This is the first version of my story. It's a little more Ragnarok-based, but it's an almost totally original fic. If you want the second, improved version, here's the link:

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Just replace "(dot)" with a "."

It's told from Yoshiro's perspective, and it contains more poems and songs.

I dedicate this story to Angelica Bonuan, who touched my life and loved me for me.

CHAPTER 1: HOMECOMING

Kuroya Yoshiro was walking through Sograt Desert. He was wearing a cowboy hat, a long brown coat, a bandanna around his neck, and his Eagle Eye glasses. He still had his six shooters and he looked pretty much the same. His hair was still shoulder-length and tied in a ponytail and he still wore black gloves

Four years ago his and his friends' names were cleared. After their names were cleared, the Four Outlaws went their separate ways. Senzo served in Prontera Castle as King Tristan's Bodyguard, Suzuka went to live in a faraway forest where she could train her soul linking, and Haru went to Alberta Medical to teach young merchants the science of Alchemy.

Where did this leave Yoshiro? After four years of part-time work in Einbroch as a sharpshooting instructor, Yoshiro decided to visit his hometown of Cael to reconcile with his parents and if he could, visit Angel's grave. Cael was located deep in the Sograt Desert and it was protected by a natural wall; it was surrounded by sandstorms. Yoshiro was now at that very wall, shielding his eyes so that the sand won't get in them.

"I wonder how I'm gonna tell them?" Yoshiro asked himself out loud as he pushed against the blowing gritty winds. He doesn't know why, but when he's alone, he talks to himself.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, Yoshiro, your son. I guess you may have already heard of why I ran away seventeen years ago. I'm sorry... I'm here to say that I'm sorry... sorry that I ran away without telling you... sorry that you never saw me grow up..." said Yoshiro, rehearsing what he planned to say to his parents, "Yeah, that'll work..."

"Angel..." he thought, "I wonder how she is now? She's probably playing with the angels in heaven... Man! What the hell am I saying?!" Yoshiro was disgusted by his sudden melodramatic thoughts... "She died so young... because of me... I wonder what she would have looked like if she was still alive today?"

After an hour of walking, he was finally there. He saw the shop owners and the children, who were laughing and playing in the streets. The streets were bedecked with sand; soft sand.

"I'm home." He said, smiling.

He kept walking until he came by his school. There he saw, the schoolyard where he shot Angel. He had a sudden flashback...

It was an orange sunset. School had just finished and the little boy Yoshiro was sitting on the benches while his classmates played soccer. Suddenly, a girl about his age walked up to him. The girl had purple braided hair and a pleasant smile, she had yellow ochre eyes and she was wearing a pink blouse and a yellow dress. She wordlessly looked at him and sat down next to him.

"Hello..." said the girl

"Hi..."Yoshiro replied, "So... you're Angel?"

"Yes... did my friends... tell you anything...?"

"It's okay, I know... Zaint and Yoji already told me..." Yoshiro started blushing. Angel blushed as well.

"You're cute..." said Angel

"Wow... only my mother told me that until now." said Yoshiro.

They kept talking until it was time to go home...

The flashback skipped three days later. Yoshiro is standing in the schoolyard facing a bully his glasses were in his left hand and his right hand was in his shirt. The other kids in the schoolyard were watching the scene.

"You don't like my glasses?" Yoshiro asked the bully, "Fine!" He threw down his glasses.

He then pulled out a pistol from his shirt, "This is for treating me like trash!"

Then, a girl's voice called, "Yoro-kun, don't!"

BANG!

The kids in the schoolyard screamed as Yoshiro fired the gun. Blood spattered the school grounds. Yoshiro's heart was racing... he killed the bully... but it wasn't worth it! He killed a person...

Shaking, he bent down to pick up his glasses and as he put them back on, he realized the bully was still standing, though white with fear. Then he saw, the one whom the bullet had hit. It was a girl with purple hair... it was Angel.

Tears welled up Yoshiro's eyes as he saw Angel lying there on the ground, blood flowing out from the bullet wound in her heart. Panicking, Yoshiro ran, far away from the school grounds and was never seen in Cael again.

Until now...

"I should have just pointed dad's gun at my head!" Yoshiro thought, his heart aching with agonizing guilt. Trying to forget his mistake for now, he kept walking and eventually, he was in front of his old house.

"Okay, how do I do this?" he asked himself out loud, talking to himself once again, "Sure brings back memories..."

He was being pressured by his guilt and fear. "What would they say? What would they do? Would they tell me to leave? Would they slam the door in my face?" Yoshiro had a war waging in his head.

"Dammit, I need a drink!" he said, walking away from the house and towards a nearby pub.

He walks into the pub and sits on a table. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. Then he hears a young girl's voice behind him.

"What'll it be, sir?"

Not looking to see who was talking to him he said to the barmaid, "Two beers..."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"No, they're both for me..."

"You had a bad day, sir?"

Turning around to face the barmaid, "Look, it's none of your...!" Yoshiro stopped, his heart stopped as well as he saw the barmaid. He had purple hair a little below shoulder length and yellow ochre eyes. She was looking at him with a pleasant smile.

Yoshiro couldn't breathe. Could it be...?

"...Angel?"

-end of chapter

oo... spooky...

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-amielrox