Once the twins and Kenzou arrived back to the pack house, with Kenzou sleeping on Evan's back, the three of them went to the dining room where Steven, Cameron, Josh and Alex waited; smiling at the three.
"You two told him, didn't you?" Steven asked.
The twins blushed and both nodded at the same time.
"The two of you will have to mark him, you know." Alex told them, they nodded.
"We know, we told him everything-"
"And he accepted you?" Josh finished.
"Yes," the twins nodded again, Evan readjusted Kenzou on his back.
"Go on, take him to bed, then the two of you to bed. The three of you will be going to the Supernatural school I went to when I was a teen."
"That must have been a few centuries ago." Josh mumbled, making Steven chase him out of the room.
The twins took Kenzou to his room and laid him down onto the bed. They also got into the bed with him and closed their eyes, sleeping near the boy.
....
It was around midnight when the twins woke to Kenzou's sobs. He then shot up from his bed and said one word:
"Mo....ther..."
Kenzou's POV
I opened my eyes to be in the nice woman's arms, the woman whom I say sometimes around the mansion and the woman who would cradle me when I was young. My mother. Closing my eyes again, I felt the warmth surround me. But this warmth was too hot. My eyes shot open.
Fire...
Fire was all I could see. I screamed and ran to the door, my six year old legs running as fast as they could. The fire then drowned the door in its red and orange flames of a dance. It swirled and spun, dancing to the beat of my quickly beating heart. I cried, I cried and screamed as I ran into the corner. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for this hell to end.
I reopened my eyes and the house was fine, I was fine. The door swung open and in ran my mother, the beautiful woman with brown shoulder-length hair and lavender eyes; and a man with black hair and a censored face.
"Kenzou, sweetie, why are you crying?" My mother asked. I could only sputter out useless sounds that could have sounded like the word 'fire' and 'scary'.
"It must have been a dream. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." Mother hugged me and Father walked out the door, taking one last glance at me.
The next morning, I awoke to find myself in Mother and Father's bed. Getting out of bed, I could hear Father shouting to Mother in the living room/kitchen.
"It's your fault he's like this! Why are you raising a monster!?"
"He's just weaker than the other kids! He gets sick much more easier! He's not a monster!" Mother defended.
"He's not weak! He can kill someone with that voice of his!"
"Shut up! Leave if you don't want to raise him! I can take care of him myself! Out!" Mother screamed.
Father stomped out of the living room and after grabbing his coat, walked out the door, slamming it in the process. Mother came out of the living room and saw me standing in the hallway with wide eyes. Her gaze softened and a gentle smile replaced the scowl she must have used with Father a few seconds ago. She walked up to me and picked me up, cradling me in her arms.
"C-can we go get ice cream?" I asked her, she smiled down at me.
"Can we get ice cream?" I asked them, they smiled brightly.
"Of course, sweetie. Go get changed." I ran into my bedroom and put on a yellow dress and my pink necklace mother bought me for my 6th birthday.
I went back down to the door and she picked me up and we went to the car, I smiled as we drove off to the nearest ice cream store.
.......
We arrived home and Mother stayed outside to get the mail while I walked inside. On the living room table I saw a piece of paper. Picking it up I read it.
Name: Kenzou June Hiroshi
Parent(s): Tara Lorna Hiroshi
Simon Joyce Hiroshi
Birth Date: 25th May, 2002
What...?
My stepmother always told me that I was born in the ear 2000, that I was 16 by now. Why does this say otherwise? Am I actually 14..? I closed my eyes and dropped the piece of paper, when I reopened them, fire again. Everything was up in flames. Mother ran in and screamed when she saw her 6 year old son standing in the middle of hot yet beautifully dancing flames threatening to swallow him. She picked me up and ran, she placed me in the car and ran back inside.
"Mummy!" I yelled. The smoke filled the house and leaked from the doors and windows.
Mother didn't respond, she must be phoning the fire fighters. I saw something glitter on the ground. I got out of the car and saw it... My pink necklace, it must have dropped from my neck. I picked it up and looked back in the house.
"MUMMY!!" I screamed as I could hear the fire fighters' sirens in the distance.
I never saw Mother again... and the pink necklace was the last thing I remember of her.
Then I remembered. This wasn't a dream.. it was a memory.
I shot up from the bed, my face covered in tears. I saw the two twins next to me.
"Mo...ther..." I whispered as I then clung to the twins and silently cried on their shoulders.
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Banshee Who Whispered (BxBxB)
Fantasy[written at thirteen years old.] Kenzou Hiroshi, a young boy who is abused by his step-mother, is found by his two protective mates. Without knowing that they are his mates, they take him into their pack along with Zak, his familiar, and Limbo, his...
