Hibsha: I'm sorry for not updating soon but I had entrance exams so I had to delay this.

TOBF: My life sucks. Everyone hates me. The love of my life is a slut.

Hibisha: Not this again….anyways, on with the fic.

"Chapter 2"

I stared at the woman in front of me. One look at her and I knew I wouldn't get along with her. Her hair-her eyes-everything about her made me realize that this person could not be trusted.

"So sweetie," she said, in a sugary voice that made me want to lose my lunch, "Do you know who I am? I'm your new mommy." I nearly snorted.

My new mom? Yeah right.

As if lady.

I didn't like my old one and I won't like you either. Unfortunately, I had to learn the hard way that one should not get overly attached to people-it only causes you pain when they turn around and stab you in the back. This woman was going to be that same. She seemed to be a pretty lady with long red hair and golden eyes but that was only the surface-I knew what lurked beneath that painted smile-she was a demon-just like her.

"Take care of him." The man who had been in charge of me said, bowing, "he's been through a lot." I sighed. This whole 'adoption' thing was a pain in my side now. They had send me off to different homes but none of them worked out. No one wanted me. I was a weakling. Other children in the house would clobber me. I just didn't like them. Not because I had anything against them but because they didn't like me.

It went on and on until they finally realized I couldn't settle in with people with children. Now, at the age of 6, they were handing me over to this lady who lived all by herself. This seemingly nice lady who's kids had died in a freak accident. Her husband had left her after the death of his off springs because he hadn't been able to live in the same house as her-it was too painful for him to bear.

Tsh-what a joke.

It's not like she'd want me.

Nobody wants me.

I was abandoned by my own mother.

I stared at the lady silently. And sure enough, as soon as the state official left-

"My my my! What a pretty child!" she said, slowly overcoming the distance between us, "So you're the child everyone has been going on about?" I saw her move and the sudden sting on my cheek made tears well up in my eyes. It was all the same. Everyone used me as a punching bag-a bastard. That's what I was to the world.

I glared silently at the woman in front of me as she raised her hand again. I wondered what my mom was doing. Was she happy? Or was she miserable? Wealthy? Or poor? The woman kept on hitting me. I was used to it by now. Pain-it wasn't new.

I pulled myself out of my own world to make out what she was screaming.

"Why?" she yelled, as she tossed me against the wall, "Why do children like you get to live but my Saka-chan and Suki-chan die? WHY?" Oh so that's it, I thought as she pushed me into a corner and hit me mercilessly, she just wanted someone to take her frustrations out on.

A smart move I give her that. I mean, she could kill me and make it look like I attacked her. After all, I was reputed as the demon child.

"So that's your play." I whispered. She stopped and gave me a dirty look. I ignored it and continued talking. "Your plan would've worked-if only I hadn't told everyone about you. You see that window? I told my friend to make a video. He probably sent it to the state officials by now." I smirked, staggering onto my feet, "No one is gonna let you adopt anymore kids you beast!" I heard the front door slam open and smiled-well, about time. The room was spinning real fast now. The last thought that entered my head was 'mother' before everything went black.

"This is Suzuno Fuusuke. Please be nice to him."

I stared at the orphanage before me. Sun Garden? What a stupid name. I hated it already. The teenage girl in front of me smiled. She had long black hair pulled back into a pony-tail and teal eyes.

"Hai hai!" she said cheerfully, "Fuu-chan, my name is Hitomiko but you can call me Hitomi-chan. Let's go inside now. I'll introduce you to the others." Others? There were more? More of rejected junk like me out there? Amazing. Maybe there was hope for me after all. Or not. Whatever-tsch.

I walked in a large room and felt all eyes on me-literally. There were a bunch of kids in the room. I did a quick survey of the people around me. My eyes fell on a red headed boy. He stared at me back, defiance glinting in his green eyes. I snorted. What a pitiful place. I hated this place. Hated it. I wrenched my arm free from Hitomi-chan's hand.

"H-h-hey!" she called after me but I ignored her and moved on ahead.

I walked back outside and sat on one of the swings there. Suddenly, a ball hit me on the back of my head. Rubbing it gently, I got annoyed. What the heck? The bullying started already? I looked up, my face expressionless to come face to face with a red headed boy. His golden orbs peered at me curiously. I stared back at him, getting ready for the pain to start.

Suddenly he smiled.

"Hi! I'm Nagumo Haruya! You're new here aren't you? Well, you must be-haven't seen you around here before. Let's be friends okay?" I don't know why I did it. But something in his eyes startled me. He looked sad and in so much pain. That smile-it was painted there but he didn't have it on for the same reasons as the others did. There was something else about him-something else he was hiding behind that smile. A world of pain and grief. Three emotions seem to sparkle out from behind his golden orbs-Pain, anger…and guilt.

His mouth was closed but it seemed as if his eyes told his entire tale of a past too sad to narrate. His smile, although seemingly perfect, was broken.

It was desperate. His eyes begged me to listen while his lips made no sound. That's what made me extend my hand and grasp his tightly.

"Hi, I'm…I'm Suzuno Fuusuke."

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