Chapter 1
"starting clean"
Ysaerus Demochi sighed, walking through Radiant Garden. His spiky yellow hair swayed in the cool breeze. People calmly walked around, often stopping to strike up a conversation or to shop.
Or, at least, that's how Ysaerus remembers it.
Now, however, he was confined to a metallic wheelchair as he browsed through the shops, often thrusting his carefully placed arms on the wheels forward, making him move.
Eyes started at him as he passed by, making it hard for Ysaerus to hear what so many of them were bickering about.
If only the accident hadn't happened.
"I'm heading over to Radiant Garden," he had remembered telling Roxas a short while ago.
"I'll come with you," Roxas had said. Ysaerus had shaken his head in disapproval.
"I'm fine by myself."
"But you're in a wheelchair!"
"Which enables me to still move around! Besides, there may be a present in it for you, there may not. We'll just have to see if you'll let me go there alone."
Obviously, Roxas had given in; otherwise he would be attracting more stares.
Ysaerus just continued on, finally finding a store that had an item that might actually be useful and in his price range.
Jackpot.
As he wheeled over to the stand (it was across the square), he heard two people talking.
"Did you hear about the doctor? The one that healed all of his patients?"
"I heard that his patients got younger!"
Ysaerus made a face. Many times, he's found, the gossip was too insane to be true.
As he approached the stand, he had a feeling that someone was following him. Well, it was because the fact that when he passed the people, some of them didn't stop looking the way he was. He turned his head around just enough to see a person in a black cloak. He was unable to see their face from under their hood.
He quickly turned the wheelchair around, facing the person in the cloak.
"Who are you?" Ysaerus asked. The person just stared, and then finally spoke.
"You've changed, Ysaerus," a feminine voice said.
"How do you know my name?" he asked. "Tell me!" But she said nothing, vanishing without a trace. Ysaerus growled, turning back around to face the merchant. "I'd like to buy that," he said to the merchant, pointing at an object and fishing munny out of his pocket. People stared at him, but he just ignored them.
He didn't care what they thought.
A scream burst out from the center as numerous small creatures came out of nowhere, all looking different in one way or another. Ysaerus yanked his necklace off, sighing.
It was a fairly normal necklace, and at the end of it was a small pitch-black claymore. He poked himself in the finger with one of the edges, causing a speck of blood to come out. He grinned as the claymore grew until it was life size.
"It's time to take care of business," he muttered, and the claymore started to levitate. It pierced through the air, cutting through the creature like tissue paper. The creature fell to the ground, bleeding. Finally, it went through the ground, leaving the bloody claymore clattering on the ground. The claymore then flew back into Ysaerus's hand. He smirked, as the creatures looked his way. They stared at him, and then vanished, leaving Ysaerus confused.