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Tomoya paused as he heard raised voices, rerouting and going by the door to his parents' study instead of the kitchen for a glass of water. As he got closer, the words got clearer, and cruelly clearer. "... abomination! Tageru, you can't have not noticed the similarities!"
"I've noticed them!" snapped his father, sounding angry. "I've been trying to prove that-" Tomoya winced as he heard his father say a bad word, tucking his body behind one of the potted mini crystal trees to continue listening. "- wrong and say that I can raise a hatchling!"
"You're making our lives a nightmare to prove a point? You're so stupid! That... that thing will bring misfortune upon us! We'll just adopt a hatchling!"
"What if they ask, Sher? We can't say he died if we don't go through a mourning period!"
"We'll say he got lost! I know some people who wouldn't mind forging papers saying there was an investigation and that he wasn't found!"
"That's desperate, and you know it! All it would take would be an official looking at it closely-"
"They don't have the time to examine every case! I do not want that monster of a child in this house an instant longer! I don't ever want to see Tomoya again! Oh gods why couldn't he be the sort of child to think running away is exciting?!" Tomoya shook, clutching the edge of the pot he was next to as his eyes shimmered with tears. Why did his mother hate him? Why did his father hate him? What was wrong with him, why was he a monster? What had he done wrong and why couldn't it be fixed?
      The next day, Tomoya was woken up from a broken sleep by his father, who simply took him outside in his pajamas, flew him to the next city, and dumped him in an alley before taking off. Tomoya tried to follow, then screamed as Tageru actually attacked him, sending him fleeing. He flew and ran until he became utterly lost, and then he cried. He was hungry, he was thirsty, his clothes were dirty, and he was alone. Alone, and unloved.

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Tomoya was starving. His stomach hurt constantly now, he could barely move, and he stank from all the muck he had to get through in the alleys of this city's ghetto. He wanted to ask someone for help, but he'd been told to never talk to strangers. He wanted to eat, but he had been told stealing was bad, and he didn't want to be even more bad than his mother said he was. At night, he'd cry himself to sleep and clutch his stomach. He would have prayed, but he knew that monsters did not pray and monsters were never answered by the gods, so he had no one to speak to. What pitiful amounts of water he got were licked off drainpipes on the sides of buildings when it rained, which was the only reason he had survived two weeks. And then... Rainbow eyes. Entranced, he had tried to follow them, and they led him around and around until he was by the market, where they vanished. Dropping his hand, he felt tears well up again. Who had those rainbow eyes belonged to? They had looked concerned, they had looked kind...
      He squeaked almost inaudibly when he was suddenly lifted by a gigantic hand and turned around, examined from all angles. "Definitely an orphan or runaway..." The caraccra chuckled, eyes bright with satisfaction. "Young enough to be easily trained, so you'll sell well..." Tomoya was lost for words, so he only looked up at the Gunjin with tears in his eyes as he shook.

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Fysa was so... different from how he remembered it. In the cities, that is. It was like an explosion of human cultures had hit them, with the predominant ones being oriental, and the markets weren't as clean as they had been before. It was a shame, really, for it made them more... perfumed. Wandering between stalls, Chanss picked up a trinket here, poked some fabric there, and just seemed to ooze boredom and disinterest. At least, until he saw a caraccra in an alley holding something small. Brow furrowing, he allowed himself to be overtaken by a weightless, senseless feeling and moved towards him, only to see him holding a dirty hatchling who looked terrified. His eyes, had they been visible, would have narrowed as he listened to the larger Gunjin tell the hatchling what sort of future he was going to have. The final straw was the bag he moved to drop him into. Moving like lightning, he twined himself around the Gunjin's neck, tightening his arms and binding his mouth shut while covering his nostril. With a muffled shout of surprise, the Gunjin dropped the hatchling and stumbled back. He tried slamming into walls and scrabbling at him, but Chanss's brand of special meant that parts of him vanished before he could connect with surfaces, and the hands just went right through him. Only when the caraccra tumbled forward, unconscious, did Chanss let go. Dusting his hands and straightening his jacket, he went over to the hatchling and held out a hand. "Did he hurt you, little one?" A quick, still frightened shake of the head was his answer, making him relax. Chanss opened his mouth to ask if the little one was hungry, but instead he asked something else. "Do you want a hug?" Wide eyes regarded him, then he found himself with a lapful of hatchling. Wrapping his arms around him carefully, he lifted him up. "Hmmm... Bit like Yatolque in appearance, aren't you?" He felt the hatchling stiffen, and smiled. "Don't worry, just wait until we step in the sun... I've got a stripe just like yours."
"Really...?" asked a small voice.
"Mmhmm."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" asked Chanss, curious.
"I'm wrecking your jacket..."
"Huh...?" Chanss looked down at his jacket, then shrugged. "It was due for a clean anyway, so no harm done. Do you have anything you want to bring with you?"
"I- I only have my pajamas..."
"I guess we'll have to do some shopping then. Good thing we're in the market, eh? What's your favourite food?" Chanss rejoined the throng of people as rainbow eyes regarded him from the shadows before descending on the caraccra, energy tongues latching onto his heartstone and tearing it away. Then he called Adinzoi; he'd give the Gunjin a suitably desecrated end for daring to harm their maker.

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Chanss hummed softly, having had a lot of practice at acting normal, and navigated around his apartment to set some extra furniture in the guest room which now belonged to the hatchling. He would have asked where his parents are, but he had a sick feeling in his heart that he knew why the little one had been abandoned. Society was not easy on those who weren't considered natural, or who resembled feared figures. Yomats were only able to settle in so easily because they weren't as beetle shaped as they used to be, and were more like Gunjin. Sighing softly to himself, Chanss listened for the hatchling, ready to go drain the bath for him as soon as he was done. It was heartbreaking, just how much a bath meant to the child, along with clothes.
      Sitting on the edge of the bed to wait, Chanss rubbed his forehead. He did not know how to raise a child, and he had no support. Okay maybe he did, if he counted Misora and Takeo, but they could not always be there, and they had their own child to look after. The familiar stab of guilt at the thought of Tori went through him, always there before the happy memories. He sighed again, rubbing the back of his head and wondering what the fields he was going to do. Hearing the hatchling calling, he stood. The child needed a home, and he of all Gunjin knew that giving him to someone else would be catastrophic for his spirit. He owed it to the child to take care of him as best he could. Smiling to himself, he reasoned that at least he wasn't going to suffer withdrawal from going to parties or anything, seeing as he never did. He was never invited either, but he was technically a nobody so why would they bother? Entering the bathroom, he held out a towel as the hatchling looked up, then stood. "Was the bath good?"
"Yes, thank you..."
"No problem." He wrapped the towel around him, crouching and lightly rubbing over his arms with it before draining the tub. Picking the hatchling up, he carried him to his new room and set out a brand new, soft set of pajamas. Once the hatchling was changed and under the blanket, Chanss leaned against the headboard and stretched. He was going to ask if the hatchling wanted to be told a story or sung a song, but the hatchling spoke first.
"Am I a... a... a monster?" Chanss stiffened, remembering when he had been called that, among other awful names.
"No. Whoever said that doesn't know you at all."
"But... But don't your parents know you best?" Well damn and needles. If only Chanss knew what they looked like so he could throttle them.
"Some people aren't meant to be parents, little one," said Chanss.
"But they should still know their hatchling enough to know if they're bad, r-right?" There were tears in the hatchling's eyes, and Chanss felt his heart fracturing.
"They only see what they want to see. I'm sorry, little one, but if they could call you a monster and mean it, they didn't love you very much." Chanss felt like the worst person on the planet as he took in the shattered expression on the kid's face. Shifting, he drew the child up against his chest and hugged him close. "I have not known you long, and I don't know your name, but I love you. If you want, I'll look after you, or find you someone who you like that will." That seemed to do it, because the little one started sobbing as he clung to him. Stroking the shaking back, Chanss lowered his head and nuzzled the top of the child's. "Shh... shhh.... It will be alright, little one..."
"You'll- you'll love me even if I am a monster...?"
"You will never be a monster to me." It was the right thing to say, because the hatchling seemed to fill with relief and slump against him.
"So... So you'll be dad?"
"Only if you want me to be."
"... My name is Tomoya."
"It's an honor to meet you," Chanss said, smiling. "You only have to call me dad if you want to, and if you feel comfortable with it. Until then, my name is Chanss, but you can also call me Chay if you want." Chanss grinned at him, and Tomoya giggled softly.
"Thank you... It's nice to meet you too. Will you... will you call me your son?"
"I would be honored to, Tomoya." The hatchling fell asleep a short while later as Chanss sang to him, stroking his back. Once the hatchling was asleep, Chanss shimmied down on the bed until he was laying down, then went to sleep with the little one on his chest. A figure stepped into the room, the light revealing it as the Kaszimont. Looking down at them, he narrowed his rainbow eyes thoughtfully. It was, he thought, almost, almost ironic how a descendant of Yatolque was now the guardian of his reincarnated ancestor. Kaszimont leaned down and touched a fingertip to Chanss' heartstone. A brief examination satisfied him, and he left with the knowledge that Chanss would indeed take care of Tomoya and not shove him on someone else. They would keep a watch though, to make sure Chanss never ever mistreated the child. Fields help him if he did.
I blame :iconmetaknightgirl13:

.... It DOES make good AU material though.

Keep in mind that I wrote this after attending a b-day party that went from two to ten.
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SpaceMeta's avatar
*rolls on the floor, yanking on own hair, while groaning in agony*

This is just too adorable! Too much feels! It just makes me want to make it official and-GAAAAAAH!!!:icononiontantrumplz:


:iconwhyyounoplz:BRAIN! Y U NO STOP TORTURING ME WITH IDEAS!?