Alright, this is the begining of a new story that I just thought up of. The idea was, what if there was definitive proof that the Embryo exists in the form Easter and the Guardians thought it did. A wish was made, and the Heart's Egg semingly removed as payment.
Regardless, please enjoy this-short- chapter!
A mute seems to be a tempting target for bullies. After all, he can't tell anyone what happened, No one will believe him, and they think no one will notice as he doesn't have a voice, metaphorically speaking. When the mute student is also the only student in the school with any kind of disability, he has a target painted on his back, clear for everyone to see. And when the instructors don't protect him when the events are occurring right in front of them? Open season on the mute kid.
He also happens to be me. You can call me Squall, Squall Leonhart. Yes, that's my name. I thought it fitting, considering the fact that I look exactly like him, minus the iconic scar. My grandfather, the traditional jackass that he is, disowned me after my parents died in favor of my younger brother, who happens to not be disabled. His perfect grandchild, his heir, his greatest accomplishment. I no longer exist, my name taken from me in a court of law.
Would you believe me if I told you the prodigal son runs his own company, even if only by proxy? Our grandfather, Kazoumi Hoshina, officially owns the company, but the real power belongs to one Hikaru Ichinomiya. The damn thing is simply called "Easter." I don't think the kid is ready for it, but what do I know?
"Squall, it's time for school!" My best friend, Amu Hinamori. Her parents took me in soon after my name change; it was one of the happiest moments of my life. For now, I have to get to school. Hate to be late on the first day. I send her a text, very useful for me, and finish putting on my uniform. I hate this damn thing, but I suppose it could be worse. A glint catches my attention. The gift Amu gave me on our first anniversary of dating, the Revolver, sits in its display case. Yeah, we're dating. Nothing serious, though. We're young; we have our entire lives ahead of us. You should have seen her face when I asked her to be my girlfriend. I never knew a girl could blush that shade of red. Her parents approved, at least in part because I live with them and they can keep an eye on us all the time. That and they know me very well, having lived with them for the last seven years…Has it been that long?
Oh well, it's been so long, the wounds are mostly healed. Still, old wounds still leave their scars that may take time to fade completely. There is a time and a place for emotional pain and my time has passed. For now. Who knows what the future may hold. I'll admit, Amu and her family helped a lot.
Going downstairs, I meet my potential future in-laws, if Amu's Freudian slip meant anything. Damn, I love that girl. Which is funny, considering I shouldn't have the capacity to do that, as I don't have a Heart's Egg. Those without Heart's Eggs are supposed to be emotionless, cold, and distant. Then again, there are exceptions to every rule, or so the saying goes.
Sneaking a quick kiss from the pinkette, I gather my stuff and grab some bacon and toast. I leave a note, informing everyone that I was cooking tonight. No questions were asked, as my cooking prowess is rather well known in the neighborhood. I also manage to steal some of Amu's bacon, feeding her when she pouts. Is it wrong that I have difficulty telling her no and denying her when she pouts? Because I do, and I have no personal problem with that. Call me what you will, but I don't care. Love is a beautiful thing.
Alright, please tell me what you think of what I've written. It actually helps if I get advice and not simple praise. Praise and advice on what needs work, and even what was already praised,is also helpful. Thank you for reading, I hope to have more out soon!
Ta-ta!