Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Verhaal ❯ Mamoru Takatori ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Yami-Bakura 
The first tale... his beginnings...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.26.2005 | Updated On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 726 | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
The first tale... his beginnings...
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.26.2005 | Updated On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 726 | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
Chapter OnE: Mamoru Takatori
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
::Missing::Evenescence::
"Mamo-chan!"
"Over here!"
His brothers were calling! He had to find them before they reached the home base, or else he'd never get a chance to hide. Hiding was the funnest part of this game! Their taunts followed him wherever he went, letting him know when he was going the wrong way, and teasing him when he missed them.
It sounded mean, but they meant well, and he loved them. They were his brothers. His family. His mama was dead, and his papa seemed to hate him. His uncle was a nice enough person, when he was around enough for interaction.
He searched with all his might, but no matter how hard they teased or taunted him, he couldn't find them. Finally, the maid called them all in for dinner. Mamoru's shoulders slumped, dejected that he'd lost yet again. Sighing, he held back until his brothers had gone inside, and he contemplated their hiding places with childish simplicity. He could tell from the scuffle marks in the dirt that they'd moved around a lot to avoid him, which wasn't Against The Rules, it just wasn't fair.
So engrossed was he with his perusal of the ground, that he didn't notice the men stalking up behind him until they had grabbed him. His startled cry was muffled by a large hand shoved roughly across his mouth. He was swept off his feet, and bundled under the arms of his attackers. They were gone as quickly as they had come, whisking the child away into the shadows of the twilight.
[Extreme, torment of the mind
Subsconcious, confusion reigns
Supreme childhood terror
Causes, silent scream]
Mamoru cowered in terror, bound hand and foot, and not knowing where he was. The last thing he remembered was hitting his head on the hard metal of the van they'd literally tossed him into, and then... nothing. When he woke up, he'd found he couldn't move, and there was something around him that smelled FOUL. He whimpered, and heard someone chuckle.
"The brats' awake now. Should we call his father?"
"You wanna do the honors?"
"Sure."
A light nearly blinded him for a moment, and then as his eyes adjusted, he saw two men, scarred and leering, at a telephone.
"We have your son. Pay the ransom, or you'll never see him alive again." one of them growled. Afterward he slammed the phone down, and got into Mamoru's face.
"What terrible parents you have. Your father said he wouldn't pay."
The two men advanced on him, leering maliciously, when suddenly one of them was ripped away. A deafening roar thundered through the small room, and Mamoru hunched his shoulders, trying to block out the sound. Again the noise blistered his ears, and then everything was strangely quiet. A dark figure, this one not as threatening as the two before, bent down and began to untie Mamoru's bonds. When he was free, a rough voice told him to come with him.
The man took his hand, and they ran together to freedom. A red-haired woman waited by a car, and as soon as they got in, she floored it, and sped away.
"Mamoru, you must listen to me. Your name will be Omi from now on, do you understand? Omi Tsukiyono."
Mamoru -- Omi -- nodded his head. The man hugged him close, surprising both Omi, and the red-headed lady.
"You're not hurt, are you Omi?"
He shook his head. "They didn't hurt me. Except my wrists. They hurt from the ropes." The man nodded, and gently massaged the offended limbs.
"Better?"
Nod.
"Good. Omi, my name is Persia. This is Manx. This is your new home. We call it Kritiker."
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
::Missing::Evenescence::
"Mamo-chan!"
"Over here!"
His brothers were calling! He had to find them before they reached the home base, or else he'd never get a chance to hide. Hiding was the funnest part of this game! Their taunts followed him wherever he went, letting him know when he was going the wrong way, and teasing him when he missed them.
It sounded mean, but they meant well, and he loved them. They were his brothers. His family. His mama was dead, and his papa seemed to hate him. His uncle was a nice enough person, when he was around enough for interaction.
He searched with all his might, but no matter how hard they teased or taunted him, he couldn't find them. Finally, the maid called them all in for dinner. Mamoru's shoulders slumped, dejected that he'd lost yet again. Sighing, he held back until his brothers had gone inside, and he contemplated their hiding places with childish simplicity. He could tell from the scuffle marks in the dirt that they'd moved around a lot to avoid him, which wasn't Against The Rules, it just wasn't fair.
So engrossed was he with his perusal of the ground, that he didn't notice the men stalking up behind him until they had grabbed him. His startled cry was muffled by a large hand shoved roughly across his mouth. He was swept off his feet, and bundled under the arms of his attackers. They were gone as quickly as they had come, whisking the child away into the shadows of the twilight.
[Extreme, torment of the mind
Subsconcious, confusion reigns
Supreme childhood terror
Causes, silent scream]
Mamoru cowered in terror, bound hand and foot, and not knowing where he was. The last thing he remembered was hitting his head on the hard metal of the van they'd literally tossed him into, and then... nothing. When he woke up, he'd found he couldn't move, and there was something around him that smelled FOUL. He whimpered, and heard someone chuckle.
"The brats' awake now. Should we call his father?"
"You wanna do the honors?"
"Sure."
A light nearly blinded him for a moment, and then as his eyes adjusted, he saw two men, scarred and leering, at a telephone.
"We have your son. Pay the ransom, or you'll never see him alive again." one of them growled. Afterward he slammed the phone down, and got into Mamoru's face.
"What terrible parents you have. Your father said he wouldn't pay."
The two men advanced on him, leering maliciously, when suddenly one of them was ripped away. A deafening roar thundered through the small room, and Mamoru hunched his shoulders, trying to block out the sound. Again the noise blistered his ears, and then everything was strangely quiet. A dark figure, this one not as threatening as the two before, bent down and began to untie Mamoru's bonds. When he was free, a rough voice told him to come with him.
The man took his hand, and they ran together to freedom. A red-haired woman waited by a car, and as soon as they got in, she floored it, and sped away.
"Mamoru, you must listen to me. Your name will be Omi from now on, do you understand? Omi Tsukiyono."
Mamoru -- Omi -- nodded his head. The man hugged him close, surprising both Omi, and the red-headed lady.
"You're not hurt, are you Omi?"
He shook his head. "They didn't hurt me. Except my wrists. They hurt from the ropes." The man nodded, and gently massaged the offended limbs.
"Better?"
Nod.
"Good. Omi, my name is Persia. This is Manx. This is your new home. We call it Kritiker."