Blink

Summary:

“She just wanted to punish me. For being bad. For being different. For being who I was.”

Eiri’s childhood was a nightmare (at least in my little world, anyway!). He was hurt and alone at an early age, and the scars still had hardly begun to be healed by Tohma’s hand when the disaster with Kitazawa destroyed everything the two had worked for. Eiri is ready to throw in the towel and just give up, but can his family help him to pull through?

This is angst and slash, but nothing gets very detailed sexually. This is my own little take on Eiri’s childhood, and it’s from his POV. So, enjoy, and don’t forget to review!! I’m sorry this first chapter is so short!!

Depending on the response I’ll post the rest of this. Also, this story is very off from the manga as far as the New-York-arc goes, but I wrote this before I’d finished the series.

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The girls were giggling. I walked past, bowing my head to hide my face. To hide the clear embarrassment settled there. My blonde hair shaded them from my vision, and I sped up a little.

“He’s so cute!” one of them squealed. “Mixed kids are just so adorable!”

I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything, and continued to make my way home from school. I watched my feet step one after the other, blurred slightly by my tears, until the top of my head bumped into something.

I kept staring downwards, seeing another pair of feet in front of me. Oh no, I thought. The person I had hit tapped me on the shoulder, and I finally looked up.

“What’s the big idea?” he growled. He was at least twice my size, with huge muscles covering every inch of his body. His dark hair stood out starkly against the blue sky behind him, and his eyes glared menacingly down at me. I tried to apologize, but the words stuck in my throat. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and I dropped my bag, spilling the entire contents. “Think it’s funny, goin’ around, bumpin’ inta people?” I shook my head feebly, knowing he wouldn’t let me go before pulverizing me. “Well, I’m just gonna hafta teach ya a lesson, don’ I?”

He pulled back his other hand and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow. Instants later it came, plowing into my stomach. I held back a cry of pain as tears flooded to my eyes. He hit me again and again, pummeling me. Eventually he stopped, and I realized I was on the ground. I lay there, unmoving, as he searched my backpack for money. At last he spat on my face. “Don’t do it again, got it?” I nodded, and listened as he stalked away, looking for another victim.

I picked myself up slowly, and put what was left of my stuff into my bag. I wiped the spit from my eyes and trudged home, my lips trembling, holding back the tears until I could be alone.~