Disclaimer: I make no profit from making and posting this up. The characters are not mine (except maybe Rial) and I do not wish to be sued for this. Thank you.

Warning: Seeing as it is an M rated story, it should be understandable that there will be sex and other mature scenes (bad language, maybe violence). My spelling has not improved much during this time, so be ready for some pretty idiotic mistakes.

A/N: I don't know if many will read this, but oh well. This is the new version of 'Life Starts Now', as I promised. It will be totally different from the old version, so don't go all hating me just because I have changed the plot line a bit (a lot).

I won't delete the old version, so you can still go read it if you want to. Hopefully, this will be as popular as the first one. :)

Prologue.

"Ne, kid. What are you doing here, lost?" one of the five five-year-olds asked, crouching down next to the crying boy. "Maybe we can help you, ne?" he waved the others to come closer.

The crying three-year-old looked up, his eyes red and puffy from the crying and fingers clutching the broken toy robot, sniffed and shook his head. "Rial-nii-chan's gone." Was all he mumbled and clutched the robot closer to his chest.

Another one of the five, a much mature looking boy, crouched down next to the first and patted the crying child's shoulder. "Don't worry. I bet he's looking for you now." He pushed up his glasses a little and his eyes fell on the broken toy. "Is it broken?"

The younger nodded, tears still sliding down the red and wet cheeks, "I fell." He mumbled and sniffed one more time.

"Don't worry. It can be fixed, ne, Gen-chan?" the one of the still standing boys smiled and ruffled the crying boys head.

He drifted in and out of conciseness as the plane flew through the mist like clouds and only the dark blue could be seen outside the small window on his right. Most of the people on the board were sleeping soundly, the big headphones covering their ears and blankets pulled over their noses.

His brother shifted in his own sleep and started to use his shoulder as a pillow.

The six little kids walked hand-in-hand down the road. The littlest of the six was holding a broken robot toy in his left hand, while the right was being held by a smiling boy. The people passing by looked back at the six and either smiled a little or just awed at the cuteness of the scene. The fact that the smallest of them all was still sniffing just gave it all some cuteness points.

"Where did you last saw your nii-chan?" The other smiling boy on the kid's left leaned down a bit and asked.

The short kid stopped and seemed to sink in deep thought, his eyebrows scrunching together and forehead wrinkling a bit as he tried to remember. He looked up again and blinked two times.

"Candy."

"Hmm…" the one with the glasses pointed to the closest traffic light post. "There is a small store at the corner of that street." He looked down on the kid with the robot.

"Ryoma!" a woman's voice interrupted them and all six looked to their right. A really pretty woman, in her late twenties, ran towards them, the long hair fluttering behind her as she hurried to her son's side. "Where have you been? We were so worried honey. Rial especially, he was blaming himself all this time." She brushed her son's hair out of his face and kissed the forehead.

Then she tuned to the five boys, a smile of gratitude on her lips. "Thank you boys for taking care of this little one. I hope he didn't trouble you too much."

"No. It was fine." The one that had stayed quiet all this time bowed a little and stuffed his hands back into the pockets of his shorts. "We just wanted to help him." The others nodded in approval to those words.

She smiled again and took her little one's hand. "Ryoma, say 'thank you' to them for helping you out."

"Arigato, nii-chans." He looked up with those big, wide eyes and smiled, for the first time during the whole time they were with the boy.

Someone was poking and shaking him awake, his eyes only tightened in response to that and he buried deeper into the blankets. "Five more minutes." He mumbled out from under them.

"No five more minutes, we will land soon. Get up, damn it! Ryoma!" his brother tried to get him out of the blanket cocoon he had created.

He groaned again, "Rial, stop it!"

Ryoma was about to follow his mother back to the car when he turned around and looked at five. "Ne, nii-chans?" he made sure that they were listening; "I'm Echizen Ryoma, what are your names?" the curiosity in his voice was as genuine as a three-year-old could muster up.

The five looked at each other and then one by one they started: "Well, my name is…"

Their father barged into the living room, a large grin plastered on his face and a white envelope was clutched in his right hand. "Wife, brats, cat!" he started in a formal tone that indicated on something serious, "we are moving!"

They all, minus the cat, stared at the head of the family with confusion painted on their faces. The two teen boys turned to look at their mother, silently asking if this was real. She blinked out of the first shock and cleared her throat.

"What was that hun?" she tried to sound calm and collected, like it was just another case for her work.

The man grinned and shook his head, "Like I said," the tone seemed to get on his wife's nerves, "we are moving. To Japan. Now."

The woman smiled and gently laid her hand on her lap, one over another. "Nanjirou, you have five minutes to explain, or else." She didn't sound happy at all.

07.02.2011.