Hate
Story: Nagi's story, mostly what he feels is his past.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nagi or any member of Weiss Kreuz, so if I did I would be married to Koyasu
Part 1: Oka-san
Did I love my mother? Now that I stand here staring at the grave, I must have felt something. She was never married when she had me, a single mother, my father never part of our world until I was four or five. Naoe Kasumi, that was the name she had, the name that even now brings tears to my eyes. I was her only family, her only living son, did I love her? I guess, I'm not sure, even as a child, I was never sure if she loved me.
I remember running down the street after school, she lived in a nice apartment with two small bedrooms. She worked as a maid at one of the richer people's homes, I was too young to understand why she worked there or why she brought me along when I was four or five.
The man she worked for was my father, I realized this when I first met him. I was four, he was a doctor, at least his whole family were all doctors. He had to live up to that, his eyes were harsh when he saw me, his little son. His mother called me a rag-a-muffin, I was small and almost sickly, but he seemed fond of me. My grandmother though hated me, she saw me as sort of curse that was brought on by being the illegitimate son of some famous doctor.
Now that I think about it, I was lucky at first, a little lucky, but then Oka-san got sick. I was away now, I was five, I was found to be a prodigy. My mother couldn't afford a good school, but I tried hard to make it so that I received country funding to attend school. Her little genius son, the freak child more like it.
I hated school, I worked hard to just get away from the people there, the teachers did nothing about the bullying that went on in the halls. I was the likely victim, that was until I noticed my powers. When I was little, I remember balancing a sharpened pencil on its tip, but never believe it was anything special, I thought it was just a silly little game I would play when my mother would be sweeping in my father's office or cooking in the kitchen.
One day when the illness was particularly bad, I went to my mother's employer, my grandmother. I begged for time off, my mother was in no position to leave her bed, nor could she care for a small six year old like me. The old bat wouldn't listen and just pushed me out of her sight. "Oba-san, please, just one day," I whimpered, only to have the old woman smack me.
"I'm not your grandmother, you filthy little urchin, go away," she slammed the door in my face, I just stood there staring at the ground. I turned to see my mother walking up to the house and staring at me with sad eyes.
"She hates me, oka-san, her own grandchild, she hates me!" I stammered and ran back to the apartment. Of course, I didn't get far, I had fallen down and without thinking much on it, I saw an old trash can glide passed me and into a wall. I was doing this, I knew that for a fact, I just couldn't stop it. I sat there crying for a little while until I saw this person, he just walked up and touched my forehead, I couldn't see him really well, but I could tell it was someone who was just trying to figure me out. His hands were cold, but as soon as he touched me, he was whispering something to me in German. Then all the things stopped moving around me.
The sad part was I never got to say thank you, he just told me to go home. I suppose it was the first time I ever felt like someone understood me. I didn't feel alone when I was with this person.
When I finally returned home, I found an ambulance in front of the apartments; I could only guess what happened. I ran into my mother's apartment, but found that no one there, a woman was sitting in the hall waiting for me. "I'm sorry, but your mother is sick," she told me softly. "Your grandmother requests for you to move in with her."
I was in shock, I walked out of the apartment with what little I had, I never was much for toys, all I had was a stuff bear that my mother gave me. I had it under my arm as I was handed my suitcase, I was not able to cry anymore, I just stood there and stared up at the woman who was a social worker. The old woman, my mother's employer just stared at me as my father, the doctor took me into the house.
I hated it at this house, I hated every minute I spent being ridiculed and told to sit up straight or stop squirming. I was to be treated like the son of a doctor, but to say I was rich was hardly the truth, I wouldn't inherit anything. I was just the illegitimate son, a love child created by the sin of my own father who was not married.
The weird part was, I couldn't sit still, I had nervous ticks, they call it tarettets syndrome, but at the time, I didn't know what it was. When the ticks started, I would start shaking my head or my right leg would shake. Sometimes, father would overdose me so that I would be spaced out. Then again, having the problem made things worse between my grandmother and myself. She would call me the demon child, a child who was to die early in life.
She always seemed to complain about something that was wrong with me. When I ran to my father, he was always gone, away to his office. "Get away from him, you horrible, nasty little thing, can't you see your Oto-san is busy," I would hear my grandmother yell and push me from the room.
"I guess I will have do something about that hair and look at the state of his clothes," my grandmother would yell when she saw me. "He doesn't look like a child, there is something demonic in him."
Those complaints lasted until I was nine, the old woman had a heartattack when she saw my powers. I was angry, my father had done something and the house fell in. I was sent off to an orphanage after that, no one survived this at all, everyone thought it was an earthquake, but really could an earthquake be as violent as me?
Oka-san, don't you just love your little monster!