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Namassuki

A Long Time

Chapter 1

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Location: DESTINY ISLAND MAIN PARK.

Time: SIXTEEN YEARS AGO.

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course. I will return to this place someday if not today."

"Promise, Riku?"

"I promise, Sora."

"Don't break your promise…" Sora muttered as he buried his face onto Riku's chest. Riku smiled then pulled Sora from the back of his head and kissed his forehead.

"I won't."

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Location: DESTINY ISLAND PAOPU NEIGHBORHOOD.

Time: PRESENT.

A young boy around nine years old walked down the stairs of his daddy's house. He skipped two stairs at a time until he reached the ground and went to the kitchen to find his daddy was cooking breakfast. He grinned wide then approached his daddy from behind before he hugged him.

"Morning dad!"

"H-Hey! Be careful there, Syra," the man said to the young boy after he turned around. He had a spiky brown hair, beautiful hazy blue eyes and chubby pinkish cheeks. He was wearing a casual clothe with black trouser plus apron with dolphin picture on it. Meanwhile, the boy was much the same appearance like him but unlike the daddy, the boy had red color at the end of his spiky hair.

"Hehehehe. I'm hungry, dad," Syra said. His daddy smiled, ruffled his head then scooped his son. He put his son down on the chair before he returned to the counter and resumed his cooking. "What is today's breakfast, dad?" Syra asked.

"Just a plain baked egg and ham," his dad replied. Syra sighed. "Sorry Syra, our refrigerator is becoming empty. We have to save our budget until next month, honey."

"Aww, it's okay dad. I understand," Syra said. "At least I got to eat." His dad smiled at the last sentence.

"So, tomorrow will be your first day of school in High School. Are you excited?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I cannot wait to go to High School! I hope I will get so many friends!" Syra exclaimed. His dad chuckled.

"Of course you will," he said as he placed a plate of egg and ham before Syra. "And make sure you study hard. It's not everyday our island has a kid with 180 IQ."

"Don't worry, dad! I promise I will study hard!" Syra said, beamed.

"Don't…promise yet. You don't know what will happen along the way…" his dad said in sad tone. Syra detected it, looked at his daddy in concern. He knew his daddy did not like the word "promise" ever since he knew when. Whenever he or someone mentioned "promise", he will noticed his daddy's expression changed from normal to sad.

'Wonder why dad did not like to promise…maybe something happened in the past…' Syra thought like an adult.

Unlike any children in Destiny Island, Syra is a very special with a very high. He was able to solve any problems no other clever children could solve. When he was three years old, he was able to solve a question made by the Principal of Primary School. Then, at the age of five, he managed to answer questions made by High School Principal.

Due to this, the Ministry of Education had decided to transfer him from Primary School straight to the High School. However, his daddy disagreed because he was afraid bullies from High School might bully Syra until Syra turned nine years old.

In the end, his daddy had no choice but to let Syra go, considering Syra had confront him and asked him about the High School. Still, his daddy worried about Syra no matter how many times Syra coaxed him not to worry.

"Dad, aren't you going to eat your breakfast?" Syra asked when he noticed his daddy did not touch the food before him.

"Uh…later, honey," his daddy replied. Syra frowned.

"All right…you should eat, dad. It's not good for health if you skipped breakfast everyday," Syra said. His daddy sweatdropped.

"I will eat, honey," his daddy said.

"You should." Syra nodded. His daddy smiled weakly. Then, Syra finished his breakfast. "Oh! Look at the time! I'm late! I should go, dad! Don't want Duska to kick me!" Syra exclaimed as he dashed out of the kitchen to the entrance.

"Be careful out there!" His daddy shouted from the kitchen.

"I will!"

"And give my regards to Tidus and Wakka!"

"All-righty dad!" Syra closed the door, cutting the line of conversation between his daddy and him. His daddy sighed then looked down at his breakfast. A smile crept up his face as he thought of his son's concern towards his health and his heart could not help but to feel happy of having such an intelligent and over caring son.

Who would have thought someone as stupid as him had a very clever son.

He was never a very schoolchild before. All grades he had usually the lowest among the school. He managed to survive his school grades only thanks to his best friends, Tidus and Wakka plus another certain handsome boy he used to friend with. Because of his low grades, he did not get a fixed job. So far, he only became a cleaner in his son's school, waiter, and bartender until now, he became a secretary in High School thanks to his deceased wife.

He was grateful for his current job to his deceased wife, Syra's mother. He met Syra's mother when he was working as bartender ten years ago. Syra's mother was a teacher in High School. At first, they were friends but then, lovers and soon husband and wife. From their marriage, his wife gave him a son. He was very happy for having a first son, yet sadness happened because he had lost his wife at the same time.

Ring. Ring.

He snapped from his thought. He looked at the vibrating ring on the table in his living room. Sighing, he walked out of the kitchen into the living room then picked up the phone.

"Hello. Sora's speaking."

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Location: DESTINY ISLAND AIR-TRAIN STATION.

Time: PRESENTS.

"Hey Duska, are you sure he will come here?" Syra asked his reddish-haired friend.

"Of course! He did say in the letter that he will be transferred here," Duska said.

"Well, that's true. But have you seen him before?" Syra asked as he looked at Duska. He sweatdropped when he saw Duska's grim expression.

"No, I haven't," Duska said. He looked at Syra. "Didn't he send you any of his pictures?" he asked. Syra shook his head. "Don't tell me you have never bothered to ask for his picture…" Duska hissed. Syra chuckled nervously.

"Well, we were just penpal friend. I never thought he will be transferred here…" Syra said.

"H-How can you be so stupid, Syra? I thought you have 180 of IQ! Moron!" Duska said after he smacked the back of Syra's head then crossed his arms, frowning badly.

"Oww…" Syra rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I did send him my picture."

"Really? Cool then! Maybe he recognizes you from the picture!" Duska's bad mood is instantly gone. Syra sighed in tired. Suddenly, they heard a loud screech. They recognized what the sound was, so they went closer to the trails before them. In a second, a large white train passed before them and stopped expertly. "He's here! He's here! He's here!" Duska bounced happily.

Syra sweatdropped when everyone stared at his friend in awe and amaze. Yet, he ignored the entire look given by everyone towards his way. He knew all of them recognized him thanks to his highest IQ in the Island. At first, he was not used to all the stare, but as time passed by, he finally managed to live under stares and he was lucky when none of them hated him for his IQ.

'I wonder how he looks like…' Syra thought. He took out a small paper from inside his pocket then looked at the handwriting of his penpal he had been contacting since he was eight years old. His daddy never knew about his penpal before because he did not dare to tell his daddy about it. Even Duska told him not to tell anyone because he said he could befriended with a weird person.

In one year, Syra and his penpal sent letters to each other to talk about their life and hobbies. In one year too, he had been imagining the look of his friend. Judging from his ncie and smart handwriting, he could already imagine his oversea friend probably a perfect-type of person and could be as clever as him, though his handwriting was very messy.

The sound of screech snapped him out of his thought. He looked at the trails and found the train already gone. He looked at Duska to find his friend was looking around while muttering something under his breath. Smiling, he looked around too to look for his oversea friend. His only lead was the look in his imagination to search for his penpal.

"Hey, what's his name again?" Duska asked.

"Um…Vrile," Syra replied, still looking until his eyes fell upon a middle-aged man. He stared at the man who seemed to be talking with another middle-aged man. The man was like any other man around him, but what attracted Syra's eyes to him was his beautiful silky-look silver hair. And not only that, Syra saw the man's eyes. 'Aqua…the color of aqua…'

"Pst." Duska nudged Syra.

"H-Huh?" Syra looked at Duska. He blinked when Duska tilted his head repeatedly. "W-What?" Duska grunted. Forcefully, he grabbed Syra's head then turned to a side. Once again, Syra saw a very familiar color. 'Aqua…?' Syra blinked as he stared at a boy standing by his side.

The boy had beautiful aqua eyes and a ponytail silver hair. He was wearing a long white robe and black trouser underneath his robe. On the ground beside his foot was an average size of bag and a small black puppy who is wriggling its tail. One could see, the boy was not like any boy because he was more like gorgeous than handsome.

"Hello," the boy greeted him.

"H-Hello…" Syra seemed speechless.

"Can I ask you something?" The boy asked. Syra and Duska nodded. "Are you Syra?"

"…Y-Yes…?" Syra replied, wondering how the hell such a gorgeous boy knew his name. He found his face heating when the boy smiled beautifully.

"I have been waiting for this moment, Syra."

"H-Huh?" Syra blushed redder when the boy grabbed his hand and clutched it firmly.

"Nice to see you, Syra," the boy said. Syra blinked. "I'm Vrile."

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Note: I used "daddy" even in paragraph to indicate I was referring to Sora. No flame. No giving me writer's block.