Wings of a butterfly

Prologue-Failing flight

I fell...

Everyone is becoming distant...

And my world is growing dark...

How did this happen?...

"Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We offer as sacrifice"

Oh yeah...

I took the shot for him...

Chapter 1 Spin your Chrysalis

I've always done it...

Even when we were little...

"Children, we have a new playmate." Said the dark haired woman, Matron was what the children called her. As the children in the small playroom turned their attention towards her she introduced a small light brunette boy. Though he was very nervous, the four year old boy stepped forward, his light blue eyes scanning the jittery orphans. "This is Irvine, everybody. He's new here so all of you introduce yourselves and make him feel at home. I'll be fixing lunch, all of you be good okay?" With that she left, left him to fend for himself against all who would find him as bait, like the last orphanage he went to.

But this time would be different, this time he wouldn't be left in the gutter, as was his promise to himself. He struck a wide smile, and straightened the overlarge cowboy hat that sat on his head, but faltered a bit when he saw that most of the children went back to what they were doing and looking for someone even mildly interested seemed a futile effort.

Sighing, the little cowboy went outside, it was too nice to stay inside anyway. Besides, he wasn't really interested in making friends today, he felt like exploring. It was nice and warm, not a cloud in the sky, it made the wild flowers that grew around the orphanage look pretty.

He heard giggles behind him and when he looked he saw two girls run out from the playroom and around the building, he wanted to ignore them but his curiosity got the best of him, and he follow. Going around the building he saw them disappear down a hill, running over he stopped when he saw a beach and an ocean, he stared in fascination. Even when he was on the boat coming over here he didn't seen such an awesome sight; the sunlight playing over the water as the waves rolled in and out, the glittering sand, and the lighthouse towering like a beacon. All of it seemed to come out of a movie, or maybe a romance novel, whatever those were.

It made the little cowboy want to run up and down the beach, or play in the sand. Something caught his sight, it was those two giggling girls, they had run down to the beach and were now playing in the sand. Irvine sighed, how could he ever hope to make friends here? He was pondering this when he was pushed pushed almost violently from behind, falling face first off the hill and into the sand, he blacked out when he hit.

"Is he alright?" Squeaked a soft voice.

"I TOLD you, he's gonna be fine. Besides he was the one in the way." Said another, slightly deeper, but still young.

"Yo! You were thhhee one who pusthed Sqwall." Said a high pitched almost girlie voice.

"Shut up, he awake." This voice made Irvine open his eyes, where they met a pair of deep ocean ones, the owner backed enough for him to see his face. He didn't get to study the boy due to the fact that some girl stuck her face in his. "Hi there!" She practically screamed, "My name is Selfie!" She grabbed the other girl next to her. "And this is Quisty!" She started pointing out the others that were there. "That's Zelly, and the one next to him is-"

"I can introduce myself." said the darker blond. "The name is Siefer, don't you forgot it." He sounded like a bully, and the Blondie next to him looked like the victim. Irvine didn't know whether or not to trust that one, Siefer that is.

The girl continued, straying his thoughts back to reality. "That's Siefy, he acts tough but he's as soft as my teddy." She said with a mile.

"Hey! I ain't no softy." He protested.

"Two 'No's' make a yes." She teased.

"Your lucky I don't hit girls." He began but she ignored him and turned her attention back to Irvine.

"The one right there is Squally, he's quiet but he's nice" Squall gave a nod hello, the little cowboy was about to reply when she interrupted again. "You dress funny. Are you new? How old are you? Whats your sign? Whats your name? Are you a... what did Matron call it? A... A mutt! Are you a mutt?" There was evidence that she could go on like that for hours until Zell's interruption. "Yo! Isth noth a mutth Selfie. Ith a muthe." Irvine could see a mouth full of braces, which would explain why his speech was strange.

Siefer hit Zell on the head, "It's called mute, dumby. Your a mutt."

"Ow! Nu-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"How am I a mutth?"

"Yer a chicken and a dork."

"I'm gonna thell Mathron!" Zell went to run but Quistis grabbed him. "Idiot! We'll all get into trouble for being down at the beach." She hissed at him, keeping a firm grip on his arm. "Well thell Siether tho sthop hitthin me!" Zell was on the verge of tears, Quistis turned to Siefer, the boy shrugged. "It ain't my fault he's a crybaby." She put her hands on hips and he looked away. "Fine, but I ain't apologizing."

"I think he's a mute." Stated Selfie, turning the gangs attention back to Irvine, who shook his head and said softly with a strong accent, "I's naught a mewt. Da names Irvine, weern't any a ya in da Pwayroom.?" At first everyone was quiet and blinking at him, he knew it was coming before it happened, and sure enough they all started to laugh.

"Teehee! You sound funny!" Selfie chirped.

"Yo! Thell me 'bouth ith." Hissed Zell.

"What was that? Haha. Do you have a squirrel in yer throat?" Howled Siefer.

Irvine didn't have to take this, not here, he wouldn't tolerate it and so he stood. "Shawdap awl 'o ya!" But they wouldn't and his accent got worse as his temper soured. "I's tawld(told) ya ter stopett(Stop it)!" They laughed harder and his ears got red in anger. "Fa'een(Fine)! Lawf(Laugh) awl ye' warn't(want)." Irvine ran off, angry tears burning in his eyes, his accent mixed with a speech impediment always made people make fun of him. He ran all the way to his room, closing the door behind him he jumped onto his bed and started to cry.

He didn't know how long he had been crying before he heard a small knock on the door, he threw a pillow at the door as he heard it open. "G-g-gow(go) Ahwaye(away)." He sobbed, "G-g-gow m-m-mawke(make) f-f-fonne(fun) 'o s-sumwon e-ewis(else)!"

"I don't care about the way you talk." Said a voice. The little cowboy looked at the owner, it was the dark brunette boy, Squall. "T-thawn w-waddaya warn't?" Squall walked over to the second bed and hopped onto it, as it creaked he said, "This is my room too."

Irvine looked away, he thought it was something else, didn't matter anyway. He heard the bed creak again and something was plopped onto his head, looking he saw it was his hat. He looked at Squall, who answered the unsaid question, "You left it at the beach." With that he rolled over and pulled the covers over him, leaving Irvine to stare for a moment before falling asleep himself. But before he could totally give in to the need of rest he heard his roommate mutter something, "I'll help you talk better."

You always returned the favor...

Okay, please tell me if I got them in character. Oh and I'm sorry for Zell's and Irvines bad 'accents'... yeah...