A/N: Hey, This is a little prologue based upon a loose plot bunny, depending on certain things is whether or not I continue it so if you want it to continue, just review below.
Enjoy reading (hopefully) ...
"Hey Hayner, what do you think lies beyond Twilight Town?" leaning back, Roxas gave the unfolding landscape a sweep with his gaze. Cerulean eyes were drawn forwards to where nothing but grass filled the void between train rails and the horizon.
"Well... From the looks of it grass." Hayner replied in an indulgent tone, fiddling with a blade of grass before throwing it back. Giving a huff, Roxas rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I know that but... Isn't it weird that even from Central Station that we can't really see anything but Twilight Town and the train rails?" Gesturing outwards, hands flailing to prove his point.
"Not really... My sense of adventure died when Olette mentioned summer homework." Both boys couldn't help but chuckle at that. If it wasn't for Olette neither of them would hand in any homework at all.
"Well, if you didn't always leave it to the last minute-"
"Yeah yeah, if we didn't leave it till the last minute then we would have more time to do the things we want. Heard it a million times." At Hayner's interruption, Olette gave the boy an angry pout as she huffed in frustration. Giving a small indulgent smile, Roxas turned back towards the train tracks below.
And there, he caught a glimpse of the ghost rain.
"It seems that tonight we will not be getting any rest." A gruff voice broke the tense silence.
"Is that surprising?" An ominous crackle accompanied his words and the two men peered upwards. A light pitter patter began spill from above.
"No no... not at all."
Rain rattled against the window, a somber crescendo of tears and wind that screamed natural fury. At this point, Roxas had curled himself amongst a cocoon of blankets, silently watching the evolving scene outside. Very rarely did it ever rain in Twilight Town, Roxas could count the few times it had with one hand. That wasn't what kept him preoccupied though. The mansion, the train... and the small girl that had talked to him...
What did she mean when she said I wasn't supposed to exist? Then what does that make me... a nobody? What does that even mean?!
He had earlier looked it up.
Nobody: a person of no importance or authority. The word, even as it wrenched his heart into oblivion and froze his limbs in a chamber of ice and fire, seemed familiar. As if he had heard that word been uttered like any common place noun. It rolled around his tongue like chunks of slime, inevitably retching from his mouth in disgust and anguish. Yet still, a familiar notion touched with cinders.
I don't want to be a nobody! I just want to hang out with Hayner, Pence and Olette and keep on watching the sunsets from the Clock Tower.
The rain, with its constant tapping, soothed his thoughts with its sweet lullaby, bringing him to greet darkness as if an old friend.