Chapter One: She's Not Coming Back

X wakes up to the sound of Y's voice, calling his name. He raises his head slowly, trying to take in his surroundings, and somehow, none of the images he's taken in made sense to him.

Doc, I think he's waking up...

Where on earth was he?

That's strange. We're already halfway through. Do you have the sedative with you?

X tried to rub sleep off of his eyes, but somehow, something inside him kept making him feel drowsy. His eyelids appeared heavy, and his surroundings were groggily playing around with his vision.

This early, Doctor?

It was all as if his only choice was to close his eyes.

It will be dangerous if he wakes up in the middle of the operation.

The sound of metal against metal brought him back a little. Again, he tried to look around and found clues. Upholstered chairs in rows and columns, strangers talking to one another at once, some ladies in uniform walking across the aisle with carts, an insane amount of bags lying by his feet, the window glass with which his head was rested to, and, of course, Y, who was sitting next to him, giving another of her famous lectures.

Now, he remembers. He was in a train heading to Kiloude with Y, and once again, they were in an argument, which consists of mostly Y talking, and X looking elsewhere, his lips pressed as firmly as the locks that held their bags sealed.

"...See, X?" Y was saying. "You're not even listening to me!"

The boy only blinked, his stare focused on the blurred images from his window, silently wondering to himself why the path to Kiloude must be this long.

"X!"

Still no reply.

The blonde girl sighed disdainfully as she took one of the bags off of X's side, and placed it on her lap.

"Okay, look, I'm sorry, alright?" she whispered, focusing her stare at the bag's latches, her fingers tracing its peculiar patterns aimlessly. "I didn't mean to shout... It's just that this day... This day is supposed to be important since I'm finally going to meet your old traveling friends." She bit her lips, and then sighed.

"Maybe it's the tension coming to me at full force." She gave X a sad glance. "I really want to make a good impression with them, since they've been the ones who treated you like family and gosh X, are you even listening?!"

She slammed her two hands against the bag's hard casing, earning her a few disapproving looks from their neighboring passengers. Y had to give them a silent apology before going back to her companion.

"X, please don't be like this... This is our fifth argument this week."

Still, X remained silent.

Y sighed as she strenuously tried to free herself from their excessive luggage (trying to appease your fiancée's friends, for Y, involves an unforgiving amount of gifts), and stands up, leaving the bag she was just cradling down on her chair.

It was then that X looks up.

"I need to go to the ladies' room..." Y explained.

"So go," X droned, transferring his gaze back to the window. He watched the pained expression in Y's face through her reflection before it disappeared as Y headed out.

He then followed her real body with his gaze, and called out:

"Make sure you hurry up! We're almost there!"

Y gestured that she will, and disappeared into the next car.

"Is that really him?"

X jolted for a minute before shrinking back to his seat.

"Well, he looks like him... I can't believe he's here."

"Nevermind that. I can't believe he's still alive."

X bit his lips as he prayed that those recognizing stares would leave him alone. He wanted nothing more than for that past to finally be annihilated for good.

Where was Y when he needed her presence to overpower his?

Fortunately for him, a disembodied voice finally announced that they have finally reached their destination, and was reminding everyone to not leave any of their belongings on board.

X gave a sigh of relief fixed his coat and reached out for the lone bag in front of him, heaved as he lifted it up to the empty chair beside him, walked to the aisle, picked up the bag again, and then let himself get lost in the stream of people on their way to the nearest exit.

It was great to be in Kiloude for the weekends. A great way to escape the unforgiving weather of Vaniville during this time of the year.

He wondered if his old friends were already there.

Obliteration will commence in three seconds.

X was about to step out of the doors when a force pushed him outside, making him fall to the ground, scattering his belongings everywhere.

The people only passed by him.

"What the...?"

"Get down!"

A hand grabbed his head and forced it down. Behind him, a loud sound of explosion came brushing forth, and he raised his head to see falling debris raining around the oblivious people.

Startlingly, not one of them seemed to mind.

X freed his head from the mysterious figure's hand and found that it belonged to Y, who peculiarly looked different all of a sudden. This Y looked almost as if she wasn't the one he was just with.

She looked older.

"Y...?"

Then a flash of red light blinded him, and when he turned his head, he saw that the train suddenly burst into flames, but, again, surprisingly, not one of the other passengers minded.

It was as if he was the only one seeing it.

"Come on, X, let's go." Older Y took him by the hand, and began leading his distraught being away from the burning train, but X broke away too immediately.

"Wait!" he cried. "Y might still be in there! I need to find her!" Then he tried to run back, but Older Y grabbed him, and began leading him away again.

"X, we have no time! We need to go!"

"No! Y is... My Y is..." He pulled away again.

"I'm not going without Y!"

"X!"

She grabbed him for the third time, and made him face her.

"Cry all you like, but face the truth: She's not coming back, X..."

The boy looked crushed.

Again, Older Y tried to lead him out of the scene, and X actually complied, his body as light as a corpse's. He watched Older Y's back as she made her way against the sea of people, and slowly, ever so slowly, the image of her began warping in X's head, and soon enough, he had no idea what on earth was happening.

The last thing he was able to hear before collapsing was Older Y's voice begging for him to stay.

Obliteration complete.

-END OF CHAPTER ONE-

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