Title: Darkness Eyes 
Pairings: YunJae/JaeHo 
Length: Prologue + /?
Author: heartoffire03 
Rating: PG 
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Angst 
Summary: One man's sadness can bring him his ultimate happiness.. 
Disclaimer: I don't own them. 

A/N: Argh. I know the title and summary sucks but I can't think of anything suitable at the moment. I'll change it once my brain starts to work once again okeys? Anyway....umm....this fic will be told in either Jae's or Yunho's POV - you'll have to guess but it's pretty obvious XD - for the most part because 1) I want it to and 2) for a muy importante reason which you guys won't find out until the end....HA! XD Well, that's all you have to know really....For now....XDD So I think I should shut up now and let you guys read! Here's the new fic, as promised.....^^ ENJOY !
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"Memories are what make up people's emotions..."
.:Prologue: Depressed, Deprived, Different:.

The playground was a child's picture of heaven. With the different paraphernalia's that seemed to look alluring at ones innocent eyes, with the delightful squeels of other children as they get swing high up on the air, tasting their first taste of euphoria as their little bellies flip within them, only to tighten their chubby hands against the chains as their still pure minds helplessly scramble to what they should make of the situation. Whether it was pain or pleasure, they still didn't know.

But then again, just as the saying goes, 'Nothing is perfect', there will always be something - or someone - that would be different, breaking the positive mood that, in this case, playgrounds radiated. Despite the overflowing joy that kids would feel, there was always someone who'd either look at the playground from afar and stop the urge to just run in there and enjoy himself or be in the playground but still feel somehow out of place and different.

I remembered being that one kid who'd do either of the two. Whether it was peering from the outside or being inside the playground and actually play the different toys, it didn't make a difference to me. When I was outside, I'd often let my eyes linger at the place, aching to just run free and sprint my way across the street and just barge in without a care, but I knew I couldn't do that. That sort of behaviour shown in public would resort in long and torturing hours of punishment, lecture and, worse to worse, prohibiton of free time outside. If that was to happen, I would kill myself; shortening the already short 30 minutes into naught was just maddening. I was a kid and not a robot, surely I have the right to enjoy my childhood its fullest right?

Aparently not. Especially if you were born into one of the most prestigous and richest family to ever walked this world. How unfortunate of me to be one of them.

Although, there were times when the elders would allow me to take a break and walk out of the estate and enter the other side of the wall, that caged me inside the prison/hell I considered as home, even for just a short period of time. I would always look forward to these things, it was a rare chance for someone like me to step out into the 'real-world' and to observe it as it is, not from a projected video that some commoner took. Despite this sort of 'freedom', as the elders called it, it would usually be shortlived as my cruel reality comes walking in to the picture once again in the form of black-suited men and women with ear and mouth pieces lodged against their ears where they constantly hush out directions and observations in codes too complicated for me to understand. How was I suppose to enjoy this free time out if I have at least a dozen bodyguards trailing and surrounding me? I would often ask them to leave me be and waste their time on something else. But I would always get the same monotone response,

"It's mandatory sir."

'Mandatory?' Since when did protecting a mere child like me manditory? Honestly, I thought they were taking things way far too serious for my liking. I wanted to be free of them, to be out into the world that I was so deprived of. To know the real essence of childhood and come out behind the piles of dust covered and age worn books I was forced to read. All of which were for my gold-paved future that the elders already smoothly planned out for me. Expecting me to walk it with ease and follow those godforsaken footsteps.

I looked up from where I was standing and cleared my throat, to catch the nameless bodyguard standing strictly next to me. Robotically turning around and looked down upon me, he slowly opened up his and inquired what I wanted.

"Yes sir?"

I gulped but managed to put a straight face on.

"Can I go over there?" I curtly nodded my head to gesture at the playground across the street from where we stood.

The bodyguard looked at me increadously for a split second, only to quickly change his facial expression back to the lifeless one.

"Pardon me sir but you know all to well that letting you go to that playground over there is against our protection code."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Everything was against their 'protection-code', especially the ones that concern me. Pulling my head back up, I lolled my eyes back onto the crowded playground and was taken aback when I saw another boy looking straight at me. I, being not used to direct eye contact, was unsure of what to do and so I scrambled to what to do next. Do I look back or do I instantly break my first eye contact? What to do, what to do? I blinked and raised my tiny fist to rub my eye, somehow expecting that everything was just some sort joke my eyes were playing at me. But when I peeled them open once more, the other boy was now waving a lithe, pale arm at me with such a warm and friendly matter. His dark and vivid ebony locks swayed to and fro as his body moved along with his waving arm. Surprised, I leaned over and continued to stare at the waving boy.

'Was he telling me to come over and play?'

Something bubbled within me. Anticaption? Maybe. I couldn't quite believe it. Some unknown stranger was waving friendly at me and was telling me to come over. Did he not know who I am? No, probably not. For that, I was greatly thankful for. People like him were the reason why I've been itching to get out of the estate, the backup reassurance my brain brought up on its own that there must be something out there that was much better than the life I was currently having.

"Sir." The bodyguard interrupted my thoughts. "We have to go."

I blinked and turned to the rude bodyguard. Before I could show any sort of harsh and unacceptable behavior, I sighed and resigned to the command my bodyguard forcefully informed me. I took one last look at the still waving boy across the street and fought the strongest urge to wave back at him for I was sure that the elders would not accept this sort of open behaviour. What they would've accepted though was the exact opposite of my initial instinct. It would probably be along the lines of: ignoring the kind, waving kid and just walk away. And the chilling thought of,

How dare he wave at a Jung. Especially towards Jung Yunho. Heir of the massive manufacturing business chain that controlled the major companies scattered all over the world.

Unfortunately, I was once again forced to do this and did exactly what I've been trained to do. Ignored the kid and walked silently away. Only to internally scream inside at myself for being such a cold and heartless young bastard I must've been like to the other kid. Oh what have the elders done to me?

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A/N: This is probably one of my most favorite pieces of literature I've ever written. What do you guys think of it? I have to go to sleep now since it's 2:00 AM and my mom is currently blowing my eardrums away >____< Please do comment, it's the first time I'm writing in this sort of way so I need some opinions ^^ I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ♥♥~

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