Extra Feather 1: The beginning...of trauma.

~Before the story began~

~Natsuo POV~

Walking towards the clearing I discovered when I was thirteen, I begin remembering how I met Shū and Ezra. Not the best of memories leading up to it, though the end result was worth the pain, but it's not like those two are gonna hear me say it. Nuh uh. Not happening.

The memory, I see, goes like this: When I was twelve, I remember one of many times I was lying battered and bleeding, on the brink of death, on the borders of New Moon Pack. I remember the faces of those that beat me. Beat me till I have broken bones and a broken will to boot. All because of what I am. A hybrid. I can felt unconsciousness calling me into it's embrace for all eternity but just as I'm about to accept my fate, I hear voices. I can't make out what they're saying exactly but I can make out that there is a sense of panick in one of them.

I don't get to ignore them for long as I soon hear the panicked one screaming in my ear; literally. I end up passing out with an oncoming headache.

When I awake, I find myself under the shelter of a tree. Looking around, I see no blood on the the floor. Meaning whoever helped me, moved me to another spot. I don't have to look far for my saviors. I really didn't ask for their help. I was better off dead. Besides, people just don't help you 'out of the goodness of their heart', there is always a catch. In my pack, they supposedly helped me for the monetary benefits from their superiors, though this wasn't told to me directly. I saw what was in it for them by sneaking and spying on them.

Let's just say after I confronted them, it was never so hospitable again. Their true colors were revealed, and everyone I thought cared turned out to be faking. They were some of the ones who beat me senseless. Great, right?

Anyway, I was skeptical the two boys infront of me. Seems stupid but kids have the potential to be just a vicious as adults. The one dressed in a black shirt, grey knee-length shorts and takkies having white hair and blue eyes, shakes his purple haired companion dressed in a white shirt, black jacket, blue jeans and black ankle boots. The purple haired one groans and questions why the white haired boy woke him, the said boy gesturing towards me. The purple haired boy glances at me, shocked before bolting towards me, going off about how happy he is that I'm fine. I stay silent, glaring at him. The white haired one returns the favor. I rudely asked what they wanted in return for helping me. Both looked shocked but the purple haired guy smiles after and says that they want nothing in return. I soon turn my back to them, thanking them one last time before leaving, not buying their cr*p one bit.

Regrettably I ended up in the same area, with the same boys always healing me. Feeling guilty for not thanking them properly, I answered a few questions, learning about them and in turn, them about me. I learnt of their names, Shū and Ezra. Their origins and eventually their pasts. They also learnt of mine. Without realizing I became close to them. I considered them friends. I never voiced it though. Besides, it was not like I needed to with Shū around. That idiot would've called me his friend all the same, and probably force me to stick by them by always clinging to me.

Honestly, I never expected to make friends with how I was. How I am. But they still stuck by me and for that I will risk everything to protect them. Thinking of them, another memory pops up.

Meeting the guys at the clearing, I arrived early. I lean against a tree, waiting. Few minutes later, I heard  approaching footsteps. Standing up straight, I turned in the direction of the footsteps only to be tackled into a hug by Shū. He whines about how he missed me and how much he cares and all that. I remained silent. At my silence, Shū looked up at me, pouting. I raised an eyebrow. He stood up and proceeded to bring his face closer to mine, saying, "I love you, Natsuo!"

Before his lips could even touch my skin, I hammer-fisted his head, making him crouch in pain. I yelled, "What the actual f*ck, man?!" I went off scolding him but stopped when I heard footsteps again. Ezra stepped out into the clearing, sighing and shaking his head at Shū. "Stop traumatizing the poor guy, would you?", Ezra asked. In response, Shū pouted and began defending himself, saying that he was just showing how much he cares.

That caused me to scold him, yelling about how to show that a person cares without all his over-clingy ways. Shū sulked, causing Ezra and I to cheer him up. That was the last overly clingy incident with Shū and to my greatest relief as well.

Even though Shū laid off on the expressive ways of affection towards Ezra and I, I still shiver in memory of the incident. That was the beginning of the trauma...

(A/N : When I say trauma, I mean it in a joking way. Keep in mind that Natsuo is not used to affection of any sort, so Shū obviously being too caring and affectionate around him would be highly uncomfortable, even if it a joking type of affection. And if that doesn't help or make much sense, in essence, Natsuo is being a drama queen XD 

Anyways thank you for reading My Angel, and keep safe ^_^)