True Self:

They say it's eat or be eaten. You'll always be alone in this world. Only some are able to overcome and truly soar above the rest~

In the midst of New York's busy streets stands a boy, not noticed by many. It was nearly Christmas time and most were busy with their own affairs.

He stares up at a hospital window, eyes glassed over as he seems lost in thought.

"Toby..." The boy's voice barely is above a whisper. He seems almost as if in a trance, haunted by some thing.

He blinked his eyes, as a cold sensation overwhelmed his senses and he focused back on reality.

A snow flake. Innocent, pure. Nothing like himself, he could never return the naive world he once lived in.

And he knew as much as he longed to... as much as he hoped he'd muster up the courage to... he could not show himself to Toby.

Walking among the streets, he had no particular goal in where he was heading. After all where could he go?

He had no home. Yes he lived at HD academy, but that hardly defined as a home. Their was no association with warmth or even so much of a kind gesture.

And Dungeon was completely out of the question. He no longer belonged there. And to his knowledge they most likely hated him.

What had he become? He wasn't sure anymore other than the fact it frightened him. The dark reflection he saw in the mirror. Never a smile. Only pain in his eyes. But that's all there ever was.

And why should he deserve any better? His fate was done and decided, although it hurt sometimes, he didn't regret the path he had choose.

Toby's safety was always his main concern, and now he would be well taken care of. If that meant sacrificing his own self to the mercy of Dr. Ziggurat than so be it.

Toby was always kind and gentle. He had a smile that could wash your worries away, and never hesitated to try and cheer a friend up.

That reflection... and the horrors he himself had endured. The pain, darkness, the evils he had been forced to commit. That was why he couldn't face Toby. He would be heart broken.

It was better off leaving Toby to remember him how he was...

He shivered, and stopped to blow on his hands. He was poorly under dressed for the raging weather outside, thick heavy snowflakes clinging to every surface. His only protection was a red scarf, and it didn't assist in warming him much.

But yet he walked on as many others began to head inside. He refused to head back to HD, he couldn't take their cold stares and snide remarks. They only wanted to whittle away any self respect and dignity he still possessed. And right now he just wanted to be alone...

It was beginning to turn dark, or was it? He had this ringing in his ears he couldn't shake. And an ever growing pit in his stomach. Maybe he just needed to lie down for a second or catch his breath. His world around him began to spin...and fall into nothingness.

What happened? First everything had turned black and now... he didn't know where he was. A large, dull colored room came into focus. Panicked he jumped only to feel an arm stop him...

So this is going to be a trilogy for Zeo, Kyouya, and Tsubasa. Zeo went first, you can vote on who you'd like to see next. Also whether or not each of their stories end with bliss or failure. Just let me know in your review what you'd like to see. I hope you liked it, and please as always review. And no flames. I always seek to improve : D

~lily