Terra Reincarnated
By Himig
Summary: The 7th generation living on the terraformed Earth is plagued by terrorism. 16-year-old Terra Blue Silverkey, graduating, has a secret to become an astronaut. It totally did not involve psychic powers or the name Jomy Marquis Shin, until today.
Disclaimer: I do not own Terra e…else I'll get it DUBBED SO IT GETS LIMELIGHT.
Author's Note: …MORE TOWARD THE TERRA FICS YES.
This will be a multi-chaptered story. Expect plenty of short chapters, but also plot advancement. I will not dedicate a chapter for something stupid.
Warning: This will be the first time I'd have a bunch of OCs. Fear not; our favorite cast will be around, and they'll be the main. Just deal with Ocs. I trust these Ocs with mah life.
Terra Reincarnated
Chapter 1: Graduation Day
The school was seldom quiet.
The grounds of the school were empty. Vehicles rarely passed through the school zone. The streets were empty. There were no houses nearby. The buildings near the school were public places – currently empty.
The hallways of the school were empty. Light was there (coming through the glass windows). But sound wasn't.
Inside classrooms, they were empty. But aside from light, there were students and a teacher. There were desks, chairs, and papers on top of the desks – the great, grand paper of examination.
Terra Blue Silverkey was seldom quiet.
Even if he were in the confines of the four-cornered room, he cracked jokes and talked all day. Oh, yea he listened to lectures, especially during Math and Science. Science was his favorite subject; math was an obligatory subject forced upon each student. No qualms about that.
Perhaps this likeness for a subject aside from PE and Club (and dismissal) made him different from the common athletes and he was well-liked by teachers all the same. He was energetic and did some focus on academics, but sometimes he was trouble. The said trouble was always about that, that he…
Terra…or rather, Blue as what he preferred to be called was fifteen minutes early done. He wanted to look through the papers, but he didn't. He stared outside the window, near to his seat. He looked far beyond the sky and hoped he'd be there, so far away someday.
The bell rang. The legs of the table scratched the wooden floor. Blue was free to leave.
When Blue went out, the corridors were empty. He saw the bulletin board where scores and ranks from the examination were placed. Blue didn't know what to expect, but he first eyed at those above. His name was of course, not on the first rank. Some genius was reserved there, but to his surprise, he saw his name near the top fifteen.
"I passed!" he thought happily, smiling from ear to ear. He didn't just pass, but he reached top 15!
A teacher came up to him and congratulated him. "You did well, Terra."
Blue would have frowned at the name called, but he was dancing in glee, metaphorically. "Thank you, professor."
"It's time to say goodbye, but you don't have time for that."
Blue's eyes widened. His eyes were blue. This was where his middle name came from.
"Leave my family and friends?" he asked, scandalized. "No!"
"Now, Terra-"
"It's Blue!"
"You'll be the first to turn sixteen," the teacher pressed on. "It's time to grow up."
"No!" he yelled again, extremely angry. "I'm not leaving them behind!"
Blue fled, stomping at each of his step and running aimlessly. He reached the men's bathroom and took his time to regain his breath.
A gibberish word came out of his mouth when he sensed someone – not just a person, from the cubicle. He cautiously approached; his reflection on the mirror by the sink. When he reached the cubicle, it vanished. He knew nothing was there. In fact on normal standards, there was physically nothing there.
Blue abruptly glanced at the mirror and he ended up screaming.
He saw his own reflection and that somehow freaked him out.
Or maybe it was the call that keeps shouting his name.
"Blue, Blue! Terra!"
"IT'S BLUE!" he shouted back, frustrated.
"Jomy"
Blue raised his head and his eyesight became clearer. Two faces greeted his awakening, one with a particularly silvery, long hair and the other with the complete opposite, raven hair, shaggy and shoulder-length.
"I passed your paper already," Dessambre said.
Blue's eyes widened. "SHIT, I haven't written my name there yet!"
"Shit," Hajilee echoed, making a run for the paper. He gave it to Blue after a quick talk with the student arranging the papers. Blue scribbled his name fast and passed it. The three shared a sigh of relief.
Dessambre smiled weakly. "Sorry," she apologized. Blue blushed, seeing her appear as she should yet his knees felt weak.
"Did you write your name right?" Hajilee asked, smirking. "Or you wrote Sam's name again?"
Blue ignored him. "Let's meet up with Shirowe."
"Before he gets flocked for dates!" Dessambre giggled, girlishly smiling and skipping.
Hajilee patted the annoyed Blue in the back, who couldn't help but sigh.
In another classroom, Dessambre's words were too late. Shirowe's table was flocked by students, the female population excitedly talking. Competition was high, but Dessambre was the closest to Shirowe, being Blue's best friend (and perhaps more in Blue's eyes) and everyone knows Shirowe has taken interest in Blue the moment the genius transferred to the school.
Dessambre cut through the crowd, forcing jealous girls to dissipate. Dessambre felt proud at this. Shirowe was a dreamboy. He has a beautiful, smooth white skin, his face was mature but his sapphire eyes were kind and gentle. Beyond his physical appearance, it was known he was indeed like this. It was also adorable for the female population the way the bangs of his bright blond hair curtain his eyes. His hair was soft and was naturally spiky, giving him a more charming appeal. He was also 'cool' with the way his headphones were usually on his ears, yet he can still answer teachers during lectures.
Shirowe was also strong and athletic. He was Blue's rival. Blue didn't like Shirowe at first. After initial meetings, Blue became softer to Shirowe, at least, though Dessambre continued to be the bridge between the two.
"How was the exam?" Dessambre asked.
Shirowe adjusted the sound penetration of his earphones so he could hear outside noise. The earphones were very useful. No one knows for sure if he were listening or not because of his earphones. They thought he had the sound penetration of the earphones open because he would casually respond to them, but the truth was he was just pretending.
"It was pretty hard," he said honestly, smiling.
Dessambre's smile glittered. "Yea. I gave up in the items ninety and above already!"
"I was honestly tempted to just guess halfway through," Shirowe said, chuckling.
"And you'll still reach rank 1, anyway!" Blue said loudly, pretending to be upset.
Something in Shirowe's face brightened when he saw Blue. "Blue…"
Blue quirked an eyebrow. "Yea?"
Shirowe always did that, like he wanted to say more, but he spoke of a different subject. "How did it go?"
Blue shrugged. "It was boring…but okay."
Shirowe nodded. "As expected of Blue." He looked around. "Where's Hajilee?"
Dessambre did the same. "Haji went off?"
Blue used his cellphone and tried calling him. "That guy probably went run off for a date," he said after failing to reach him.
Dessambre's emerald eyes looked at the sun outside. "Let's go somewhere, then!"
"Finally going to get a haircut?" Blue asked sarcastically. Dessambre whipped her long blond hair at Blue's face in response. "Hey!"
"No," Dessambre said firmly. "It's pretty."
"It is," Shirowe nodded in agreement. "Dessambre has a pretty smile too, like a goddess."
Shirowe may or may not have missed the two blushing. Blue doing so in an upset manner.
The trio spent the rest of the day jumping through malls. They didn't buy many, only a couple of items for memories. When evening came, they settled to eat at a fast-food restaurant, Shirowe disliking the decision.
"It tastes the same…" Shirowe told Blue. Dessambre left after they ordered, saying she wanted to go back to a store to buy something quick. "But they're made differently. I like the food we eat that grows naturally from our soil."
Blue placed his chin on his hand and stared at the sports store across. "Natural food's everywhere, don't worry."
"I know," he said gently. "Earth's very nice."
Blue eyed at Shirowe. "That sounded very weird."
Shirowe laughed quietly. "It does? I guess in your generation, it does…"
"You don't talk like this when Sam or Haji are around."
There was a moment of silence. Shirowe's smile did not linger. He looked at Blue with such a serious look that it made Blue think of the genius as something different – like he wasn't Shirowe. Or maybe, this was the real Shirowe?
A waiter came and served their food, disrupting the atmosphere only a little.
Shirowe only ordered dessert. He took in a scoop of the crushed ice and some of the sweet milky flavored cream on top. "Why Blue?"
Shirowe frowned. He ordered fries while Dessambre's burger lay beside his softdrink. "What?" Shirowe leaned forward to dip a finger of his fries in Shirowe's ice cream, but Shirowe slapped his friend's hand away in such a subtle manner that people would wander why Blue frowned. "I thought you don't like artificial flavoring?" he whined.
"It's delicious," Shirowe answered, hiding a grin. Well, he has a soft spot to sweets. "Why do you prefer to be called 'Blue', Terra?"
Blue showed a sign of annoyance, either because he was called by the name or because Shirowe skillfully thwarted his plan again. "Terra sounds like a girl's name. And Blue's cool. It's my middle name, so it's the same."
"Just like synthetic and natural food." Shirowe shivered at the bite of the cold delicacy. It felt good, in a way. "Order your own food," Shirowe said at the pouting Blue.
"Stingy," he joked. "And hypocrite."
Shirowe laughed. "Haha. I wonder if you've always lived like this, Terra."
"Stop calling me that," Blue warned, leaning back and drinking the cup of softdrink. "And I've always been like this." Blue paused and saw Shirowe gawking at him. "What?"
"That's good to hear," Shirowe concluded, nodding.
"What's good to hear?" Blue asked, confused.
"Blue," Shirowe said. The way he did it, Blue shivered. Shirowe appeared so serious again. "I'm sorry for choosing you."
But the rest of his words were muffled by a loud explosion and series of screams and movement. Smoke began to emit from fallen debris and fire blazed at the floor above. Blue moved out of the restaurant and looked up to see suspicious people about.
"Blue, let's go!" Shirowe's voiced.
"SAM!" Blue yelled, but Shirowe pulled him away. "Sam!"
The two froze when they heard screams nearby and the clicking of guns.
"Get down!" a man holding a gun ordered. "And nobody move!"
But Blue didn't follow. He didn't move, but he remained there, standing.
"Am I…this scared?"
"You can feel it, too, can you?" Blue heard a voice reply in his head. "This man's intentions…"
"This voice—"
"I said GET DOWN!" the man roared, firing a shot.
There was another chorus of scream and crying. Blue's eyes shot to his side but only saw the reality of his dread.
"SHIROWE!" Blue cried out, trying to reach out for his falling friend – shot on the head.
"Detecting energy influx in coordinates 67, 60 in Kwezon."
A man standing by a high platform viewed the large digital screen in front. "A city? Energy status?"
"220 seconds until it reaches critical point! Energy level is leaving the safe zone rapidly."
"Turn on Sector B's energy bank to full."
"Sir, calculations have energy exceed the estimate!"
The man's eyes widened. "What? Any signs of tectonic pressure?"
"Negative. No energy is detected from the ground."
"Scan nearby sources!" The man tried not to sigh. For seven generations, the terraformed Earth have held onto their powers dormant. Its natural suppression was unknown, but it has its own powers as well. Earthquakes, tsunamis, cyclones – they've used these to keep Mother Nature in check in return.
When will humanity become adapt to change again?