Sealed off from the world....A monster, a disgrace is all she was to everyone. Enclosed in her own torture...Nobody knew her name, or knew who she was. Treated like a animal, with no affection. She had no one, except her little brother and her faith to look on the bright side of things. She was trapped in darkness, without being able see the slightest trace of beauty of sunlight. She own parents feared her, and disowned her as their own. This tradgedy happened because of one thing.. her gift. She was special, even without knowing it. She expieranced and knew things no one else knew. It was the most precious thing to her, and she thinks of it as true beauty. Everyone dies everyday, and some things we just loose sight of...Even people. Not Kylie, she can still see the true beauty of people. What can one girl do when, for the first time, people reach out for her even though she's been neglected and abused for so long? She's beautiful, but her gift is a tradgedy...

                    Sneak Peak: 

                  Hiroto's Story:

     "Please be careful." A middle aged lady said, gripping her hands on a young boy. The boy laughed, looking back over his shoulder. "Mom, your embarrassing me." He said akwardly, giving a shaky laugh. The lady had lushish straight long black hair with strands of grey in it. It was her sons sixteenth birthday, and he never used to want to go anywhere without her. "Hiroto, please... Let me go with you." She begged, her frail hands reaching out to him once more. Hiroto looked over his shoulder at her through his light blonde flippy bangs. "Mom...I'm all grown up now. Just learn to let go." He snapped before jerking his arm away from her once more. The lady let go of his arm and let her hand fall limpy to her side. Hiroto felt slightly bad, but he meant what he said. Without saying anything else, he jogged off in the oppisite direction. Excitement surged through him as he roamed the streets, making people shout mean comments at him. The bright sunlight seemed to dance across his pale face, making him smile hugely. He jumped as someone said his name softly, making him whip around. A young girl about five or six was smiling up at him brightly, a teddy bear clenched tightly in her hands. "Saki, go away." Hiroto growled, shooing her away with his hand. The girl frowned. "Big brother...I want to see you on your birthday." She said softly, her bright blue eyes begging. Hiroto was never found of Saki, always whining and trying to get her way all the time. Her hair was messy and hung in her face widely. "Just go home and keep mom company." He said before spinning around and leaving the stunned and sad- strucken girl behind him. He began to break out into a run once more, trying to get away from her. 

               "Big Brother!" She yowled, her voice punier then ever but still trailed after him. He turned a abandoned and run down alleway corner quickly. He pressed his body against the bright red bricks and closed his eyes. His eyes snapped open as there was a loud scream. Hiroto's light blue eyes snapped wide open and he turned the corn before sprinting towards the direction it came from. "Saki!" He shouted, shoving people aside violently, in a struggle to get to his sister. He gasped as two buff men stood in front of him. "What's wrong, Hiroto?" One of them snarled. He had dark brown hair that stuck up slightly in the front. The other was bald but was buffer then ever. Saki screamed and wiggled in their grasp. "Let her go!" He snapped, shoving them hard. One of their fist came speeding towards his face. Hiroto stumbled back, numb with pure pain. They pushed him in the alleway he was not long ago. Hiroto was breathing heavily, holding his bloody nose. "Hiroto!" Saki screamed, her voice high with fear. He looked up to see that the bald boy had pulled a gun out on her. "Please! Don't!" Hiroto screamed, fear making his voice shake. They both laughed michvious, pressing the silver gun against her head. The other boy with brown hair stood in front of him, kicking him hard in the stomach. The air escaped from Hiroto, and he collasped on the ground. He struggled to get up, but to only be greeted by the sound of the booming off the gun. Hiroto stood there rigidly, not being able to move. The little girl stood there for a moment, her expression mixed with pain. 

               "SakI!" Hiroto yelled, tears streaming down his bloody face. Saki fell to the ground, blood trickling down her clothes. Hiroto lunged foreword, to were the little girl was breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed over. Hiroto got on his knees and held her tightly in his arms. He held her clothes, feeling the heat drain from her body. "I-I'm sorry big brother...Happy birthday, I love you." She whispered, her voice soft. Hiroto could barely see her as tears streamed down his cheeks. She went limp, making Hiroto breath shakily. His sister, was gone...He slowly looked up, glaring at the two boys. "How could you...." He growled, letting her go. He went wide eyed as they reloaded the gun, holding it up once more. "This is for being born on the earth, you tradegy." They growled before shooting him.

                     Kido's Story:

       "Your doing great!" A voice said loudly from behind a boy. The boy was struggling to keep his balance, as he walked rigidly across a huge lawn. "See? I told you I'm strong!" The boy said, smiling hugely. "A little further!" A man shouted, opening his arms out. Kido blinked the sunlight out of his eyes and urged his legs to go on. He cheered loudly as he finally reached his parents. His mother hugged him tightly, her fragile arms squeezing him tightly. Kido looked at his father through his light brown bangs. "Mom, you can let go now..." Kido chuckled, making his mother slowly pull away. She sniffled loudly, forcing a smile on her light cracked pink lips. "I'm just so happy...Your fighting your cancer, and your finally able to walk again." She said, tears streaming down her tan skin. Kido was also happy himself, but he wasn't the type of person to get caught in his emotions in front of people. His dad ran his fingers through his black short hair and smiled. "Let's go inside, the doctor will be here any moment." He said before turning away. Kido was super glad that he finally was able to walk once more. He felt free, and he felt like he had a purpose in life again. Once the happy family was inside the small house, Kido stopped in the door way as he realized his nurse was already there. The mother's hopeful smile fell, revealing her real feelings. Fear sparked in him, and he creeped foreword, hiding behind the white wall that lead into the kitchen. "I have done test on your sons, and the results came back." The nurse said, tapping her nails on a wooden clip board. Kido gasped.

                 Kido pictured his parents hugging each other. "And?" The mother asked urgenlingly. "He may live, but...He needs special care and tons of medicine." The nurse explained, making Kido freeze in spot. That's what he didn't want, in other words...He might also have to live off of a machine. "If you won't be able to handle this, try thinking about sending your son somewhere else." The nurse continued. Kido gripped the wall tightly, hoping his parents would reject.  "We'll do whatever is best." His father said before he walked back towards the living room where Kido was rigidly hidding. "Your...Giving me away?" Kido asked, making them all look at him. His parents stared at him in utter shock, not knowing what to say. "It's...What would be best." His mother explained softly.  Kido clenched his fist, and shut his dark blue eyes. He didn't want to hear excuses, and he just wished he could disappear. "You can see us when you get better." The mother said before looking at the nurse. The nurse opened and nodded, smiling hugely. Kido glared, not being stupid. "I already know I might die..." He admitted before looking away. Before they could say anything else, he ran out of the house, leaping over the porch steps. His legs ached, and they felt numb. Tears formed in Kido's eyes, noticing how helpless he looked. "Kido!" His mom wailed after him. He stopped, his body not letting him move any further. He gasped, the air from his lungs. He felt his body collasp from beneath him, and he lunged towards the ground, the last thing he saw. 

                     Kido woke up a couple minutes later. "Will he be ok, doctor?" A muffled voice asked from above him. Kido strained to listen, panic surging through him. Where was he? "I'm afraid not...The shock took a huge toll on him. Along with everything else, his body just stopped functioning." The doctors muffled voice he said from above him. He could hear the faint beeping of machines from all around him. He felt warm tears stream down his numb face, unable to move. "He'd be living off of this machine..." The docotor explained. Kido struggled to move, but his limp body wouldn't allow him. "He doesn't want that..." The father said slowly. There was a long pause, and Kido knew what was coming next. "We could end it all here..." The doctor said, making his heart pound. The mother wailed loudly, but he knew his father must have nodded because he began to feel pressure on his arm. He gasped, feeling a slight pain surge through him, making a burning sensation. I'm going to die..Kido thought, feeling his conciousness drift away from him. His parents voice growing fainter and fainter. 

                      Delta's Story:

   "Good Job!" A boy with light brown hair that swooped in his face said loudly. He was running along a huge yard, barely anything else stretching around him. A younger boy was running further backwards, his arms stretched open to the beautiful pure blue sky. "I got it big brother!" The little boy shouted loudly. Delta ran foreword, picking his brother up in the air, swinging him around. Even though they both felt like they were going to fall, they both laughed loudly at each other. "That was so much fun!" The little boy said, his dark brown hair sticking up from the wind. Delta smiled a his younger brother, Riku. "Do you think mommy and daddy will want to play?" He asked in a high pitched voice. Delta looked down at the little boy, forcing a strong smile. "Maybe, but not today." He said slowly. His parents never payed them any attention, just worked them like slaves. "Let's go inside and draw!" Riku said obviously not knowing the fear and sadness in his brothers voice. He nodded, only wanting to make his brother happy. He walked after him, as Riku ran towards a huge two story run down house. Delta followed him and gulped nervously, feeling like a caged animal. Riku was already sitting on the wooden ground, scribbling on a white piece of people. "What are you drawing?" Delta asked, knealing down beside him. It was four stick figures, all holding hands and facing the sun. "Me, you and mommy and daddy." He said holding it up. Delta looked down, feeling tears form in his light green eyes. "Bubby?" Riku asked, as Delta avoided eye contact, hiding his tears quickly. 

                   Before he could reply to his brother, there was the loud sound of footsteps outside on the creaky old porch. Delta automatically scooted Riku behind him, trying not to look scared. Two figures walked in, stumbling slightly with whiskey bottles in their hands. "My house! It's awful!" A lady with a thin face said, looking around wide eyed. Her dress was crooked, showing she's been messing around with guys. The other man was a little taller then her, with a suit on his face always looked like it would be stuck in a frown. The lady stumbled towards Delta, grabbing him by his arm. He grunted as her long nails dug into his arm. "You worthless excuse for a sun!" She shouted, before raising her small hand and slapping him across his pale face. Delta screamed in pain, and a huge red mark appeared on his skin. She pushed him to the ground before, walking towards Riku. He smiled hugely, looking down at her. He lifted up the picture, as Delta gasped helplessly. "Who drew this?" She said, her voice trembling. Riku shrunk back, glancing over at his older brother. "I did." Delta said, standing on his feet. The mother glared at him hatred glowing in her dull brown eyes. "You...Brat." She said slowly. Delta backed up slowly, but to only be pressed against the wooden wall. His father appeared beside her, a metal bat clenched tightly in his hands. "Riku, go upstaires..." Delta begged softly, looking past them at his younger brother. Riku hesitated, looking at him with slight fear in his eyes. Delta went wide eyed as the bat sped towards his face. He screamed, seeing nothing but blackness for a moment. He landed on the wooden ground, spitting blood out. He looked up to see the bat crash down on him once more. 

                  "Delta!" His little brother yelled, as his father repeatedly smacked the bat against his brothers beaten up and bloody body. "Harder!" The mother screamed, but her voice sounded far away to Delta. He was breathing heavily, and his blood stained the wooden floor. His body ached, and he struggled to breathe. They both backed away, dropping the bloody bat beside him. Delta looked straight up at the ceiling, the image fading in and out. "Big brother..." Riku said, his footsteps echoing around Delta. He leaned over him, crying loudly. Delta looked up at him, tears streaming down his pale face. "Riku...Go get help...Run and go up town. The people up there will take you in." He said weakly. Riku cried loudly, grabbing his brothers bloody and limp hand. "Please...Get up big brother! We can go together!" Riku whined, tears streaming down his face. Delta touched his younger brothers face, feeling everything fade around him. "Riku, please...You got to be strong. I won't be here to hold your hand anymore. Just promise me, you'll be strong." He breathed before closing his eyes slowly.

                       Kanon's Story:

   "What a sweet boy." A weak voice said from below him. A boy was holding hands with a  young skinny women that layed in a hospital bed. He had given her a vase of roses, sitting on her night stand beside her bed. "Mom, when you get out here...I promise, we will go and visit the beach like you always wanted." He promised, giving her hand a squeeze. "Kanon, you know..." The women began, her dark green eyes burning into the boy. He gentle pressed his finger to her soft lips. "You don't know that, mom." He snapped, trying to keep his temper. He knew his mother didn't have long to live, but he wanted to be with her every step of the way. All he had left with his drunk father, and his older sister. "I raised you right...You have such a kind heart." His mother whispered, tears of joy flooding her pale face. The boy rested his face against her cold hand as she touched him reassuringly. His black bangs hung in his light brown eyes, and he was glad that they could hide his tears. Kanon wished he could stay like that forever, being beside his mom that was alone in the world. It all went down hill as she had gotten sick a couple months ago. He already knew she was getting worse, but he didn't want to admit it. "I need to go home and see if Naomi is ok." He said, letting her hand go. She looked at him and nodded slowly, before she let her hand slide off of him. He looked back over his shoulder, dreading that she had to watch him leave. He looked down and walked out quickly, the noises of the nurses and doctors muted as he walked out of the crowded hopsital. 

                    As he walked outside, he noticed how everything looked so dull. He walked along the cracked gray side walk, observing his black boots as he walked. There was barely any people outside this late at night. The coldness of the air chilled him to the bone, and he shivered heavily. The car horns of the city made him more aware of his surroundings. He veered down a dark alleyway, between a hair cuttery place and a coffee shop. He listened to the thudding of his shoes against the concreate pavement. He looked up as he saw a small white house on a thin layer of grass with houses in rows beside and behind it. He liked to think of it as a hidden neighbor hood. He stopped as he saw a drunk man stumbling down the staires, mumbling softly to himself. "Dad?" Kanon asked half suspicious and unsure if it was him. He looked up, his gray hair sticking up and he stumbled. "Kanon? Oh...Your back...I was hoping that you were gone." He said flatly. Kanon winced but didn't change his worried expression. His father never liked him, only because he was adopted when he was younger. "Where are you going?" He asked softly, standing in front of his father. "Away. I want to get out of this hell." He rasped, looking at him before stumbling again. "A-Away? You can't just leave me, mom and Naomi!" He shouted, feeling his anger rise. The dad snickered, not wanting to hear it. "There good as dead anyway. Your not in our family anyway...You never were." He said before struggling to push past him. Kanon stood there with a shocked expression on my face. "Get out of my way!" He shouted, shoving past him. Kanon opened his mouth to attempt to stop him, but the dad whipped out a gun, making him freeze in his spot. "Move." 

                 Kanon gasped, not knowing what to do as his father walked past him. "No!" Kanon yowled in dismay before lunging towards him. The father yanked free, before spinning around and hitting him in the face with the black gun. He stumbled backwards, tasting the blood in house mouth. He regained his balance and looked around. His father was gone... He bolted inside struggling to get up the staires. He swung open the door, screaming his sisters name. There wasn't a single answer. He walked through the house and gasped. He saw a outline of a limp body in the middle of the living room floor. "Naomi!" He screamed before knealing down beside her. There was a black gun in her hand, and blood was scattered everywhere. He held her close, her long brown hair matted in bright red blood. He closed his eyes, feeling tears run down his pale cheek. He jumped as his phone rang loudly. He slowly pulled it out, struggling to keep his voice steady. "H-Hello?" Kanon asked shakily, feeling his body tense up. "Yes..This is your mothers doctor. We wanted to tell you that were sorry for your lost. She died in her sleep." He explained, his voice sounding far away to Kanon. Kanon stared blankly ahead, letting his phone drop to the floor. Everyone....Gone and dead. He closed his eyes, feeling the never ending stream of tears. Without thinking, he grabbed the cold gun from his sisters limp hand. He slowly raised it, feeling his hands tremble. It was all to much for him...To much for him to handle. He closed his eyes letting his body relax, before pulling the trigger quickly. 

                     Reita's Story:

           He slowly opened his eyes, grunting as bright lights filled his vision. He heard the murming of nurses and doctors from around him. "How are you feeling,  Reita?" A male doctor asked from above him. Reita's vision came back to focus, and he slowly sat up. He winced as all wires connected to him tugged at his skin. "Where...Am I?" He asked softly, looking at the nurses and doctors. "You were in a coma for three years." He explained, his mustach twitching. I moved my limbs limply, trying to wake my body up. "Where's my family?" He asked, before leaping to his feet. He stared at the doctor through his blonde bangs that fell to the side. He sighed, not meeting Reita's light blue eyes. "They...Haven't been around." He explained, exchanging a look with all of the nurses. Reita stared at them, feeling his happiness decrease. "I want to see them..." He mumbled, clenching his fist. Without saying anything else, he yanked out all of the needles and IV's. He ignored the docotors protest as he ran out of the room. Nurses were only a blur as he raced past them, avoiding any contact with anyone. He spung open the doors and winced as rain poured down on him. He shuddered, only wearing a uniform gown. He looked around, as the cars whizzed past him futher up ahead. The only thought running through his head is that he had to find his parents... He ran across the wet and slippery pavement. He ran along the white side walk, his body feeling alive again. He enjoyed the breeze through his blonde bangs, and the feeling of the wind brushing against him steadily.

                    He stopped as he finally reached a neighborhood, rows of houses alined on either side of him. He looked around, resting his hands on his shaky knees. He gasped triumphantly as he remembered the familiar bright blue house, which was his. He stood in front of the small house, looking down at the side walk that lead to the white porch. He shakily walked up on the porch, excitemnent and nervousness bubbling inside him. He knocked on the door slowly, feeling his whole body tremble. The door swung open, and a women stood there with a white, dirty apron on. "Hello?" She asked softly. Reita smiled, and blinked in slight confusion as the lady stepped outside, puting her arms on her chest. "I-It's me." Reita stammered slowly. The women furrowed her eye brows together and let her long messy black hair down from her bun. "And...You are?" She asked making Reita stare at her. His own mother...She didn't remember him? He struggled to find the right words instead of wanting to scream that he was her son. "I'm...Reita. Your son." He said urgently. The women went wide eyed, and she stared at him for a long time. "We don't have a son." She said shaking her head. Reita gasped, feeling tears threaten to overflow his eyes. "B-But I am... I was in a coma for three years...Don't you remember?" He wailed, feeling his desperation increase. "Sorry...I don't know you." She said before slowly turning around and slamming the door in Reita's face. He stood there, looking at it in pure dismay. His parents...Don't remember him? He looked down slowly.

             He jumped as there was the sound of screaming and crashing from inside the house. "Mom! Dad!" He shouted before swinging open the door. The furniture was knocked over, and glass was shattered on the ground. He gasped and felt alarm race through him. "Mom! Dad!" He shouted once more, scouting the house. There was another scream, and he ran in the kitchen. His mother and father were pinned up against the corner of the wall, everything crashed and thrown on the ground. His mom looked at him wide eyed. "Y-You! You are part of this..." She said before sobbing loudly. He opened his mouth to tell her he wasn't, to be cut off by voices from behind him. Two men wearing all black with skii hats over their faces glared at him. "Get back and give us the money." One of the men said with a deep voice. His mom and dad hugged each other tightly. Reita glared and stood in front of them, clenching his fist. "Your not going to hurt these people." He snarled. They both looked at each other, before lunging at him. One of the men grabbed him by the arm, before throwing him against the kitchen table. Reita screamed in pain as the wood cut into his skin. He layed there and struggled to get up, his body aching. The other man was standing there with the gun aiming at them both. He went wide eyed before running towards them. Pain exploded into him as he dived in front of them, to only have the bullet cut through him. He landed with the loud thud, blood trickling out of his mouth. He layed there, not being able to talk. His mom screamed and knelt down to him. She was crying uncontrable, and he looked at them both, his vision going in then out. He felt his body go limp and the pain fading. At least he saved them.

                   Chiyu's Story:

       "You dork." A girl giggled from beside him. Chiyu laughed loudly, feeling a smile spread across his lips. He was sitting on his knees in front of a girl with long bright blonde hair was past her shoulders. Chiyu loved Zoey very much, more then he loved anyone else. She looked at him, resting her hands on her small wheel chair. "Why do you keep staring at me like that?" She asked softly. He chuckled, leaning foreword and a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear. "Because your perfect to me." He said, his dark brown bangs falling in his dark blue eyes. She blushed heavily, but smiled at her sweet boyfriend. He looked up as a doctor walked in. "Are you ready for your heart surgery?" He asked looking down at Zoey. She gulped, nodding slowly. Chiyu hugged her tightly, afraid of what might go wrong. "I'm scared..." She whispered in his ear. He smiled at her, his face inches away from her. "Your going to be ok." He said before letting the doctor wheel her out of the room. He sighed and sat back on his heels, letting his worry crash down on him like a wave. He held his chest as a sharp pain flooded through him. He shut his eyes tightly, holding his chest. His body trembled slightly, and pain shot down him like fire. He is very sick, even though he never told anyone. It only happens when he gets worked up about something...So he always tries and stay as positive and calm as possible. He sighed. Once the pain faded away, he stood up and went into the waiting room. His best friend, Kyo was sitting there. "Is she ok?" He asked, flipping his black bangs. 

               Chiyu sat down in the bright blue plastic seat beside him, sighing and leaning back. He slowly reached into his leather jacket, pulling out a small box. "What is that?" Kyo asked softly, looking at him. Chiyu smiled childishly and sheepishly, not wanting to tell him yet. "Once she gets out of surgery, I'm going to ask her to marry me." He explained happily. Kyo nodded slowly, before patting him on the shoulder. A couple hours later of impatiently waiting, the Zoey finally was wheeled out. She smiled slightly at her soon-to- be fiance. He ran over to her excitedly and hugged her. "Are you ok?" He asked softly. Zoey laughed as he observed her carefully. "Yes..." She said, even though her voice was drowisy. A couple minutes later, he gulped nervously. He pondered if he should ask her now, or later. "Chiyu..." She said softly, making him look up. Her light blue eyes gleamed at him, but there was a type of hidden emotion behind them. He scooted closer to her on his knees. "I need to tell you something..." She said slowly, avoiding my gaze. He nodded urgently, wanting to be there for her. "We need to break up." She whispered. Chiyu blinked, not knowing what to think. Break up? He looked down at the tiny dark blue fuzzy box. He slowly swallowed down his pain before slowly shoving it in his pocket once more. "Why? Is it something I did?" He asked slowly. She looked past him, making him look over his shoulder. Kyo slowly stood up, walking towards her. "Kyo? What's going on?" He asked, tears forming in his eyes. Kyo looked at him sharply. 

                    Kyo pressed his lips firmly against Zoey's. Chiyu gasped, feeling his whole world crumble apart. "I-I..." Chiyu began, feeling the warm tears stream down his pale face. Kyo and Zoey held hands, smiling carelessly at the broken hearted boy. "Sorry Chiyu, but I don't love you anymore." She said, making him blink away his tears. And just like that, he rolled her out of the hospital. Chiyu was frozen, looking at the white tile floor where the love of his life and best friend were before. He couldn't believe how much they hurt him....He stood up before running outside into the darkness. He blinked, struggling to find them. He ran up the road, not feeling any type of physical pain as he jogged for miles. The wind dried his tears that streamed down his face. He stopped as he finally saw them. They were standing on a curb, Kyo on one knee in front of her. Zoey gasped and squealed, before hugging him tightly. Chiyu opened his mouth to call out for her, but to only feel a sharp pain surge through him. He stumbled, feeling the world spin around him. He collasped on his knees, feeling his whole body shut down. He stared up at the clear sky, feeling blood stream down the side of his mouth. He glanced over to where they were walking away, leaving him.  He felt his body begin to relax, and he only thought about how this happened to him...He closed his eyes, everything black and becoming muted all at once.

                  * WELL. There you go ^^ How the boys died, pretty sad right? Please keep reading! I will make sure to keep up to date with this one)