Prologue

There are the relationships in which the people involved love and care for each other very much. They are there to nurture and protect one another, and this job they do willingly, for they possess the key emotion that is required : love.

Love makes the world go 'round. Not literally, of course, but with love present, it definitely helps. That way, when love replaces hate and cruelty, there is no pain, no hurt, no need for isolation. The love found in companionship brightens reality, and pulls people through harrowing life experiences. In this way, everything is shared with those that one cares about, the good times, the bad; the happy, the sad; the awesome and the terrible.

It is a known fact that those who are fortunate enough to have love live happy, long lives; they are fulfilling to the end, and it is with the most satisfied feeling that one can finally close their eyes and breathe their last breath, knowing how loved they were in this life.

There is also, for those who believe, the joy of reuniting with said loved ones in the great Paradise, however it may be for each person. The form this eternal Paradise takes on does not matter, for as long as one is with their friends, lovers, families...that truly is their own personal Paradise.

What then, of those who do not have love? Do they not get to share in life's experiences with anyone? Must they be alone, lonely, and be able to do nothing as they see others being happy with each other?

How must it feel, seeing the world around you so happy, and great sunshine beams and daisy fields everywhere, and all colours vibrant and pulsating, wondering what everything is like? If one is not able to see and hear and sense these things, and is forced to walk through a pale grey existence, then that feeling cannot be of loss. It cannot be of abandonment, nor anger, nor pity; for these things have never made themselves known to the people with no love.

Maybe there was love there at one point in life; perhaps so early on that it cannot be remembered, or it was an unrequited love, thereby being the most hurtful love of all. What can feel worse than loving someone with all your heart and soul, but they are unaware of your pining love for them?

It's true what they say, then.

Ignorance is bliss.

For the person does not feel the pain the giver does, as every day is spent in the hopes that one day, the love may be returned. Not in the lovers sense, necessarily. Just in the friendly love that grows between the best of friends and assures one another that yes, they are there, and yes, they can be trusted and can be depended on and do care. And these certainties are known by both parties, and it is a good thing.

Some people, like our male in question, is a drifter. He does not know love of any kind. He had once before, when he was young and didn't fully appreciate what the love was worth. He was foolish enough to think it would be around forever, and once it was ripped away, he let it go, still not fully knowing the importance of it.

A correction must be made: it was said he had no love; well, that in itself is a lie. He was loved by a few number of people, yet he was so unfamiliar with this emotion that he did not recognize it, and he assumed that it was just a comfortable neutrality between them.

There was one emotion he did know however, and it had been a powerful force all throughout his life, or at least as far back as he could remember, and it was hate.

Then again, he was familiar with fear, and loathing, and...those were just about it. He possessed the ability to understand and display hate, fear, and loathing. He certainly had come a long way in his 16 years of life.

Living where he did and with one man, who shall later be identified, it came as no surprise that he was the way he was: silent, a loner, cold, the Silent One. But a passion burned within him; a yearning, deep inside, to be recognized and the hope that the facade he put on would be stripped away by someone else, and he would be seen as he is.

He would not do it though; another would have to work at this, because he was so unsure, as much as he hated to admit it, and he knew he would require the aid of someone else if he wished to be freed from the miserable spiral that was his life.

The one being talked about is Kai Hiwatari. Of course. His life has not been easy; it has been void of life, love; it could barely be considered a life at all. Following is the tale of how he learns to live, thanks to one person. It talks about how he had been dead, no soul, no thanks to the person he resided with.

It is a tale of the Silent One, no longer silent.

TBC

That's the prologue, hope it seems interesting, please bear with me, the first chapter will be much better if any care to read it when I post it in like...1 hour.