hello guys. so i am having problems with writer block and shit so i remembered about a small project i was doing out of a whim. nothing impressive and probably won't have any action. just random thoughts and a lot of walking.

this is a world trigger fic which will be updated whenever i feel like and it will be just snippets of yuma and replica during some memorable nights.

hope you'll like it.

enjoy.

do not own world trigger.

Before meeting Osamu

Yuma was lying on his bed, arms behind his head and eyes wide open and bored as they stared at the ceiling. If he had been any other person, he would have fallen asleep a long time ago, but since it was him and his body was made out of Trion, he was no longer capable of sleeping.

After another long hour of staring he had given up and got up from the bed, pulling black shirt and pants before slipping out of the window and to the roof. He walked leisurely across the roofs; occasionally jumping from house to house and feeling the cool night breeze ruffle his already fluffy white hair. If anyone would have happened to spot him on the roofs, they would only be able to see a white hair shine as a halo around a black figure, as if the boy was the very essence of angelhood.

But Yuma didn't care for any potential passersby, eyes merely gazing at the big full white moon that seemed to be looming over him. It was a very unusual sight for the small humanoid neighbor since many of the countries he had been to have different colors for the moons or simply did not posses any, the sun illuminating a very soft light any time of day. He hopped over a small gap and stretched his arms wide.

A black material came out of his ring and formed a little round device with silver linings. Yuma didn't acknowledge the presence as he took deep breaths, red eyes glued to the moon and fingers reaching for it.

"You can't reach the moon, Yuma, it is further than any moon the other countries posses," The presence finally said after a moment of silence.

"Replica…" The white haired boy finally looked back at the floating Trion soldier, "It's so strange that the moon can have so much light. Is it perhaps another sun for the night only?"

"No," Replica answered, "It simply reflects the sun's light and the effect is doubled when the skies are absent from the sun's own light. What you see is simply a transition of light."

"Hmm…" Yuma shrugged and crossed his arms behind his head, mouth pursing to that of a duck. Replica regarded him for a long while before averting his attention to the moon.

"But I do seem to recall that Japanese people seem greatly fascinated by this moon, giving it stories and praises since ancient times."

"It can't do a thing except being a light at night, Replica," Yuma wondered, "Why would it require such admiration when the sun is much stronger? Japan is so strange…"

"Perhaps they think of beauty as something essential to be praised."

"Beauty, huh…?" Red eyes took in the image and a small smile graced his face, "I can see why people would like to have it. It's nice…"

It went quiet afterwards and soon after Yuma headed back to his room and slipped through the window onto his bed. He laid back on it, mirroring the position he was in before his little trip, and drowned himself in memories of his father and his many journeys, the different moons clashing with one another until Midden's moon came and blew away the others with its light.

Yeah... it was nice...