Pain of the Past

.........................................

"STOP IT!!!" A young, lilac-haired boy screeched. He rushed towards his mother, tears welling in his young eyes. The woman ignored him however, continuing to hold someone's head under the water. A young girl's head. The boy's sister.

"GET BACK, YOU LITTLE FIEND!!" A man roared, slapping the boy away, causing him to hit the wall with a thud. A large wound on the child's back reopened, as another bruise began to form in another place. These two children had suffered enough, at the hands of their own parents.

"DIE, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!" The mother cackled, her hands tight around her daughter's throat, as she held it under the water. The young, violet haired girl flailed helplessly, trying to get her head above the water. She had to survive, she had to save her baby brother from this endless torment.

"SISTER!!" The boy screamed again, only to fell the pain of a brutal kick to the stomach. The boy huddled over, his eyes wide, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks. He was seven. Seven years old, and his sister was fourteen. Why? They were so young?

Why must they endure this torment? Why must their parents hate them so? It wasn't their fault the family was poor. They couldn't help it daddy lost his liscense, and they couldn't help it that mummy was in trouble with the police for theft.

The girl always did her best. She helped around the house, and even found her own job. She did alright at school, and she was rather pretty. The boy got the best grades, and did well in all athletic activites, and, of course, was rather handsome, and the little, chubby girls in his grade would always want to play with him.

So, why were they suffering? Sister couldn't help it if she had fallen in love. The boy was kind, and she needed someone.

But mummy didn't like it. She thought the girl was a little slut, and she hated the thought of having a relation to the whore of the town.

"MOTHER, FATHER, STOP IT!!!" The boy screamed, before the father picked him up by his short, spiky hair, and punched him in the face, hard. The boy screamed some more, as the sister's strength started to fail.

The girl's world went blurry, and even though she continued to flail, she could feel her body grow so very weak. She couldn't get to the surface, she coudln't see her boyfriend, and she could never save her baby brother from his eternal torment.

It wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry I didn't save you," She thought, tiredly, before her arms fell down, in a mess on the ground. The mother smiled triumphately, before she threw the body across the room. The girl's hair was wet, and so was her face. Blood dribbled from where her mother's nails had dug in. She was pale, and she looked so cold.

She was dead.

The boy screamed, and screamed, before his father knocked him out, with plently of force, and pain.

..............................................................................................................

Three years later......

A ten year old boy, with spiky, lilac coloured hair leapt out his window, backpack placed firmly on his back. He took a final glance at his house, before he broke out into a run. It was midnight. Father was in his room, and Mother was out playing Poker.

He had to leave.

He couldn't stay in that haunted, blood-filled house. He couldn't stay in that hellhole. He didn't belong there. He was smart, and handsome, and he hurt. He was lonely.

The kids at school didn't undertstand his cold attitude. How could they know about his sister's murder, when not even the police knew? How could they know that beyond the perfect grades, and face, was twisted pain, and lonliness.

He was far from perfect.

He rushed down the road, and into the black, starless, moonless night, following the street lights, to where ever they led.

..................................................................................

Six Years Later........

A stoic, emotionless boy placed his bag on his back, getting ready for school. He pushed back his lilac, spiky locks, smirked into the mirror, then headed towards the door. His foster mother smiled kindly, but he ignored her. He knew she deserved better than him, and she was too nice to put up with his attitude.

You'd be an asshole too though, if you were him.

.

.

.

.

.

Hikaru Tokage, age 16......

He just might be the lonliest human being alive...........

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

This is just a quick, draft of Hikaru's past. Not all of it, but just a quick glimpse. It's sorta messy, and I didn't edit it....XP

Live with it, peoples....