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Chapter 2 – A Successor
Cabra sat on the soft, warm carpet. As about half of the Wammy kids didn’t bother to use chairs, a substantial amount of money and effort was devoted to keeping this carpet soft and comfortable.
Azuki lay in his loving embrace, her small thirteen-year-old body veiled in a pile of blankets. Cabra stroked her hair, caressed her face. He couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her chest rise and fall beaneath the quilts’ embrace, slowly, rhythmically. Peacefully.
He ran a soft, warm hand over her face. Through her dyed black hair, as smooth and soft as summer cherries. Over her eyes, as elegant and innocent as two butterflies sitting on a flower in a Summer garden. Her warm nose and her pale cheeks. He touched her small, thin lips, which had met his on so many occasions. He was more familiar with hers as he was his own. How they curved up slightly at the sides, an innocently delectable smile.
Wammy and the other kids had warned Cabra against falling for her. They told him that this sort of romance could never have a blissful ending. They were all wrong, of course, every single one of them. Cabra and Azuki were inseperable. No, more than that. They were one.
Azuki had told Cabra all about herself; she had revealed the details against which she had sworn secrecy upon her arrival at Wammy’s House. Azuki had told Cabra of her past, as an only child in Japan.
Azuki’s Japanese father and American mother hadn’t fit in with the rest of Tokyo. They were rejected. They weren’t given jobs, nor were they allowed friendship. When a mob snuck into the apartment one night and killed Azuki’s parents, the infant had nowhere to go, no protection from the world.
She had been forced to watch as a man ruthlessly cut open her father with a blade, splattering their blood over the meticulously polished walls. She watched as her mother’s skull was crushed beneath his boots. She sat in her cot and could only watch as the mob desecrated the house with paint and flame. However, a pair of undoubtedly European hands had hoisted her into the air, out of the house. The last thing she could remember was a cold hand embracing hers, leaving three wrapped candies in her tiny fingers.
One’s childhood and the events leading up to one’s arrival at the orphanage were forbidden information, to be known solely by the bearer. This was the number one rule of Wammy’s House.
An almost inaudible moan escaped Azuki’s lips. Her long lashes parted, revealing her deep green eyes. She was vaguely aware of her surroundings; Cabra, who enfolded her in his warm arms. She could see dark outlines of the other children in the room.
Linda, in the corner, sketching something undoubtedly stunning with a set of charcoal pencils. Matt and Mello, their fierce eyes trained on the chess board between them. Keylie sat outside on the grass, visible through the glittering glass window. She grinned as she picked a small yellow flower, twirling it in her hands. Near sat inside, beside the window, hiding from the light behind a colossal Lego structure.
Azuki propped herself up against the wall, still leaning into Cabra’s arms. Azuki had always been somewhat of an introvert, preferring her own company over that of the other children. Well, until she met Cabra.
Azuki was woken from her doze as the room’s door swung open. Into the room stepped a familiar figure adorning a familiar grin. Wammy!
Despite Roger’s occasional presence, Wammy served as the only parent for each of the children. They all seemed to share a certain fondness towards the middle-aged man. The room’s occupants all raised their heads, temporarily halting their respective activities for whatever news Wammy served to bring. Even Near put down the plastic blocks in his hand and listened intently.
“Near, L has summoned you.”
The children groaned melodically. Near was at the top of the group, towering over the other children in academic ability. He was always the first option for L’s various special tasks. His peers offered their companionship, but it was as though he were afraid to get too close.
“Very well.” He spoke so quietly the words were almost lost. He ducked down behind his immense lego tower, then stood and slouched across the room. His arms were packed with toy planes, model robots, and even a small set of finger puppets.
Wammy stood back to allow Near through, then closed the wooden door behind him
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Chapter 2 – A Successor
Cabra sat on the soft, warm carpet. As about half of the Wammy kids didn’t bother to use chairs, a substantial amount of money and effort was devoted to keeping this carpet soft and comfortable.
Azuki lay in his loving embrace, her small thirteen-year-old body veiled in a pile of blankets. Cabra stroked her hair, caressed her face. He couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her chest rise and fall beaneath the quilts’ embrace, slowly, rhythmically. Peacefully.
He ran a soft, warm hand over her face. Through her dyed black hair, as smooth and soft as summer cherries. Over her eyes, as elegant and innocent as two butterflies sitting on a flower in a Summer garden. Her warm nose and her pale cheeks. He touched her small, thin lips, which had met his on so many occasions. He was more familiar with hers as he was his own. How they curved up slightly at the sides, an innocently delectable smile.
Wammy and the other kids had warned Cabra against falling for her. They told him that this sort of romance could never have a blissful ending. They were all wrong, of course, every single one of them. Cabra and Azuki were inseperable. No, more than that. They were one.
Azuki had told Cabra all about herself; she had revealed the details against which she had sworn secrecy upon her arrival at Wammy’s House. Azuki had told Cabra of her past, as an only child in Japan.
Azuki’s Japanese father and American mother hadn’t fit in with the rest of Tokyo. They were rejected. They weren’t given jobs, nor were they allowed friendship. When a mob snuck into the apartment one night and killed Azuki’s parents, the infant had nowhere to go, no protection from the world.
She had been forced to watch as a man ruthlessly cut open her father with a blade, splattering their blood over the meticulously polished walls. She watched as her mother’s skull was crushed beneath his boots. She sat in her cot and could only watch as the mob desecrated the house with paint and flame. However, a pair of undoubtedly European hands had hoisted her into the air, out of the house. The last thing she could remember was a cold hand embracing hers, leaving three wrapped candies in her tiny fingers.
One’s childhood and the events leading up to one’s arrival at the orphanage were forbidden information, to be known solely by the bearer. This was the number one rule of Wammy’s House.
An almost inaudible moan escaped Azuki’s lips. Her long lashes parted, revealing her deep green eyes. She was vaguely aware of her surroundings; Cabra, who enfolded her in his warm arms. She could see dark outlines of the other children in the room.
Linda, in the corner, sketching something undoubtedly stunning with a set of charcoal pencils. Matt and Mello, their fierce eyes trained on the chess board between them. Keylie sat outside on the grass, visible through the glittering glass window. She grinned as she picked a small yellow flower, twirling it in her hands. Near sat inside, beside the window, hiding from the light behind a colossal Lego structure.
Azuki propped herself up against the wall, still leaning into Cabra’s arms. Azuki had always been somewhat of an introvert, preferring her own company over that of the other children. Well, until she met Cabra.
Azuki was woken from her doze as the room’s door swung open. Into the room stepped a familiar figure adorning a familiar grin. Wammy!
Despite Roger’s occasional presence, Wammy served as the only parent for each of the children. They all seemed to share a certain fondness towards the middle-aged man. The room’s occupants all raised their heads, temporarily halting their respective activities for whatever news Wammy served to bring. Even Near put down the plastic blocks in his hand and listened intently.
“Near, L has summoned you.”
The children groaned melodically. Near was at the top of the group, towering over the other children in academic ability. He was always the first option for L’s various special tasks. His peers offered their companionship, but it was as though he were afraid to get too close.
“Very well.” He spoke so quietly the words were almost lost. He ducked down behind his immense lego tower, then stood and slouched across the room. His arms were packed with toy planes, model robots, and even a small set of finger puppets.
Wammy stood back to allow Near through, then closed the wooden door behind him
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