A/N: *WARNING: LONG ASS AUTHOR'S NOTE AHEAD. DO READ IT, THOUGH. IT EXPLAINS SOME SHIT.*

Like, hi. So if anyone of you happened to stumble on the pile of shit that was my first, and currently deleted fanfiction , you may kinda know who I am. But if you were of the lucky ones that didn'tread it, you go, Glen CoCo, because it was a pile of, well, shit, as stated above. The reason I had deleted it in the first place was becuase I had kind of fallen out of love with MCL and had went on to work on other stuff fanfiction related, because To Catch a Butterfly (ew why the fuck did I name it that tho) hadn't really been read/reviewed all that much, and I hadn't read over it since freakin' March, I just like, deleted it. Then, five minutes afterward, I was like, "Hey. Haven't played MCL in a while. Might as well do that." Then I logged on, realized I had saved up a fucking thousand action points, and completed episodes 11-17. And then, after crying and making a fucking Deborah voodoo doll, I re-read TCB. And hated it. Hated my writing style, hated Aura's partial Mary Sue-ness, and above all, hated the way I had established her life leading up to thus far. And especially, I hated the way I had worded her and Ken(tin)'s relationship. This might have been due to Kentin being the one my Candy ran and balled her eyes out to over Giovanna Plowman's used tampon. Nonetheless, it really had me going, and it made me remember that at one point, I really liked writing TCB, and I really like the character's MCL has to offer. And even if I didn't in the beginning (I stopped writing To Catch a Butterfly around episode 2, and was Castiel crazy, and kind of hated Ken for his love for Candy), I really like Kentin, and totally dig the whole military brat thing, and was like, "Hey, you stupid fuck. Let's make this shit better."

Sooooo, I sat in front of my computer for three hours thinking of a more detailed and, excuse me, more better way to depict Aura, her personality, her past, and her relationship with Ken. Because, if you read my failed attempt at a fanfiction prior to this, she basically just like, "Hey. This kid was there for me when my mom got fucking cancer, but he's SOOOO ANNOYING!"So I spent this last month or so repairing her character and creating a bit of a different story for her, and giving more attention to her childhood and how her and Ken remained so close. So hopefully, this can keep my attention for more than a month, and I'll actually appreciate my own writing.So yeah. If you're interested, read on and whatever. It'll be fluffy and cute and kinda romance-y, so if you have a Kentin fetish (*caugh caugh* like me) then you might just like this. Fair winds, internet dwellers!

The Past Unforgotten

Butterflies and Broken Crayons

He, despite the hardships he faced during his adolescence, looked back on his childhood with nothing but fondness in his eyes. Admittedly, he winced at the memories that were plagued with scrapped knees, bruised chins and tears. But he smiled when he thought of her, the girl who had unknowingly kept his chin up for the majority of his life.

He would never forget the day he had first saw her; her long, ash blonde braid swaying behind her as she pressed through the crowd, her mother's hand tight in her own. As soon as his hidden, forest green eyes passed over her, he stopped, and she did too. Her big, cloudy blue eyes narrowed, and she pulled her mother along the crowded hallway. He gulped. It was only his first day of grade school, and he already felt the unfamiliar, warm stirring in the pit of his gut, accompanied by the intensely hot flush of his rounded cheeks.

When his father had finally been able to guide him to Mrs. Elliot's large classroom, he felt his palms drench themselves in sweat. The desks where in sets of two, all of which were filled with the appointed children. Taking a quick, nervous once over, he saw the last empty desk in the very back of the brightly decorated classroom, and gulped hard as he tried to swallow the tight knot of anxiety that had formed in his throat.

The beautiful, doe-eyed girl from before was at the desk to the right, her floral-printed backpack dangling from the back of her chair.

She held her head high, any signs of fear void of her disposition. Her eyes gleamed with the undeniable desire for knowledge, her small, freckled hands clasped gently together on her desk. He remembered his teacher warmly taking his hand from his father's and guiding him to the small, beige desk as she asked the girl to introduce herself. Despite the scowl she had given him only fifteen minutes before, she turned to him with a soft smile, a single dimple appearing on her right, spotted cheek.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her strong, pale blue ones as she smiled, her mauve sundress dress pooling around her tanned knees. His jaw fell slightly when she returned the shyness in her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her pierced ear, a shining purple flower adorning her earlobe. "I'm Aura." It was so simple, but it made his toes involuntarily curl, nonetheless. He felt his teacher's kind hands as they nudged him forward before gingerly taking a place on the light blue plastic chair. She looked at him, expectantly, her brows almost narrowing at his silence.

"I-I'm… I'm Kentin L-Liam Matthews… but, you don't really have to call me the whole thing… Um. you can call me Ken! Call me Ken!" Kentin smiled as he saw her in his mind's eye, her long, brown lashes brushing her cheeks as she blinked owlishly at his response. He felt a band of hot, nervous perspiration form on his brow as she merely looked at him, her eyes reflecting the harsh light that illuminated the large, chatter-filled classroom.

And she smiled. A broad, sweet smile, accompanied by an airy giggle flowing her lips. He smiled, too, a rosy blush consuming his face and ears.

"Hey," She had said, taking a pristine box of crowns from her backpack before opening it. "My purple crayon broke. Can I have yours… " For a second, she placed her pointer finger on her chin in thought. "...please?" For some reason, he had the feeling that even if he had said no, it would have ended up in her possession, anyway. With a meek tug of the lips, he placed his purple crayon in the palm of her hand. Her warm, oceanic eyes gleamed as she placed it in the thin, cardboard box, the wide grin never leaving her freckled features.

"Thank you, Kentin Liam Matthews. Hey, your name is in alphabetical order; so is mine! My full name is Aura Marilyn Zander," She said, putting the stubborn strand of hair back behind her ear. With a small, joyous laugh, she added, "But, you don't have to say the whole thing, you know."

For the first time that day, he laughed too. And he'd never forget that day, not even a moment of it.

So yeah. This story will be told as if Aura and Kentin are looking back on their life and friendship, and will have about one or two chapters dedicated to each year they know each other. I remembered in the older version, Aura had stated that they had only known one another since fourth grade, but I wasn't too keen on that when re-writing it. As the sory progresses, you'll learn a little more about Aura and her family, not to mention Kentin's. Have a lovely day (or night, depending on where you are), and remember to give me advice for my writing and to review! Reviews make a baby angel panda get its wings, don't you know.