The lurid clashing of the waves on the rocks and shores wasn't anything ominous at all, really. It was loud, but it always had that peace in it... that concord. That feel when you know there's nothing to worry about.

The silence drooping over the island was obvious, however. Despite the serene atmosphere, there was always this lurking silence. Like something was missing.

Even in that moment, Miles always wondered why he liked Sonic so much... as an idol, of course. Even when they accidentally met on that island, with their villain's compromise of emerald fields and animals, to chemical plants and badniks.

It wouldn't have been possible to 'save the world' again, if it hadn't been for Miles. That small, cute cub with orange-white twin tails. Despite the Tornado damaged in the last moment, 'that last moment' was always a chance for a repair. And so it did, adding a turbo boost to speed things up and catch up to Dr. Robotnik in case he decided to make an escape.

Sonic could fly a plane, but not as well as Tails. The kid's agility was somehow extremely flourished to him. It would open new abilities... The fox was an expert in machinery! With a useful friend like him.

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Useful, huh?

No. Screw it. I can't believe I'm writing this. I'm writing a story about us two, and it just can't work... I mean... Honestly, I have to do this my own way! I can't have an omniscient writer telling my story!

...Or is it a story? The way I see it, my time with Tails was short indeed... I mean, it's not like he died, of course! Maybe I should rephrase that...

It's just... it's only been a while since I first met him. When he followed me in that forest on West Side Island, I knew... That potential in his eyes... He really was lost. He was innocent... He was cute.

That's why I took him in as a friend. He was living with no-one. It's kind of hard to imagine a stray cub wandering around, curiously spying on 'tourists' of the island. He told me once that he's seen people here and there, sometimes arriving on the island by boat. I was the only one by plane, because who would land on an island that looks deserted? Well, me, of course. I was just doing my part to find a place to relax.

There was no denying no-one wouldn't take him in.

He DID tell me there were native animals on the island, and he lived with them. They always helped him out and cheered him up, and he always used to do these crazy inventions.

Of course, he felt sorrow when I told him I had to leave for my own spot. He kept insisting that I take him with me, but I was reluctant to. I mean, he had friends here, so why bother?

He trusted me more, apparently. I didn't want to question it anymore, but I was still curious about his friends here. Wouldn't he be sad for leaving them here, too? I was starting to think they would turn on him if he said he trusted me more than them in their faces. That's not a good sign of assertive communication... We always have that limit.

Here's what I think. Essentially, in his little world of his, I'm a big tough guy. And if someone got in his way, I would be there to save him.

I got no problem with that. I mean, we're practically brothers! I look out for him, as he does the same to me... but I don't want to be overprotective on him... It looks like he wants me to, considering he has no methods of standing up for himself.

I can deal with that, but I can't be there to save him every time... He needs to learn how to assert his ways... but is that really the right thing to do?

I shouldn't be thinking that right now. He's eight, for crying out loud! Maybe I should wait a little later. It's a bit biased, and I can't just ignore his cries for help. And I won't. Never.
I mean, sure, Dr. Robotnik gets in our case sometimes. It's quite annoying, yet very tiring. It feels like I can't keep beating him forever. I mean, when's that guy gonna give up? It honestly doesn't seem like anything's going to happen.

Let's not talk about that now. Let's talk about my best friend's behavior. The way he acts makes me smile, his childish antics that define him as even though he keeps his cool, he's always as silly as a small kid, tending to the aspects of curiosity and what have you. He was always stuck building machines, making inventions and trying to impress me with many cool things, not only utilities, but toys he made just for his entertainment. And I really liked his ego... his enthusiasm.

There was something that didn't fit the pages, however. Something odd that drifted away from my mind and I was distracted from it. It was that face. He would sometimes make this face either purposely or unconsciously as if he missed something. Something wandering out there, something important... And he was sad. I never asked him what's wrong, because I'm afraid of him getting mad or something. It was the weirdest feeling ever.

Even so, maybe I should have interfered, but I'm not the damn kid's father... Honestly... I don't feel like confronting him about it, but I should.

I look out the window, where a nice, clear view of the ocean met my eyes. It's still morning, and I can faintly hear the muffled sound of the mellow waves. I really really liked this kind of weather and scenery. This particular time in the morning, the shading, the trees... in this small island, everything is already peaceful.

Something on the shore was nagging my mind. It was Tails. He just stood there, staring at the sea. And it seems like he's been there for hours. One part of me is contemplating if he's getting worse day by day. It was very ominous. You can't compare peaceful with ominous, really.

And that's all he would do. Just stare, stare and stare. Even in the first week that I brought him here to South Island, he was happy and cheerful, as if he didn't have a care in the world... now it's just swinging. One hour, it's a happy mood. The next hour, a clouded emotion, and the next hour, it's staring. Staring. Staring. Something's really wrong with him, and I wonder if it's my fault... Agh, I need a vacation.

Regardless, the kid's an innocent cub. He was lonely (even with friends back at West Side Island). And I can still see it. He's happier, here with me.

...The only friend I ever had. It's him.