Hikari: Guiding Light (Hiatus)

The Beginning

Hot tears run down a young boy's face as he throws condensed balls of light, one after another to this building and that, lighting everything up in flames. Explosions filling the silence with their deep voice, along with the screams of those who were unlucky enough to get caught in them. This boy wasn't crying because he regrets anything he's doing, because he forced to do these things and he doesn't want to. No, those tears are because he's fed up with this life. Those tears are hot and angry, making their way from hatred filled eyes that look upon the destruction that he cause. No.
The destruction Father caused.
As ashes settle and the dust falls, sirens are faintly heard through the crackling of fire. The boy's head snaps to the right, the hatred in his eyes gone, but replaced with fear.

He stood froze for a solid minute, realizing the sirens were getting closer. He took one step backwards, towards the opening with trees scattered haphazardly. Through the fire's glare, he could see the red and blue circling, taunting him to stay and get caught.
That was it, he took off into the trees, the wind whipping past his ears and throwing his already messy hair around. The tears kept flowing, but not for the same reason.
He was free.
Free.

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I bet your wondering whats going on here? Very confusing, right? Well, lets go back a few years, 10 to be exact.
Lets see how it all started.

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Hikari, Taiyō, 6 y/o, August 15
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An apricot - haired boy slipped from his bed, his muscles sore from the night before. His bare feet dragged across the cold wooden floor to the bathroom were he relieved himself before washing his hands and brushing his teeth.

I know what you're thinking, your life wasn't so bad, why did you destroy it? Just wait.

This boy was about a couple inches over the average height of a 6 y/o, I guess thats why people thought he was older.

I guess thats why his father thought it was okay to work him all the way up till 4 in the morning.

He trudged his way downstairs, now in a pair of black baggy pants and a grey shirt, the smell of pancakes, coffee, syrup, and toast was thick in the air, making his stomach growl with want.

"I see you're up now, hurry up and eat, we'll have an early start. "

His father, Heikin Hikari, rumbled as he took a sip of his coffee. As Taiyō was reaching for a pancake, a smack broke the silence.
His hand stung from the impact and his eyes burned with tears. "You know you don't get anymore that some toast in the mornings. Grab it and get going." His mother, Nagashi Hikari, scolded, glancing over at Heikin with something flashing in her eyes that he couldn't catch.

Taiyō sniffed and nodded, turning around and grabbing a piece of toast. Its a miracle this boy isn't skinny about now. He took a bite, following his father out the door and into the opening beside their house. The further you go, the thicker the trees get.

"Hurry up now, we don't have all day." Heikin growled, nudging the boy in front of him. Nudge is the wrong word to be completely honest. Taiyō stumbed a few times but regained his balanced, turning to his father as he tried to suck up the tears, biting his bottom lip. Why were his parents so mean, what did he do to them?

"Don't give me the tears now, finish your food and get in position." He bellowed, tilting his nose and looking down at the child like he was disgusted. The boy looked down at his feet, doing his best to choke down both his sadness and toast.