Never click suspicious links
Reminder: Wattpad will never ask for passwords, payment information, or other sensitive account security details.
Lost
  • WpView
    Reads 643
  • WpVote
    Votes 63
  • WpPart
    Parts 36
WpMetadataReadOngoing1h 49m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 30, 2020
Samuel Davis has 2 families. Not actual ones- of course. After the death of his parents he was taken in by a close group of friends. The other "family" is at Tokyo. Currently having an unusual war. Samuel wants to help but he doesn't know how he can without bringing his other family into this mess somehow. He decided to keep it a secret of what he's actually doing. Making up a story. It can't hurt anyone, right? After all of the deaths in his real family he feels unlucky. He feels lost. (OC/OC?)
All Rights Reserved
#753
tokyo
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • 'This is where we Part'
  • LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION)
  • My Personal Hell
  • A New Life (MikeyXOC Tokyo Revengers Fanfic)
  • In Another Life
  • Reincarnated in a Rural Village Hinamizawa
  • Smoking At The Playground With You || Shinichiro Sano
  • Flickering Lights
  • My Living Nightmare - Tom Kaulitz
  • Unravel The Secrets: Manjushage no noroi/TokyoRevengers/

Snow fell softly from the night sky, quiet and gentle, as if the world itself were holding its breath. The hill where the twins lay was blanketed in white, their small footprints already fading beneath the steady snowfall. Their parents had gone out that evening to perform at the theatre, leaving the twins in the quiet care of the night. It wasn't unusual-Riku and Tenn often found themselves alone when their parents were away. The theatre was theirs, a small family dream built with endless hours of sweat and song. At only 5 years old, Riku was too young to understand why their parents worked so hard, too innocent to see the shadows od exhaustion on their faces when they returned home. Riku, at 5 years old, never questioned it. To him, his parents always smiling, always strong and the theatre was nothing more than a place where the mother and father could sing and dance. He didn't notice the careful way they hid their sighs, or how their smile stretched just a little too long. Protected from worry, Riku's world remained simple and bright. But Tenn noticed, thought the same age, he was sharper, more watchful. He caught the flicker of tiredness in their eyes, the soft way they looked at Riku at though he were the most fragile treasure in the world. Their struggles were hidden from Riku, not because they wanted to lie but because even the smallest stress could endanger his weak body. Yet no matter what weight they carried, one things was certain, their parents loved their precious twins more dearly than anything else. Every performance, every smile, every late night was for them-for Riku's fragile health, and for Tenn's steady future and even if Riku was too young to see it, Tenn understood.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines