Hey! ^^
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! :D I hope U'v all had a great day and have got some nice goodies!^^ I know I have! *cheesly smiles at new ps3*
Anyway, xNotUnderstood! I'm your secret Santa! :D My story to you is about your OC Salvatore (I hope I spelt the names right), and basicly, its a comedy/drama story, I hope it's half-decent... ^^;
But to everyone else reading this, MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D
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Salvatore: Story of a boy.
Salvatore found Syaoran in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for anything he could eat. They were like brothers, but sometimes he felt like face palming at his mate.
“Do you mind turning around? Your ass isn’t exactly what I want to see.” He remarked sarcastically and jokingly. Syaoran turned around showing his signature cheesy grin.
“Hey man! I can’t even eat without you making fun of me!” He laughed. They were always on the same wavelength. Best friends, close to brothers. Salvatore then noticed what his mate was eating.
“Whoa, are you mad?! Those are Toru’s prawn dumplings! Dude’s going to flip if he notices!” All Syaoran did was give a face pretty much saying `are you an idiot?’ while a half a dumpling hung out of his mouth.
“He can get his own. It’s a free world dude.” He replied finishing of the last piece of the dumpling. Salvatore sighed, but then gave a small smile. He was used to this.
“Sometimes you can be such an idiot.”
“Ha ha! That’s Mr.Idiot to you!”
Just an average day with these two. They pranked, ate, pranked, played, pranked, worked out (well, Salvatore did at least), and did I mention prank? Today was Sunday, so it was school the next day. As Salvatore slept in his bed, he thought of his mother. His wonderful kind mother. To some people, having a strong bond to your mother is considered “weird” and/or “uncool.” That wasn’t the case for him. He only had his mother.
He hated his father. Leaving a woman to care for a child and herself. He hadn’t seen him since he left, and part of him wished he would never have to see him again. He hated him. Well, he thought he did at least...
The next day was school. As usual the boys prepared for their day. Then saying bye to their friends, they walked up their usual road to the high school. They chatted about things like close friends would do. Salv then felt a vibrational his pocket. He took out his mobile and looked at the number. It wasn’t someone he knew. The name didn’t appear.
“Who’s that? Girlfriend?” Syaoran joked, but Salv didn’t exactly find it funny.
“Ha ha.” He replied sarcastically. He opened up the message. It read;
I CAN SEE YOU. I’M BEHIND YOU. Salvatore looked behind and saw a black figure running away from the bushes. Salvatore’s emerald eyes widened and as if it was a reflex he started to run after the figure.
“SALV! WHERE’ YOU GOING?!”
“DON’T WORRY! TELL TEACH I’LL BE LATE!” The two kept running, further and further into the woods. Salvatore didn’t get tired though, not with hours of working out. Eventually the figure in black stopped at large tree. Salvatore could have gone right at him, but after all the fights he’d been in, he knew that it’s better to keep a distance before giving a good punch. The opponent could get the upper hand more easily otherwise.
“Why… How’d you get my number...? Who are you?” He questioned between breaths. The person didn’t seem tired, in fact you couldn’t even see him bothered about the whole ordeal. He chuckled and turned around. He wore a black suit, his eyes were emerald green as well, but he had blond hair. It went down to his neck and was tied at the back. He had pinkish cheeks, he fair skinned.
Somewhere Salvatore had seen this person before, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“It’s good to see you.” The man said calmly and happily. This just mad Salvatore even more pissed off.
“`Good to see you’ my foot! Who are you?! Why’d you drag me out here?!” The man said nothing, he just frowned.
“Don’t you recognise me?” Salvatore gave him an angry look. “Your face says it all. Fine.” He threw a piece of paper at him like a shuriken, which Salvatore swiftly caught as it flew by his cheek. It was a photo. It showed the man, with shorter hair, his mother and a baby boy in their arms. The man and his mother were smiling and the baby looked confused. Who was this ma-
It struck him like a pile of bricks. His eyes widened in both fear and surprise. He looked up to see the man smiling just like in the photo.
“Do you understand now, son?”
“Dad…”
Salvatore didn’t know what to do. He stood there in shock. His long lost father. The one who left him with his mother at the age of 5.
Should he run into his arms crying?
Should he run and beat him up for leaving his mum?
Should he deny it all?
“Son, I just want to say-“
“SHUT UP!” The man made an upset face. “Just shut up.”
Salvatore wanted to cry, but forced them back. He wasn’t happy nor was he sad. He was angry. He was filling up with rage. If his “dad” didn’t use the right words, he would really regret it.
“Son. I had to leave. Your mother, well she wasn’t really my type. In fact I didn’t even want to marry a woman like that. She was too... happy and kind. She couldn’t stick up for herself and relied on me as she watched over you. The only reason we married was because of our parents. I’m actually quite glad we divorced.”
Now Salv was ragging. Inside at least, he was trying to hold himself back. He could get arrested for beating up a grown man.
“So, now that your old enough, I’ve come back to help you. Come join my family Salvatore. You’ll be ever so happy with us.” He smiled sweetly.
“You can keep your family, you disgusting pile of crap. DON’T YOU DARE INSULT MY MOTHER!” He ran right at him. He was going to regret it, if it was the last thing he did.
Just then an arm grabbed his arm just as he was about to land the punch to the face. His once emerald green eyes were now clouded and dark with anger. He looked at the arm.
“Salv, not cool.” Syaoran.
“Let go. Now.”
“I can’t let you do this Salv.” Salvatore’s muscles relaxed, then Syaoran let go. He walked next to his dad and put an arm around his shoulder. “I won’t let you hurt my dad.”
“What?”
“This is my dad.”
“But-” Slav’s dad put up his hand, signalling for them both to stop Now Salvatore was both angry and confused. His dad put his hand on Syaoran’s shoulder in a friendly manner.
“Salvatore, this is your half-brother. Syaoran.”
“Dad, we know each other” We’re childhood friends!” Syaoran replied happily to his `father.’ “There you have it Salv. We aren’t almost like brothers. We pretty much are!”
From here the shock was too much, and ended up fainting. This was all too much for his little brain.
“-ore…
Salv… ore
Salvatore…
Salvatore!
SALVATORE, WAKE UP!” Salv woke up instantly surprised from the load shout in his ear. He looked around, he was in his bed, in his bed room. Syaoran was sitting at the edge of the bed, ready for school, bag on the floor.
“Come one, we’re going to be late!” He said as he got up, but was stopped when his wrist was grabbed by Salvatore. “What? Somin’ wrong?”
“I… Just want to say, even though we’re half-brothers, I don’t want our friendship to be ruined because of our dad.”
“Huh?” Syaoran just gave a derpy look as if to say `are you an idiot?’
“It’s fine. I still hate the guy, but we can still be brothers. You two seem really close.”
“Um, dude? We’re not half-brothers.”
“Yes we are! And it’s fine! Really! Don’t deny it!”
“No really, we’re not. We don’t have the same last names since you said it was `dad.’ We’re not related.” Salv, was starting to fell stupid.
“But- Ah! What colour hair does your dad have?! What’s he look like?!”
“What the hell is wrong with you? He’s got short brown hair and his eyes are hazel. You’ve seen him before, when we were younger.”
“But-”
“I think you had a bad dream mate. What happened? Wait actually, tell me on the way to school, we’re going to be late!”
So that’s what he did. As they walked, Salv told of his crazy dream. Sy found it quite funny, much to Salv’s dismay, but all least it was all a dream.
“But do you know the best part about it?”
“What?”
“The fact that I will probably never see my dad ever again.” He said happily and started laughing. Syaoran didn’t know what was funny about that, but joined in for the heck of it. Little did they know as they walked past the bushes, someone was watching them.
“My son hates me… Oh well.” And the dark figure walked away, not seen by anyone.
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“WHO ATE MY PRAWN DUMPLINGS?! SYAORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!”
THE END~
Hope you enjoyed that! Took me a while but I hope it paied off ^^
