Left alone

Chapter 1

"Maka…?" The teenager whispered more to himself than anyone else really. He was pretty sure he was hallucinating. There was no way that Maka, his best friend from Elementary School, was actually standing in front of him right now. He hadn't seen her in years! And now, he was supposed to meet her casually walking through Death City?! Yeah, right…!

Well, either he was hallucinating or fate really was out to get him now.

"Soul?!"

Yup, second choice it is.

Elementary School…

One would expect that Elementary School in itself shouldn't be so bad, right? Most of the time everything was still fun and games. The most serious problem any normal student should encounter was your classmate having nicer crayons than you did or icky girls trying to paint your nails pink.

That wasn't the case for Soul Evans however.

The boy didn't even know anymore why he had asked his parents to go to a normal Elementary School instead of the private school his older brother had gone to. Probably because he had always hated the thought of becoming a second Wes like they apparently planned. But still, he had his doubts if his little act of defiance was really worth the daily humiliation because of his looks. (It's an entirely different question if it would've been any different in a private school…)

It wasn't his fault that he had the white hair of his mother, with the difference that his was untamable and spiky no matter what he did. Neither did he have any say in the matter of getting his father's piercing ruby red eyes. And don't even get him started on his stupid shark teeth, because he didn't even have the slightest idea who of his relatives was to blame for that failure. (Really, he wondered who else had to live with these amongst the rest of his perfect family when he wonders on a daily basis if anyone of them ever even got pimples…!)

All in all, he was a "monster" in the eyes of the other children.

Well, at least he got used to being called that relatively fast.

It did still get annoying after over a year now though. Couldn't they at least come up with something new? Something more… original?

With thoughts like these Soul left the class room for their lunch break which he was planning on spending under the apple tree near the fence like always. Upon arriving there though, he had to witness someone else sitting in his favorite spot with a book in their lap. A little girl nonetheless.

"What are you doing here? This is my spot." He told her none too gently.

"Well, I'm sure there's enough space for the both of us. I'm Maka by the way!" The brunette answered cheerily, apparently not even noticing his rough tone while holding out her hand for him to shake in greeting after getting up from her seat against the tree. Soul ignored the gesture though.

"Listen, I guess you're new here since you don't know yet, but if you don't want to be bullied by the others I advice you not to speak to me." He really didn't have any reason to dislike her. Quite the contrary actually, she seemed really nice and didn't even become scared at first sight of him. But it was exactly because of that that Soul didn't want her to lose her social life because of him.

"Why? Do you not like the others?" Maka asked innocently, looking towards the children playing tag a few yards away.

"No, that's not it. They don't like me!" He corrected quickly, hoping that if she left now the others wouldn't suspect anything yet. He really didn't want to be the reason a nice girl like her would have to suffer.

"And why don't they like you?"

"… What? I don't know! Probably because I look scary!" Soul almost shouted, gesturing towards his face with his right hand.

"Scary? You don't-" The girl started to say something but was rudely interrupted.

"Hey, monster!" Dang it! "Why are you bullying a little girl?! She didn't do anything to you, so stop yelling at her! She didn't even know what kind of monster you were!" A boy from his class came running over from their game, apparently having heard them talking, before taking the girl's arm and yanking her behind him. He advanced slowly towards the white-haired boy who stared back emotionlessly. Just as the red-haired boy had lifted his hands to shove Soul away, a shout was heard from behind him.

"Stop that, you bully!" It was Maka standing there defiantly with her arms crossed and a frown set on her face. "Don't hurt him! He didn't do anything to me, we were just talking! So leave him alone!" Both boys were dumbstruck at the girl's little speech. Soul because nobody had ever spoken up for him before and the red-head because nobody had ever dared opposing him before.

"And what if I don't?" The latter asked scoffing at Maka.

"Then-… Then I'll beat you to a pulp!" She declared proudly, puffing out her chest. Who was this stupid girl anyway, trying to fight a boy that was 5 inches taller and at least a year older than she was? He had to do something, if only to repay her for trying to defend him. As the boy from his class now cornered Maka, he spoke up.

"You're not honestly going to hit a girl, are you? How pathetic can you get?" He scoffed, staring him down again, this time with so much anger in his fiery gaze that the red-head turned tail and ran back to his friends, but not before shoving Soul to the ground in his run.

"Are you okay?" He heard Maka's voice in front of him as he tried to stand back up. His mother wouldn't be pleased at all that he got his clothes dirty.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The boy answered, taking the hand she offered him to get up. "Thanks…" He added quietly, his manners showing through the slightest bit, even if he didn't like it.

"That's good. And don't worry about it. I really don't like people like that. So what's your name?" Maka returned to her light-hearted self after having shown him that that side wasn't all this girl had to herself.

"I told you, you don't want to talk to me if you like having friends." Soul responded slowly getting frustrated with her stubborn attitude.

"And I already told you that I don't like people that bully others. And since I already got that boy just now angry, I probably won't be friends with any of them anyway. So how about we become friends instead?"

"Friends…?" Was she serious…? She actually wanted to be friends with him of all people?!

"Yup, so let's try again. Nice to meet you, I'm Maka. What's your name?" She asks as if she had heard his thoughts, holding out her hand for him to shake again. Only this time, he took it smiling at her, yet still slightly hesitant to show her his teeth.

"My name's… Soul."

Ever since that first encounter in second grade, the two children had decided on meeting up at exactly that spot during lunch break every day, seeing as they would never have any classes together since Maka was a grade under him. But that didn't stop them from becoming best friends, practically joined at the hip if it wasn't for school schedules and the like.

Soul had never thought that his first and best friend would actually be a girl, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to mind. It was probably partly thanks to Maka's not exactly girly attitude. She didn't really care what the others thought about her being friends with him either, since her classmates pretty much ignored her ever since they first met, just like she had predicted.

The young boy felt really bad about that though. No matter how much Maka assured him that it was alright and that she wouldn't have wanted to be friends with them anyway, he still felt guilty that she couldn't find normal friends because of him. The girl never listened to him when Soul voiced things like that though probably knowing just as well as he did that he didn't want her to leave him alone again after entering his life. So she didn't.

Maka was the first person (except the handful of nice family members) to not judge him because of his looks, the first to actually want to look at what kind of person he really was. And Soul was so very thankful to have met the little girl that fateful day.

"Good Morning, Soul!" A cheery voice greeted him once he was within sight of their spot. He didn't lift his eyes to respond though, instead plopping down next to her and leaning back against the tree as he greeted her back.

"Hey, Maka…" His words were almost a slur as his eyes drifted shut every few seconds before he forced them open again.

"What's wrong? You don't look so well…" Said girl asked worriedly, abandoning the adventure novel at hand to study his face. Dark circles under his almost shut eyes caught her gaze upon further inspection. "Are you not sleeping well?"

"Nothing's wrong... I'm just a little tired. My parents and I had a fight yesterday so I wanted to get out of the house for a couple of hours. When Wes found me it was already 11 PM, but I guess that's to be expected since he was the only one looking for me anyway." He told her. The events of the previous evening had exhausted him, not only physically but also emotionally. His father and mother had shouted at him for at least another 30 minutes after Wes had convinced him to come home with the lure that he would be able to sleep in his warm and comfy bed soon instead of in the alleyway he had chosen as a hiding spot. And of course the reason for their shouting wasn't them being worried or anything. No, they blamed him that Wes hadn't had time to practice playing his violin that night since the older brother wanted to go out look for him. Maka didn't need to be bothered by all that though. She knew the procedure anyway.

"Oh… I'm sorry…" She brought him back to the situation at hand with her almost whispered apology. The girl knew that the relationship to his parents wasn't exactly a topic he liked to talk about a lot, so she knew better than to ask any further questions. This wasn't the first time he had told her something like this.

"Nah, don't worry. Hey, can you wake me up when the bell rings? I think I'm gonna take a little nap now or I'll do so in class. And I know that Ms. Mjolnir doesn't like students sleeping through class at all."

"Urgh… Alright. I'll wake you up when class starts again." She sighed, shaking her head lightly, but turned back to her book while Soul slid down to the ground a little more to be more comfortable as he felt his eyes drop again. This time he let them.

"Thanks…" He mumbled through a yawn, not noticing his head lolling to the side to rest against Maka's arm.

"Soul, give me back my book! I wanted to read that!" Maka's furious voice rang throughout the playground behind their Elementary School as she chased after said white-haired boy who was easily dodging her attempts to get the object back on her own.

"Jeez, Maka, what is all this about? I don't understand anything written in this weird book!" Soul ignored her cries of protests as he tried to make sense of the confusing words in front of him.

"If you can't even understand it then just give it back to me, you idiot! My aunt gave it to me for my birthday!" She huffed, too exhausted to continue her attacks on him. He had the advantage of height either way, since he could just hold it over her head and out of reach if she got too close to his liking.

"Alright, alright, here you got it back…!" The boy calmed her down, tossing her the thick book a little more roughly than he had intended to. "I was just wondering what you were always reading. Excuse me for being curious about my best friend!" He snapped sarcastically, not realizing that this was the first time either of them had actually mentioned that they were best friends to each other. It already was pretty obvious of course, but this little extra bit of trust such a statement required from Soul to her made Maka's heart warm. "Erm… I mean, I-… uh… you-" He stammered, nervous about being the first to have to admit that she was this important to him, probably the most important person in his life, right after Wes.

"You're my best friend, too, Soul!" Maka told him, smiling happily to save him from the 'uncoolness' of stuttering. Just as the boy sighed with relief however, his thoughts were interrupted again. "MAKA CHOP!" The book he had just been holding over his head had been thrust at him with surprising accuracy, leaving an already forming bruise in its wake. "That's for taking away my book…!" Man, this girl was cruel…!

"Hey Soul, do you want to walk home with me today?" Maka asked him one lunch break, surprising him enough to choke on his orange juice pouch. Normally her mother would come and pick her up every day after school, even though it wasn't as far as his home. It was the same direction however, so the boy didn't bother asking why her mother wouldn't come and simply accepted with a nod before clearing his throat to answer verbally.

"Sure, why not?"

On the way home though, Maka's concerned, lip-gnawing expression created an almost uncomfortable silence between them. Soul wasn't entirely sure if it was really a wise choice to ask her about it, but curiosity killed the cat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Soul could only shrug when she flinched in surprise, before a confused expression took over her features. "You gotta admit usually you're the more talkative of the both of us… And you really don't look like everything's fine either…" He explained calmly, trying to hide his concern to maintain his 'cool' image.

"Oh, eh, no, really, nothing's wrong at all! I was just thinking about… homework!" The fake cheery smile on her face was really painful to watch.

"Then why have you been standing here in front of your house for ten minutes now without going in? It looks to me as if you're trying to buy time…" He observed her face as the smile slipped off, only to be replaced by a tight frown as she lowered her gaze.

"I… I just… I just don't want to go home yet…" As he noticed the slightly wet glistening in her eyes, Soul was quick to answer her. He just couldn't handle to see her cry, to the point where he was afraid of her tears.

"Then why don't you come with me to my place for a little and then you can tell me what's going on there? My mom can call yours to tell you where you are, okay?" He tried to calm her down desperately.

"My mom's…" At his questioning gaze Maka forced herself to continue. "M-my mom's gone…"

"… What?"

"M-my parents got… officially *hic* d-divorced last weekend… and so I'm living with… *hic* with my dad now. My *hic* m-mom went somewhere, b-but… no one knows *hic* w-where exactly she is…" Her silent sobs now turned into heart-wrenching crying and Soul was kind of panicked about what he was supposed to do. He hated seeing her cry.

"C'mon, let's go to my place for now. I'll make you a nice hot chocolate, alright?" He offered as he noticed that her hands were freezing while he made to hold one of them to get her to move with him.

"Are you really going to make it?" She asked a little doubtfully, as she allowed herself to smile a little as she noticed how concerned her best friend was about her. It felt so good to know that there was someone offering a shoulder to cry on (even if he hated it when she did that). Still, she was a little worried about his offer since he had first told her that he couldn't boil water to save his life.

"Hey, believe it or not, but my hot chocolate is the best there is!" He claimed light-heartedly, squeezing her hand a little as they started to walk the rest of the way to his home where he proceeded to convince Maka that if anything, his hot chocolate was totally worth all of his boasting. He didn't push her any further on the subject of her parents' divorce, instead focusing on cheering her up.

That's what best friends were for after all.

It was really weird how… weird it felt when Maka didn't spend her lunch break with him by the apple tree.

Soul didn't hold it against her though since he had gotten a call from her yesterday to tell him that she wouldn't be able to come to school today. She'd caught a cold.

And of course Soul felt worried about her, being forced to stay home alone since her idiot of a father had to go to work. So that's why he had decided to visit her after school and at least cheer her up a little. His best friend had been kind of down for a few days, probably due to the already developing fever that had blurred her concentration quite a bit.

As he rang the doorbell, he really hoped that Maka hadn't been sleeping at the time. The boy would've felt even worse for her if he had not only disturbed her while she was sick and maybe not even able to walk all the way to the door by herself but also woken her up from the rest she needed to actually get better. A cough on the other side of the door while she was fighting with the key told him that at least she hadn't been asleep. She wouldn't have made it to the door that quickly.

"Hey, Soul!" The girl greeted him cheerily as the door finally swung open, dressed in her pajamas and fluffy socks to keep her feet warm. Her cheeks and forehead were slightly flushed because of her fever and her nose looked to be running, but other than that she was her usual cheerful self.

"Hey there, Maka." He answered smiling with relief as he noticed that there was no real reason for him to have worried about her as much as he did.

"C'mon, you better get out of the cold or else you'll catch something too." Maka directed him to get inside as she noticed that he was shivering a bit. (Soul reasoned that his shivering wasn't entirely caused by the weather alone, but first and foremost by the snowball a guy from his class had shoved underneath his shirt after school.)

"So… how are you feeling?" The boy asked a little awkwardly, looking around. The TV in the living room next to the front door was turned on to some documentary or something and there was a tissue spender as well as a nearly empty cup of what he assumed to be tea. He guessed if she was good to watch TV she was good enough to deal with his normal attitude. Soul really hated to have to walk on egg shells around people, usually being pretty blunt about anything and everything he had on his mind.

"Oh, I probably look worse than I feel. It was a lot worse yesterday and this morning though, so my dad forbade me from going to school." As much as Soul hated to admit it, but Spirit had been right in at least this one decision in his life. "My nose is still a little runny and my throat hurts a little, but the fever has been gone for a few hours now, so I hope I can come to school again tomorrow."

"You know, if your throat still hurts, why don't you let me do most of the talking, okay?" As the girl nodded, sipping the last of the liquid in her cup, he continued. "Your form teacher, eh…"

"Ms. Nygus" She offered.

"Yeah, that lady. She gave me the homework you're supposed to do until Thursday since I told her during PE that I'd be visiting you." Soul explained, pulling the two work sheets out of his bag and handing them to her. Actually, he had specifically asked her to give him his best friend's homework since he knew how much it meant to her to always be at the top of her class. Maka was just a little nerd like that.

"Oh, thanks! I was wondering if I'd have to ask that one girl that at least doesn't seem to officially hate me!" The way her eyes lit up as she thanked him distracted him slightly, before he was brought back to reality by the rest of her sentence. He was still feeling guilty that this cheerful little girl in front of him was denied a normal school life, just because she had been sitting under the wrong tree on her first day and had gotten mixed up with him and his lonesome as a consequence.

"No problem." He replied instead slightly down-hearted as he watched her prepare another cup of tea for herself. His mind was quickly taken off of the guilt though as the two children watched TV together, making jokes and having fun before Maka's dad came home an hour and a half later.

Well, it wasn't much of a 'coming home' but rather a 'sprinting home' because the man 'was so worried about his cute little angel!' while Soul was pretty much thrown out of the house without even being able to tell her good bye.

The next day, Soul was missing from school.

He'd caught her cold…

Yup, they were as close as friends could be.

Sometimes he had to wonder though if 'friends' was really all they were to each other… That thought especially had him troubled after he caught himself staring at her more than once while she was immersed in some book or another she had brought to school that day. The way her gaze was focused on the words in front of her, her bangs falling over her eyes, her nose scrunching up when she apparently got stuck on a word she didn't understand…

Soon Soul came to the (embarrassing) conclusion that he may have developed a slight, no tiny, little crush on his best friend. So what? She was nice and easy to talk to and… kinda cute, okay?!

He didn't do anything about it however. It would've been totally uncool. (Or that's what he told himself.)

The white-haired boy never could quite decide if he would've still gotten this close to her, had he known what was to come.

It had been the beginning of spring break two years after their first meeting.

Soul was feeling bored in his stuffy home all on his own since his parents were busy and not interested in him anyway – as always – Wes had gone to visit a friend of his a few days ago and the only other person in the household was the cook, a woman in her late twenties called Julia who unfortunately didn't seem to understand when he told her to stop calling him "Young Master Soul". Actually, she didn't seem to understand much of anything he was saying since she had come to the States only two years before and her English skills were still lacking quite a bit of effort. (Still, her food was heavenly, especially considering that his family wasn't really all that talented in the kitchen department…)

So the boy decided to ask Maka if she had time to meet up with him.

Quickly dialing the only telephone number he knew by heart (excluding his own), he waited patiently for either Maka's cheery or her father's rougher voice to pick up.

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

"This is the automatic mailbox of the number: XXXX XXX XX XXX X You may leave a voice mail-"

Soul hung up. That was odd. Why weren't they home? Well, he guessed Maka had just forgotten to tell him about a trip to visit some relatives or something.

… Back to cartoons it is.

The next day he tried again to see if Maka was home this time, with the same result as the day before.

Actually, he tried on a daily basis for the next three days, even at different times. Still, all Soul ever got was voice mail.

So he decided to check up on her home personally. Maka would've told him if she was gone the entire break for sure. What if he had somehow upset her and now she was so angry that she wouldn't pick up the phone? Spirit would site with her under any circumstances, so there was no help to be expected from the overprotective father of his best friend either. Or what if she was sick and alone at home again, while her bastard of a dad was prancing around with women?

With new vigor, the white-haired boy swung himself onto his orange-colored bicycle and made for the familiar two story house Maka and her dad inhabited-

… Or maybe not.

Soul blinked twice and rubbed his eyes, hell, he even pinched himself in the arm to make sure that he wasn't merely imagining things now of all times. He didn't.

Right there in the window next to the front door he could read the words he wanted to read least:

TO BE SOLD
In case of interest call: XXXX XXX XX XXX X

This couldn't be happening…!

No, wait; was he really at the right address?!

Dang it, there was just no mistaking the house he had visited so many times before. It even still had the name tag at the door! (He knew it was stupid to ring the doorbell but it had been a last ounce of hope for him. Of course, nobody opened the door…)

But why hadn't Maka told him about any of this? They were supposed to be best friends, damn it! You didn't hide the fact that you were moving from your best friend! It was so totally not cool!

As he drove back to his own home, rushing down the streets in anger at his best friend, he found himself promising to get Maka to explain herself to him once they got back to school in a few days.

Holidays had never felt as long before as this stupid spring break he had spent watching cartoons, being bored and watching even more cartoons… out of boredom! Everything was so boring, even though Soul really looked for a distraction to at least temporarily forget about the current problem. But of course he never quite managed to fully get immersed in the mindless dawdling of a damn sponge with a way too squeaky voice or some weird looking cat getting its ass handed to it by cockroaches.

All he really wanted to do was see Maka again to make sure that she was alright and all that jazz and to make her realize that it was so not cool to not tell him a word about moving away. Did she honestly think that he didn't care about her at all? Soul had thought she knew that she was his best (if not only) friend…

So that's why the boy felt all the more relieved (something that he was sure would never happen again) when school started.

He didn't see her before class started, but that wasn't really surprising since he was running late as usual. It frustrated him however that he would have to wait until recess to talk to her.

Concentrating on first and second period was proving to be really difficult, considering that Soul's mind was constantly imagining reasons why Maka wouldn't have told him about things. Did she not trust him? Did he do something to get her angry after all? Or did she simply not want anything to do with him anymore, having realized that he was really just a hindrance to a normal life?

The boy forced thoughts like these out of his mind as he registered the bell ringing for break. Immediately shooting up from his seat, he didn't even remember to take his breakfast outside with him as he usually did. Instead he was sprinting towards the familiar apple tree, in hopes of finding the girl there.

He was slightly disheartened to find that she wasn't where he had expected her to be, but decided to wait for now. The bell had just rung after all; Soul was pretty much the first person on the school yard except for the janitor who was busying himself with raking up the dry petals and leaves on the ground.

He watched as dozens of children entered the back yard of the school, but none of them was the one pig-tailed little girl he was waiting for. The boy even recognized a girl from her class, but even minutes later Maka was nowhere to be seen.

When the bell rang again to signal the start of another lesson, Soul had a deep frown etched into his face. Why wasn't she here? Was she avoiding him for some reason? No, she wouldn't have any reason to… right? It's probably just that the moving process takes a little longer than planned and she hasn't been able to find all of her things yet or something… Then again, while it was true that in Maka's opinion it was an outright sin to appear to school without all of the necessary tools and textbooks and whatnot, would she really prefer not going to school at all if she were to miss something? Surely not, she was far too much of a nerd to skip over such a petty reason!

But then, why wasn't she here?

Soul decided that he just had to wait until she would come back to school. There was simply no method for him to contact her otherwise after all.

She didn't appear the next day. Or the one after that. Or the week after that.

It made the boy become seriously worried.

In his concerned oblivion he decided to ask a teacher if they knew something about Maka. Surely they would know if she was ill or something and maybe they could even give him her new address so he could visit her like last time around.

So two weeks after spring break, he approached his form teacher, Ms. Mjolnir, at the end of class.

"Soul, how can I help you?" She asked, looking up from her desk in front of the class where she had been writing down the homework she had given her class. The young woman was pretty nice in his opinion, if somewhat strange at times, but at the very least she tried really hard to teach the children and they could all feel that she loved her job as a teacher. Not even her black eye patch could hide the twinkle in her other eye whenever she worked with her students.

"Ms. Mjolnir, do you know anything about Maka?" Soul asked bluntly. This wasn't the time to beat around the bush if you asked him. He was too worried to feel shame at having to get help from a teacher about a problem which doesn't really concern school. He just wanted to find out about his best friend.

"Maka…? Oh, you mean Maka Albarn from class 3B?" At his nod Ms. Mjolnir seemed to think more seriously about the matter. "Hm… I don't think I've heard anything about her… Why? Has she not been to school lately?" She asked curiously. The boy shook his head slightly, looking to the ground sadly. Not even the teachers knew about if? Then what was he supposed to do? "How about we ask the school's secretary together then, hm? She might be able to help." The woman's gently voice brought him back to reality, looking sympathetically at the student in front of her.

It was no news to her of course that Soul was close friends with that girl named Maka, judging from them always spending their lunch together. She had noticed on her playground duty how even though the two children were sitting so far away from the rest of the students, they didn't seem lonely at all. Rather they seemed to be perfectly comfortable with just each other.

Marie Mjolnir had been really happy when she had discovered that the chipper little girl brought something other than hurtful names and bullying into the school life for her trouble child of the class. Soul had always been sitting alone, refusing to do group assignments with anyone except himself, not talking to anyone that wasn't a teacher (and even that only occurred once in a blue moon). It had really worried her.

Children could be so very cruel…

That had been what she thought about the matter at first.

And then Maka arrived.

And with the girl the boy's seemingly stoic expressions seemed to melt away and soon he was able to smile like any other child, if only in the presence of this one girl. Maka had made Soul so very happy that Marie really hoped for the boy's sake that this extraordinary friendship would not have to suffer.

It would hurt her as well if he was forced to live in loneliness again.

Taking the white-haired child by the hand they walked together towards the office of the headmaster of the school where the secretary was also found most of the time. Upon knocking lightly, Marie opened the door and peeked inside to see the older woman typing away at a document on her computer without looking up.

"Excuse me, do you have a minute?" She asked politely, in case the woman's current assignment was more important.

"Of course, Marie, what is it?"

"I'd like to know about Maka Albarn, a student from class 3B. She seems to not have attended school for a few days and her friend here has become worried, it seems." Soul looked away in embarrassment as his teacher pushed him forward a little for the older woman to see. But he would have to live through this uncomfortable moment if he wanted to get information about Maka.

"Hm… Let's see, then…" she continued to mutter a little more under her breath as she began typing something into the computer again, before frowning at the monitor. "It seems that Ms. Albarn has been taken out of this school as of last Monday."

Taken out of school…?!

"What does that mean?" Soul looked at his teacher questioningly, he wanted answers. However the blonde woman next to him seemed to be almost as shocked at the news as he was. It took her a few more seconds to focus on him again before she began speaking quietly and soothingly.

"Soul, I'm sorry to say this, but… it looks like Maka won't be coming back here…" Her words registered in his brain one after another, but the information behind them seemed to be lost to his mind.

"What…?"

So, this is the first chapter of my first ever (published) multi-chapter. I hope it wasn't horrible. Review if you have an opinion about this, no matter if it's criticism or praise! I want to get better at writing so constructive criticism is much appreciated!

This story is probably going to be around three chapters long, so it won't be anything terribly long. (I don't think I'm quite ready for writing something like that.) Maybe there will be an epilogue as well, but I guess we'll see to that when the time comes!

For now, I hope you enjoyed reading and will stay tuned for the next chapter! :)

Last but not least: I don't own anything! Seriously, even the idea belongs to the plot bunny hiding under my bed!

- Tracy247