Your name

All I want to know

is your name…

Blistering heat, the sun bearing down on the captives in the yard. Silence. Not one of them spoke as they tended to their work, the only sound being the tools they were using brushing against the ground. Some gardening, others sweeping the dirt. But, at least they were still alive. Some had lost hope, most of them had, actually. Including the young man near the fence. He was sweeping at the dirt on the ground with an emotionless face.

A dead face. Though his body still moved and oxygen filled his lungs with each breath, he might as well have been dead. His mother and sisters had been taken to a different camp; his father already taken away to the chambers. All he thought of were his sisters, for they were very young. He was sixteen, but his sisters were only twelve and eight. His mother… what about his mother? Was she still alive? Were his sisters?

Only a tiny flicker of hope lived on inside of this boy. And even then, it was only directed towards the wish that his sisters were still alive. Giving a miserable sigh, he looked longingly at the other side of the fence. There wasn't much there, honestly. A building or two, maybe three. Probably just hospitals and housing. But at least they have grass… the blond haired boy thought.

"Oi! You, over there!" Immediately, the blonde teenager knew the man was speaking to him. Quickly turning, he responded with a simple, "Yes sir?" before the man spoke once more, smirking as the words curled their way around his cruel tongue. "Move down the fence, swine. You have more to do." Said the man, and turned to leave, going to another prisoner and yelling at him before he threw the man down onto the ground and started kicking at him with evil laughter.

"Prisoner…" the boy said aloud. It fit, had a certain ring to it. That's what they were here. Prisoners, trapped by this fence. Gently, he laid his hand against the barrier, running his fingers against the metal as he walked down the fence, going back to his work. There wasn't really anything threatening, or special about the fence that kept them separated from the rest of the world. Only its' size. It must have been at least thirty, feet tall. The illusion of it was the thing stopping them. Such a tall fence seemed impossible to climb. And those who tried such a thing were captured and sent to their deaths.

The teenage boy shook his head, dispelling the thoughts of death and those that had pointlessly tried to escape. It was useless, hopeless on all levels. Those that had tried were fools, absolute idiots to think that they could succeed. Giving a sigh, the boy looked up as he heard the buzzer, signaling that it was time for what measly food they would be served. Dinner, what he would have called it at home. Here, it was barely enough to feed his sister her snack, whom always eaten little. But for some reason the buzzer sounded different for some reason...

Len bolted up in his bed, roused by the sound of his alarm clock. He stared at the wall for a moment before he fell back onto his bed, clutching a fistful of his sheets. Rolling over onto his side, he looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was time for the teenager to get up for school. Sighing, he threw his covers back and lazily climbed out of his bed. Bringing one hand up to his hair, he managed to get it into the tangled mass of blond locks and covered his mouth with the other as he gave a large yawn.

Sleepy, as usual. Always a night owl with this one. Still, he had school and needed to get dressed and prepare himself for the day. Walking over to his dresser, he grabbed the school uniform he was so used to wearing and yawned again. He grabbed the pants and pulled them on over his favorite boxers, which were incidentally covered with his favorite food, bananas.

Hearing some rustling from across the hall, he rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt on over his head. Giving another yawn, the blond teen grabbed his brush and combed the knots out of his hair, not that there were very many, but it still needed to be done. After finishing his hair, he yanked on his shoes, grabbed his tie and backpack, and then headed out his bedroom door.

His first stop was the living room, where he set his bag on the table to grab on his way out the door. Second stop was the bathroom. Upon walking in, he saw one of his sisters and laughed. "Hey Ami-chan. Let me use the bathroom, okay?" he asked and the brunette girl nodded and scampered down the hall, running into their twelve-year-old sister along the way. Tenshi laughed at their youngest sister at the age of eight. Len laughed at his sisters and walked into the bathroom, standing before the sink. He fixed a bit of his hair before grabbing his toothbrush. Wetting it and putting some toothpaste on the bristles, and began to brush.

As he brushed his teeth he pondered. Why did he keep having those weird dreams? His mom said it was only because in school they were talking about the holocaust, and since he had to write a big report on it, he kept falling asleep thinking about it, and it entered his dreams and placed him in a starring role. But that's what his mother thought. The eldest of his two younger sisters thought it was something more occult. But then again, she was the expert on weird stuff in their home.

Not that he minded. She could be as gothic and occult as she wanted, which she did, and he never minded one bit. Rinsing his brush, he wiped his mouth with the towel and left the bathroom, Ami running back in right behind him. He chuckled and walked down the hall to the kitchen. There, he saw his mother standing at the counter, making Ami's lunch. Smiling, he went over and grabbed a poptart and a bottle of water before saying goodbye to his mom and running into the living room, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder he opened the front door, calling out a goodbye to his sisters before he walked out into the warm summer morning.

If you wanted to get technical, it was still spring. But it was a very warm morning, making it feel as if summer had already arrived, which was perfectly fine with him. He liked summer and the freedom it held. No school, no homework, just time to spend with his friends and his mother and sisters. "Almost time for summer break." He reminded himself, smiling. He was excited. Only about another month before he would be free.

The blond teenager ripped open his pack of poptarts and took a big bite out of one of them with a smile. Strawberry poptarts were good, sure. But they needed to make banana ones. He'd eat those things like they were candy. A smile gracing his features, the boy walked along the streets towards his school. It didn't take him long to get there, he didn't live all that far. Once he arrived at the high school, he smiled at his friends as the waved him over to the little group that was forming outside, per usual.

Sadly, he didn't have as much time to talk with his friends as he would have liked. The bell rang soon after he got there, alerting them that they needed to head to class, and soon. They only have about three or four minutes between classes, so they needed to get there quickly. Waving goodbye, he walked towards his first class for the day, and one that he so often dreaded. History. Sure, it was interesting enough and the teacher was pretty funny, he just had issues trying to remember all of the people and dates. He always had trouble memorizing things. It was just how he was.

Making his way through the halls, he remembered the school he had gone to before this, with everybody going whichever way they needed, and some just standing in the middle of the hall, blocking the way for those who actually didn't skip class. It brought a smile to his face though. He was at a new school, a private school, and they had a specific way of doing things here and he got along well with the other kids, and none of them seemed too bad.

Reaching his classroom, he sauntered inside and over to his chair, taking a seat. There wasn't really anyone there just yet; they were all standing outside talking to each other, leaning against the lockers for support. Of course, that was one thing that never changed. Teenagers were teenagers. So he pulled out his textbook and began working on the warm-up that was written on the board.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw some of the girls walk in, those that actually didn't care for standing around for no reason, just waiting for the bell to ring again before rushing into the classroom. They dispersed and each went to their seats and they too, pulled out their books and began working as he other students came inside with the final bell ring and in walked the teacher.

"Good morning Mr. Sutcliff." They all said in unison, and the teacher replied with a greeting of his own. Now, normally Len would have paid better attention, but it seemed that there was a new girl today, following behind Mr. Sutcliff. She instantly caught his eye and he raised his chin off of his hand, where it had been resting and looked at her. She really was beautiful. Short blond hair, blue eyes almost like his own. In fact, if he hadn't known better - as well as the other students - he would have pegged her as his twin. But his expression didn't change as Mr. Sutcliff spoke again.

"Class, this is Miss Rin Oroshi." He said, and went on to say stuff about how they needed to welcome her, be nice to her, blah blah blah. All the things that teachers were obligated to say when introducing the new kid. It never changed. What did change, however, was that this new girl had to sit in the row in front of him, one seat over. As she took her seat, he gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Welcome to Kawia High." He said softly, and she just gave a little nod. Did she not talk? It was his first thought that she was mute, but when she just glanced away, he realized she was only shy.

Not surprising, considering this was her first day in this class, probably in this school. He smiled though. It was kind of…cute how she looked away all of a sudden. His eyes focused on the board for a while before he noticed her glancing around, taking in her surroundings. What was the word…acclimating. That's it, she was acclimating. But when her eyes found their way to him, he looked at her, blue eyes meeting blue in a silent moment before Len's dream returned and he looked out the window, him being the shy one now.

He could see out of the corner of her eye that she had turned towards the board, staring at it intently. That was just as well, he didn't need to get attached to some new girl. With as pretty as she was, she'd probably develop a crush on some jock, anyway. No need to be a prisoner in his own fantasy of puppy love. The word came too uneasily for him, and he whispered it softly, staring out the window.

"Prisoner…"