Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lost doesn't want to be found ❯ Chapter 1

He stared into the mirror over the sink in the small hospital room's bathroom. He had spent a month and an half recovering in this room, but he still didn't know the face of the man staring back at him through the mirror.

 

He had woken up two weeks ago to find that he was in some sort of explosion that had taken place at an elite school in the area. He had had head trauma and a shattered leg, not to mention all the other cut and bruised flesh and bone, although that didn't account for the rest of the scars that marred his other wise attractive body.

 

There were at least four small round scars that the doctor had told him were bullet wounds. He had also discovered a large number of longer gashes that were most likely from some sort of blade. Then there were also the a series of crisscrossing cuts on this hands that were smaller and thinner than the marks left from blades, those were more likely from working with wire of some sort without wearing gloves.

 

Now what kind of person works with wire and would also be exposed to bullet and knife wounds? Hmmm… if he didn't know any better he would have to say that his last profession was less then legal.

 

In a profession like that he would have surely have had some sort of back up, would he not? So that led to the rest of his worries. Were his co-workers dead? Did they not care about what happened to him? Did they all think he was dead?

 

Surely there was someone out there that would claim him. Some lover or friend would definitely come for him any day now. They had to right?

 

He traced a long finger over the tattoo on his arm and thought of all the implications of the words printed into his flesh “Sin” and “When you gonna learn”. Maybe that was why no one would come forward to claim him. Maybe there were teaching him a lesson. Maybe he was nothing more then a screw up that wasn't worth collecting. Maybe this fretting was doing him any good.

 

He was so over come by depression that he couldn't stand to see the face of a stranger staring at him through his own eyes. He limped back over to the bed where he sat down and picked up one of the many books the nice Asuka nurse had been kind enough to bring him. It really helped him take his mind of things for a little while at least.

 

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He awoke from a light slumber to find Asuka checking the cast and the changing the flowers in the vase that was set on a small table near the window in his private hospital room.

 

She had offered a couch until he got back on his feet and also a name until he found out what his had been. She really was too kind.

 

It was just her and her two-year-old son and if nothing else she thought it would be good for the little guy to have a male role model in the house even if for only a short while.

 

He was running out of time and he would be released in a day or two so seeing as he had no other such offers he really didn't have much choice.

 

“Asuka. Umm I've been thinking about your offer and if it wouldn't be too much to ask that couch is sounding really good.” He couldn't help the uncomfortable and almost shy approach. He was pretty sure that he had once been independent and asking for help was likely one of the last things he would he do.

 

“Sure that's no problem. I'll get everything sorted and set up for you, so when you are released everything will be ready. I'm sure Kyosuke will be thrilled to have a new playmate.” She was smiling so brightly like this all she had ever wanted in life was to help some poor sod like him.

 

“Thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'm sure Kyosuke and I'll get along just fine.” He added with his own bright smile. At least now he had a starting point for his new life.

 

“Don't worry about a thing. Have you thought any more about what you would like to be called?” Asuka perches herself on the edge of the hospital bed, hands folded in her lap and staring out the window in what seemed to be a thoughtful manner.

 

“Umm, no not really. Why don't you choose for me in gratitude for your help, seeing as I have nothing else to give you at the moment.” Smile fading a little at the thought of having nothing to his name and not even any skills that he can think of that will help him earn the money needed to pay for his share. No matter how bad everything was he would never make someone else pay for everything for him for every long.

 

“Takuya, Itoh Takuya. What do you think?” She says waiting for the rejection of the man she would do anything for.

 

“Takuya. Hmm that sounds fine. Thank you.” And now he had a name as well. Surely his life was looking up from a few days before. Now he had a name and a place to stay and now all he needed was a job that wouldn't bring any trouble on him or his new keeper and her son.