsuya. He seemed so out of place in this gangster-like crowd of people. His features were far less sharp and his face was so tender. "Wakaa, what happened to your friend's arm…and your shoulder?"
The boy finally took note of the light crimson stain on Ritsu's left shoulder. "It's nothing."
"Do you want me to bring the first aid kit?" he asked calmly. "N…"
Ritsu stopped. Any other time, he would have shrugged off the pain and refused, but one glimpse at the boy's arm reminded him that this wasn't that time. "Yeah…but I'll get it myself."
Ritsu took the boy's arm and led him through the halls to his room. "Wait here, I'll go get the first aid kit."
The boy found a place to sit. The room was simple and well kept; rolled up futon in the corner, overhead fan with light, a chest of drawers to the left side of the room next to a closet, and a knee-high desk. On the desk were a few small animal trinkets – a cat, a lizard, a monkey, a dragon, and a frog – and a small aquarium with a little water and a floating, plastic rock. The boy moved in closer to the aquarium. Under the floating rock was a turtle submerged in the water. At that moment, Ritsu came back with a box marked by a red plus.
"Sorry I took so long." Ritsu apologized as he sat down next to the boy at his desk, "I see you've met my turtle."
"He's cute. What's his name?" the boy questioned as Ritsu opened up the kit, "Kamehito."
"What breed is he?" the boy asked curiously. Ritsu looked up from the kit and at the turtle, "I don't know. I found him two days ago crawling out of a trash bag on the street. I haven't really had the chance to find out."
"You should put a water filter in here. It will help keep the tank clean." The boy suggested. Ritsu shook his head as he pull out some antibiotics, alcohol packs, and gauze, "Nah. There's not much to do around here so cleaning his tank helps kill some time."
Ritsu took the boy's right arm and began rubbing with an alcohol wipe. "AH-ngh."
"Sorry about the stinging. I don't have anything else." The boy grimaced in pain with each agonizing stroke. Because of this, Ritsu went slowly. Once one spot was clean, he delicately inched his way onto another area; cleaning away the crimson edges of the spot he already cleared. Minute by agonizing minute, he made his way from the boy's hand up to his shoulder. Ritsu thought to take the boy's mind off the stinging. "Hey, I never got your name."
"Yuu, Wakamiya Yuu;" he answered, "and yours?"
"Oh, it's Kasanoda Ritsu." The subject had to change since the sleeve of Yuu's hoody kept getting in the way of Ritsu cleaning but before he could say anything, Yuu seemed to notice and stopped Ritsu's hand. Yuu closed his eyes and took off his shades and slid off his hoody after. Underneath, he was wearing an orange, spaghetti-strap tank top. Right about now, Ritsu finally realized that this boy wasn't a boy. What's more, when she opened her eyes, he saw those same eyes of the sea.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this far. I'm going to try to get these out as fast as I can and not do a sloppy job. I really appreciate your comments; they give me motivation to continue. I you guys have subscribed to my Gargoyle FanFic, "Impress Me", I appologize for not getting to it fast enough. Distractions come to me easily but one I'm focused, it take alot to get my attention. It might be because I haven;t worked out all the details to make the story make sense but I at least got the basics and I'll get back to that one soon. So look foward to an update. As for translations:
Umi no Me (title) = Ocean eyes/Eyes of the Sea (whichever you like better)
Wakaa = Young lord (refer to the english sub)
Kamehito - this is the name I gave to a friend's turtle plush since "DT" was too stupid. It means turtle boy.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and plan to read more. Thank you for being so faithful and waiting patiently to read more of "Canary". I appreciate it and hope you leave tons of comments. I'm sure that since fanfics with Kasanoda are so rare, "Canary" will get more and more popular as time passes so I'll keep updating to keep it at the top of the list for all my future fans out there.