Hi all! This is (technically, but not in this case) the first real chapter of the story! Sorry if they're OC or something..... Not a very well-written story either.....

DISCLAIMER: NOTHING BELONGS TO ME. ALL BELONGS TO THE ALMIGHTY MARK WALDEN

"Catch me if you can!" he shouted to his friend. A young boy, around the age of five, was chasing him, who was only a few feet away. He giggled in delight, as the fireflies in the field ran alongside him, chasing his best friend. The young boy sped up, and jumped. He fell onto his best friend, laughing. His best friend, getting over the quick shock, started laughing as well. They were laughing like no tomorrow; laughing over nothing.

The young boy crawled off his friend, and he lay on the long grasses of the field. His friend sat upward, and stared at the sky. He sighed.

"Is something wrong my friend?" the young boy asked. "Oh, nothing in particular." His friend replied. The young boy looked at him with worry. His friend only spoke like an adult when something was wrong. His friend wasn't looking at him either; another tell-tale sign that there was something wrong. His friend looked up to the sky again, as if to hide his face.

"I'm moving."

Those two words… they shattered the young boy's heart. He stood up quickly, almost tripping over the traditional kimono that he was wearing (1). "What do you mean you're moving!?" he exclaimed. The other boy, his best friend, looked down. "My mom wants to move to London, so that we won't have to be so far away from daddy." He admitted. His father worked as a Computer designer in London, and he supported his family by sending money to them.
"But that's on the other side of the world! You can't go. I won't let you!" the young boy said, grabbing his friend's hand, as if to keep him close.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave." His friend replied. The young boy's grip loosened. His friend was always the more sensible of the two.

Suddenly, the young boy's friend removed his hand from his grip, rummaging through his pocket. He procured a small gold box, and held it in front of the young boy's face. "What's this?" the young boy asked, tilting his head to the side. "Open it." His friend replied. The young boy took it gently, and opened it. He gasped.

"Is this…"

"Yep. It's a promise necklace." His friend replied, a slight blush on his face. They had heard about it when their mothers talked about them. Apparently, you have to have a necklace that has been split in two. If you make promises while the two halves are together, those promises would never break (2).

The necklace that he had looked like a white comma, with a black dot on the top. "I have the other side." His friend said, lifting the string that hung from his neck to show its black counterpart.

The young boy hung the necklace around his neck. They came closer to each other, conjoining the two halves.

The young boy's friend smiled, and started speaking boldly. "I promise that no matter how far we are from each other, I will come back. I promise that I will come back to you."

The young boy smiled also. "I promise that no matter how long it will take for you to come back, no matter how far the distance, I will be waiting for you. I will welcome you back home with open arms, and a big smile on my face." The young boy looked at his friend straight in the face, memorizing every detail. His bright blue eyes, his rosy cheeks, and his angelic white hair. "I promise that I will never forget about you."

"Come back soon"

And he woke up.

He felt himself being shaken by two pairs of small hands. "Wake up! Wake up Big Brother!" one of the hands said.

When Wing realized that hands could not speak, he scratched his eyes and looked at the things that woke him.

"Good morning, you two." He said, addressing his two younger siblings (3).

"You'd better get up now. Momma's made a really big breakfast!" The younger of the two said. She was a small, light-skinned girl, with raven black hair that reached up to her waist and bright green eyes.

"Yeah, Yuki's right. Momma says she wants you there especially." The other said. This was Haru, Yuki's fraternal twin. He had raven black hair like his sister's, but it only hovered above his shoulders. His eyes were brown, like Wing's. They started pulling him from both sides. An excellent way to get a person out of bed, that is, if you were not the person.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!"

The twins ran out of his bedroom, with Wing rubbing his previously stretched arms. Apparently, his older sister had been subjected to the same treatment that the twins supplied, because she was also seen walking out, rubbing her arms.

"Ohayo, big sis." Wing greeted. She could only wave her hand at him. She was still too tired to talk.

Once they had entered the kitchen, their mother greeted them with a warm smile on her face. She had black hair that turned slightly brown when sunlight shone on it. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as her eyes. They were a bright apple green, full of life, full of love. This was Mei Fanchu.

Their father stood by their mother, tall, imposing, but quite kind and fatherly. He had raven black hair, and dashing brown eyes. This was Mao Fanchu.

"Good morning father, mother." Wing's sister said. He and his sister took their seats beside the two youngest twins. Mao and Ai sat down on the table, with smiles on their faces.

"Ittedakimasu." They all said with gusto. The family started getting the food from the ten different plates, the youngest getting everything.

Wing got some food, but instead of eating it, he stared at it. Their mother only made this much food whenever something really special was going to happen. Apparently, his sister Hana had noticed this as well, because she was still staring at their parents with apprehension.

"Okay, what's happening here? The only time mom makes a big breakfast like this is when Dad's going to announce something big." She exclaimed. Their mother's grin widened, and their father cleared his throat.

"Wing has been chosen to represent Japan in Batalla de Paz."

At the very moment that was announced, there was an almost synchronized clang of utensils. The twin's mouths were slightly agape; Hana had dropped her fork, egg spilled on her lap. Wing was just staring at his mother and his father, mouth barely open.

"No. Freakin'. Way."

"It's true." Their mother replied, clapping her hands together. "Lao sponsored you, because he knew you had the potential. He also received support from our government." Wing's eyes widened. He may have performed in front of the government, but he didn't know that they thought he was good enough for the Island.

"They consented to paying half of the price for your travels. You're going to the Island!" Wing's mother exclaimed. She hugged him tightly, and Wing started to lose his breath. "Mom. Choking. Imminent. Death." He said. His mother released him, laughing with the rest of his family. Wing, however, plopped down onto his chair.

"Batalla de Paz …"

(1) I'm not sure, but according to tradition or something, sickly children wore kimonos. Why he was sickly, you'll find out ^.^

(2) I know, it's really cheesy, but that was the only thing I could think of!

(3) In the real book, I don't think he has any siblings. Then again, this is a fanfiction

The names of the parents just came into my head, either that or they were the real alias names. Oh, and if you tell me that naginatajutsu is usually for girls, it's because Wing was thought to be a girl before .

Ja ne :"