Stolen Love Chapter 1, a hybrid child/ハイブリッドチャイルド fanfic

Oh man did this manga/anime make me cry! Its so beautiful but WTH?! Is with that ending? What a sucky, leave me heart broken ending! I want my happy endings all around!

So I'm creating my own :3

This takes place where the anime ended.

Enjoy!

Prologue

Ten years ago I paid the ultimate price.

Ten years ago I ended my life and left a world behind.

Ten years ago I said goodbye to everything I knew and goodbye to the people I cared most about.

Including you...

...Aishiteru...

The sun was shining through beautiful, fluffy white clouds against a bright blue sky. The morning was peaceful, a light breeze rustled the leaves of the trees and flowers floated down to the ground, creating a blanket of light pink and white against the green blade of grass.

Situated deep within the cherry blossom trees stood a large white mansion capped with a dark red roof. A verandah wrapped around the entire back section of the house from each fence line, giving an uninterrupted view of every inch of the vast backyard no matter where you were in the house. Through out the yard there were large cherry blossom trees in full bloom and bright yellow flowers dancing amongst the grass, a little foot bridge that crossed over a glistening creek with brightly coloured koi fish ducking up to the surface then leaving ripples as they swam away.

Sitting at a small table on the floor of the verandah right at the back of the house, Tsukishima was seated on a blue floor cushion, his legs stretched out under the table. On the table was a medium size canvas surrounded by paint brushes and pallets of bright coloured paints. Spread out on the wooden floor around him were sheets of sketch paper, tubes of paints and a white circle hand fan.

'We should leave these doors open for a bit, let some fresh air into the rest of the house.' An older brown speckled grey haired woman wearing a light button up shirt and black pants said, sliding open the light wooden shoji doors to reveal a tatami covered room.

'That's fine. I'm not going anywhere today so that should be no problem.' Tsukishima said resting his hands back behind him, stretching his upper body out in a slight curve.

'Finishing off your project today?'

'Hopefully. Its been a bit hard with the rain this past week. But if the weather holds out like this I should have no trouble.' The housekeeper peered over his shoulder, studying to painting in detail.

'It looks beautiful sir. You really are a talent.' Tsukishima thanked her and smiled warmly, watching as the woman returned to dusting and cleaning the room.

'Its such nice weather today!' Tsukishima said stretching his arms above his head. A light perfume filled breeze ruffled his long hair, ringing a little bell at the top of the verandah door leading into the backyard. Closing his yes, he fell backwards letting himself lay out across the floor, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air.

'Onii-chan!' Opening his eyes to to look for the voice, he spotted a small blonde haired girl running towards him, carrying a small bunch of flowers in one hand and waving the other frantically in the air. Smiling he sat back up, waiting for her to reach him.

'Good morning Sayuri.' The young girl launched herself at him, being caught securely in Tsukishimas open arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging the young man tightly. The pair stayed that way for a moment before Sayuri pulled back, still seated in his lap and faced him.

'Did you hear? Haruka-sama came by this morning with my violin. She repaired it for me already.'

'That's very good. I know how much you have missed playing.' Tsukishima said with a gentle smile, placing a hand to ruffle Sayuris golden hair. He turned his head to look at the housekeeper and whispered, 'Please have An-chan send the bill as soon as she can. I know she forgot to bring one with her again.'

'Of course sir.' The housekeeper replied giggling.

'Nii-chan, the cherry blossoms are so beautiful and have fully bloomed. Do you think we can attend the Sakura festival in town tonight.'

"As if it were a mist of pink... its very beautiful." The fragmented memory struck him, one his worst memories came back to him and knocked every last breath out of his body.

'Nii-chan?' Tsukishima shook the voice from his mind and smiled at Sayuri whose concern showed through her emerald green eyes.

'Of course we can. I wouldn't dream of missing it.' His gentle voice reassured the young girl and she smiled as he place a hand on her cheek, giving her an affectionate rub.

'Go on through to the kitchen. I think Hana just baked some cookies you can take to school.' Tsukishima said shifting Sayuri off his lap and guiding her to stand up.

'Yay!' Sayuri squealed loudly, making Tsukishimas ears ring and ran off into the house happily.

'Don't wear your shoes-' But Sayuri had already disappeared down the hall.

'...inside.' Completely ignored, Tsukishima sighed and massaged his temples.

'She's such a resilient child.' Tsukishima looked up, catching the housekeepers eyes as she looked from him to the hallway where Sayuri disappeared and back. Her smile was warm, a kind smile that let Tsukishima know she understood what he was feeling.

'You're doing a good job with her. Sayuri is turning into quite an amazing little girl.' Shyly, Tsukishima turned his attention away, averting his eyes to what ever he could focus on.

'Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough. Or if my way is the right way.' Tsukishima stated, staring off into outside world.

'But you're still trying. And that's what is most important.' Peering out the corner of his eye, Tsukishima watched as the housekeeper turned away and went back to straightening up the room. Her words resonated deep in Tsukishimas mind, made him feel slightly better, letting him know his actions were being noticed and that he was doing something right.

'Could you go ask the driver to take Sayuri to school please?' Tsukishima asked noting the time on his watch.

'Of course sir.' Bowing, the housekeeper left the room, calling out to Sayuri as she walked through the halls.

After a moment the front door slammed closed and the house was left eerily quite. Tsukishima enjoyed these moments of peace, treasuring the time spent alone to finish his work.

Tsukishima turned his attention back to the canvas and stared at every detail laid out before his eyes; the vibrant flowers painted floating down a stream past a young woman crying on some rocks with the sun setting behind her. The young womans kimono, painted beautiful shades of pink and gold torn and frayed and her long black hair cascading down her back and shrouding most of her face like a veil.

All except her eyes. Her eyes pierced through the darkness and stared into the depths of the water, her tears shining like little crystals against her pale skin and pale green eyes.

Her eyes entranced him, drawing Tsukishima into the painting and left him wondering what pain she must have suffered, what kind of things had those eyes witnessed?

Her eyes reminded him of his own. Each time his eyes caught his reflection, his own mind questioned what was being reflected by his gaze. Was his past shining through his own eyes for everyone to see?

Shaking those thoughts from his head, Tsukishima picked out a brush and set back to finishing off the painting.

After a few hours of work Tsukishima became so engrossed in his painting he failed hear someone knock on the door frame, failed to notice someone entering the room and coming out onto the verandah. It wasn't the footsteps or the gentle voice trying to call him back that reached him, but a cup of green tea being placed just beside his hand on the table that brought him out of the painting to see who was here.

'Oh thank you Hana. This is just what I need.' Tsukishima warmly smiled, dropping the brush onto the table surface and picking up the steaming cup with both hands.

'There was a message for you sir. From Lord Diawas council.'

'What did they say?' Tsukishima asked.

'His Lordship just requested that you call him and schedule a visit. There is some business he wishes to discuss with you, about Sayuri.' Straighting the sleeves on her kimono, Hana waited as Tsukishima stared into the tea, waiting for him to take a sip.

'Right.' Tsukishima muttered taking a small sip of his tea. As soon as the small smile touched his lips, Hana knew the tea was good and took the moment to bow and slowly make her exit from room back to the kitchen.

'Oh Hana.' Tsukishima called out, catching the attention of the young woman. She turned around and asked him if he was in need of anything else but Tsukishima just shook his head.

'No. You and everyone else should leave early. I don't want you getting caught in the crowds for the festival.'

'But sir-' She began to argue but Tsukishima raised his hand cutting her off.

'Go home and relax. You've done enough for today.' He explained with a gentle smile. Hana stared at him for a moment then smiled herself, knowing not to argue with his kindness.

'Thank you sir. I shall let everyone else know.'

'See you tomorrow Hana.'

'Bye.' She gave a bow then exited the room, closing the sliding door leading from the hallway off. Her footsteps could be faintly heard and then they became softer and vanished. Tsukishima finished off his tea and pushed himself off the floor, stretching out his stiff muscles. He entered the house, leaving the warmth of the sun and the verandah, opened the hallway door and made his way down the hallway to the telephone just beside the kitchen door.

Tsukishima picked the receiver up and dialled in the number. He waited, leaning against the wall for someone to answer the phone. It wasn't long before someone picked up and answered the call.

'Good afternoon. This is Tsukishima. I was asked to return a phone call from Lord Daiwa.' Polite and straightforward. Tsukishima couldn't help smile and hold back his laughter at how serious he sounded to himself.

"Yes sir. One moment please."

"Ahh Tsukishima-san. Thank you for returning my call. I hope you are well." A loud, raspy voice called through the phone, making Tsukishima cringe slightly.

'Very well sir. And how is your Lordship?'

"I am very well, thank you for asking. I was wondering if you have a free hour tomorrow morning?"

'Yes sir. Sayuri has the day off from school but I know that now her violin is fixed she will be using her day off to visit the music shop to practice.' Tsukishima explained with caution, not sure where the conversation was heading.

"Good. Would it be possible for you to sit and have tea with me at around nine tomorrow morning? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you and its been too long since I had good company and good tea."

'Of course sir. That sounds very good.'

"Then its settled. I shall see you tomorrow my boy." Tsukishima cringed at the "my boy". No one had called him that since he was a child, but he let it pass, not wanting to be rude in correcting the Lord.

The phone call disconnected and Tsukishima returned the receiver back to the cradle. Sighing, Tsukishima pushed away from the wall, the thought of tomorrow weighing heavily on his mind. It had been months since Lord Daiwa had last contacted him and nothing of significance had occurred since, so Tsukishima was at a loss for the sudden phone call and meeting so quickly arranged. Mindlessly his feet moved him back towards his studio when the doorbell chimed, bring Tsukishima back out of his thoughts to the real world.

'Hmm, who could that be?' Muttering to himself he moved towards the front door and slowly opened it to find an elderly gentle standing outside carrying a bag.

'Good afternoon Tsukishima-sama.' The man greeted with a deep bow.

'Oh hello. You're from the dress shop right?' Tsukishima asked, recognising him immediately.

'Yes sir. I came to deliver the young ladys kimono for the Sakura festival tonight.' The man held the bag up higher in front of his body.

'Ahh right. I forgot we schedule for the kimono to be delivered. I was thinking last night about coming to collect it.' Inviting the older gentleman in, Tsukishima opened the closet just to the side of the entrance and began searching the top most draw.

'That's kind of you but I thought you would be busy so I made it my own errand to deliver it for you.'

'Oh it would have been no trouble. Ahh here it is. How much do you I owe you?' Tsukishima asked opening a large red pouch. Hearing the amount he counted out the correct amount of money and handed the money over to the man.

'Thank you sir. Please do let me know how the young miss finds the outfit.' Tsukishima took the bag from the mans outstretched hands and hung it inside the closet, closing the door securely behind him.

'I will. I'm sure she will be delighted so Sayuri may want to come thank you personally.' Thanking the man for his service, Tsukishima bowed and watched the older gentleman leave to compound. He closed the door off and began heading back into the main house.

"When I went to look at the trees in our garden, a part of a branch was broken off... since you like flowers so much..." Groaning, Tsukishima rubbed his head, trying to push the memory out of his mind.

'Why am I remembering this now?' He muttered rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He could feel tears prickling at his eyes, wanting to come to the surface.