Left Us Falling [KHR Fanfic]

Will You Play A Game?

-Left Us Falling-

"I never knew something so innocent could be so..."

"Deceiving?" He tilted his chin downward, eyes sharp.

The other frowned. "No, that's not right."

"A forgery, then."

"Yes." His eyes widened in realization. "A fake. A false child."

"But he's real. Very young in actuality."

"That's what makes it so sad."

"It hurts to even look at him, doesn't it? When you know the truth."

He turned away, glancing over at the other. "The whole truth."

"Exactly. Not just a small part of it. The entire story."

The dark eyed man was silent, then, until he let out a sigh and began to walk away.

"Somehow, though, I don't think we've even grazed the surface of this."

"This child..."

"Is someone you do not want to trifle with."

The fact that they were already in too deep to recover wasn't lost on either of them.

"He looks so lonely..." The woman sighed, gazing sadly at the tiny form that was leaning against the corner, at the entrance to an alleyway. It was hard to believe that these people could come so young.

She was dressed in a black silk dress that hugged her form tightly, a white fur coat settled around her shoulders. She sat at a table covered by a white tablecloth, the sound of wine glasses clinking together mixed in with the classical music of the high class restaurant. Across from her, her husband was speaking to his brother in low tones. She could barely hear what they were saying, it all came in bits and pieces, but she knew it was really none of her business.

"...again...need to...-mthing about..."

"...-gree...find a...stop..."

"Do...assistance?"

"...think...have it covered...call you if...awry."

"Alright...try and..."

They turned and addressed her."

"Did you say something, Heiko?" Her husband asked her. Heiko sighed again, shaking her head and looking back at the child that was loitering just barely in her sight, half hidden by the shadows of the alleyway—which was most likely his home. "Oh... no, nothing..."

Her brother-in-law, Ryoshi, glanced to where her gaze was directed and smiled sadly. "The homeless are a tragic sight, Heiko. We can't really do anything about it."

Her honey eyes burned with sadness. "But... just him, ne? I mean... he's so very young. He couldn't be more than five!"

"We can't take in every little stray we come across, honey." Hanta told her. Her husbands eyes were looking anywhere but in the direction his companions were gazing. Heiko knew that one look at the sad little boy in the bright orange hoodie and washed out blue jeans, and he wouldn't be able to say no.

She set her cutlery down on the plate before her, escargot forgotten. "I know. It's just..." She shook her eyes. "I know."

Then, all three of them looked over, and saw a flash of orange as the small child backed away and disappeared into the gaping entrance of the alley. They all felt involuntary shivers run down their spines, but didn't know why. Had the boy been observing them, too? It seemed like...