AN: This is kind of a one shot thing, it'll get longer...I hope to have positive feedback form this as its the first time that I've tried to publish anything on here that isn't full of grammar and spelling mistakes. So I hope you guys enjoy "Prelude". Also I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Prelude: Memory of a Fallen Wish
It all started when I saw the pools of blue. Perfect and deep, hidden away behind desert sand colored hair. The depth to the pools was incredible, they seemed distant and unfeeling. Something about them made me feel different…I wanted to reach out and touch them. I wanted to pull the small frame closer and hold it. Delicate, like a small flower, I wanted to protect it...
The building passed by at a moderate pace as the dull rocking of the train kept in tempo with his thoughts. Acidic green eyes against pale skin stared aimlessly out the window. Their breath, left fog prints on the cool glass, a tiny strand of hair stuck to their face as they sat up and rubbed their face. Two upside down purple tear drops could be seen against the pale background. Red spikes fell forward slightly as the train slowed and the figure rose up. Tall and kind of lanky, the young man of no more than seventeen picked up a ragged messenger bag. The bag had an odd design on it, the roman numerals VIII were stitched into it the fabric with a small flaming pinwheel, that resembled a chakram embroidered the back. The young man slung it over his body as he stepped off the train dressed in a wine red dress shirt that was unbuttoned by about three buttons. A lose black tie hung around his neck, his pants were torn slightly at the knee and had various patches sewn into them. They were a dark almost black denim pant with a small silver chain hanging off them. The young boy stood in the loading dock looking around before heading up to the surface. As he rose up from the subway system he was greeted by a blazing setting sun on a rather warm spring day. Raising a hand up he blacked the sun as his eyes adjusted to the light. Continuing on ward he wondered the streets aimlessly until he stumbled upon a school ground. Looking through the chain linked fence he saw that some students were still there, practicing tirelessly. He paused only briefly as he watched them, but then his gaze shifted, he noticed someone standing not too far away from him. Looking at them he wondered what they were doing there. All the other young male did was stand there, his fingers intertwined with the fence. His gaze seemed lonely and distant, what the boy was looking at, he will never know. The younger looking male could have been no more than fifteen and his desert sand colored hair stood up in an odd angle. Pulling away from the fence the younger boy looked at him and began to walk toward him. The red head looked on in wonder meant as he came closer. The younger boy brushed by him, he smelled heavily of alcohol and cigarettes. Looking closer up at him the red head could see bruises on him. The red head turned and watched as the boy walked away. He wanted to run after him but instead he just stood there and let him go. Something inside him told him, that he should go but he couldn't get his body to move. Sighing he finally was able to move after some time had passed. Moving on he headed off on his own way, hoping to forget the boy…