Fuyuhiko was walking down the hallway in his home, the month before school started. He heard his parents conversing in their little lobby, and decided to eavesdrop on them.
"Why did we let Peko into our barracks again, dear?" His mother said, quietly.
"To protect Fuyuhiko, remember? But, it seems like since his brother is coming back from his trip, we 'ought to put her to protecting him. Fuyuhiko is going to be gone, so he doesn't get in the way of his brother becoming the next leader for the mafia." He smudged his cigar into the ashtray. His fathers eyes were cold, not feeling any remorse for his son's looming execution.
"Do we have to kill him? I mean…we can always just put him in the barracks as we-!" Her voice was cut off by the booming voice that belong to Fuyuhiko's father.
"We never wanted him in the first place! You were crying because you knew that we would have to kill him!" His mother broke into sobs.
"Why- why him though? He's sweet…and he can be tough and independent…and what are we going to tell Natsumi? She loves Fuyuhiko."
"Hmph. She should get over it sooner than a regular girl would- now, we need to send Fuyuhiko off to Hope's Peak Academy. I told him to get ready this morning..I'll go into his room and make sure he's dressed." He heard the creaking of the chair as his father got up. Fuyuhiko started to run down the hall to get into his room and get hurriedly packed. He threw all he would need into his suitcase, and got dressed in his uniform. He then heard a heavy knocking on the door, which sounded more feminine than his father's knock.
"Yeah, come in." He pretended to be busy packing.
"Master? I saw you running down the hall. Is there something wrong?" Peko came and helped him finish packing up.
"N-Nothing Peko. And don't call me Master! I've told you this a thousand times. I'm your friend, call me Fuyuhiko."
Peko nodded.
After they had finished packing, Peko left the room as his father came in. "Ready?" Fuyuhiko nodded.
On the train ride, Fuyuhiko got a tiny compartment by himself. Laying down in the bed, he hugged the pillow and screamed. Since the train was loud, no one could hear his shaky screams. "I don't want to be unwanted, why did they treat me as if I was the successor if I'm not? Damn it!" He dug his nails into the pillow, then buried his face into it, trying to conceal the fact he was crying. Then the door opened.
Peko came and sat by him, slightly hugging him. "Did you hear their conversation, Master?" He nodded solemnly.
"Why do they not want me..? I haven't even heard of my brother."
Peko hugged him again. "Master…it's because they didn't mean to have you. Unfortunately, your mother didn't want to get an abortion. The reason they treated you like this, was until your brother comes back, you're the successor. They had plans to euthanize you or put you up for adoption." Peko's voice became shakier the more she talked. "I must go attend to your sister now. Do you want to say anything before I go?"
"Please come right back after you see what my sister wants. Please." Fuyuhiko didn't dare look up to watch her leave. He didn't handle the fact he had lied to his childhood friend well. He wanted say , 'Please don't forget about me. I love you.', but that too, was a lie.
What he wanted to say would stay locked up inside him until he had found the right person. Someone he loved, not platonic, but romantically. But he knew, that he would never tell anyone these thoughts, because he was always unwanted. He saw it in millions of eyes, the ones that had the horrible pleasure of meeting him. He would die soon, if not saved by an miraculous angel that will never exist.
He never had a guardian angel, anyway.