A Cat, Narcolepsy, and a God
(Note: This story is NOT related to Digimon, but I enjoy playing around Koukuro and Koushiro into other fandoms. I DON'T WANT ANYMORE MISCONCEPTIONS, THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY!!!!!!!!!! Also, the cover is a WIP.)
I hear shouts in the background... Head spinning in circles... Is this another attack of narcolepsy...?
Well, that's me.
I don't think there's anything special with my life. I live with my mother, and my father is in the hospital diagnosed with cancer. It's unfortunate that we don't have the money to pay for his surgery. So mother has gotten a job at a bakery, and because I'm only sixteen, I took on a whole burden of part-time jobs.
When I was born, I was born with a brother-which made us twins-and both of us were very weak. It's a miracle that I survived at all. My younger brother, however, died an hour after birth. I may have survived, but I was weaker than others, and I often get picked on.
Surviving gave me the life I needed to live-but I had narcolepsy. It disrupts a lot of activities I do.
After work one day, I stopped by a shrine and prayed for at least a stroke of good luck, no matter how small the portion was. Little did I know, someone actually heard it...
This story is rated T for some combat violence, a few coarse languages and minor sensualities.
Will contain shounen-ai in later chapters.