Chapter One – Awakening
A boy opened his ocean blue eyes, he was lying flat on his back right outside a huge mansion, and he noticed some sort of strange pain in his chest, "How did I get hear" he thought.
He stood up and looked around, "Where am I" he kept thinking, "What is this place." He tried to think of the last thing he remembered only to draw a blank in his mind, he couldn't remember anything, in fact he couldn't even remember his name.
Running a hand through his unruly blond hair he figured out why there was a pain in his chest, he felt sad, painful sorrow for no apparent reason. He wanted to get rid of it as the pain grew worse but he didn't know how.
Figuring that he wasn't getting anywhere standing around, he decided to walk in the woods in front of the mansion. Considering that it was light at the mansion it was pretty dark in the woods, as he walked through the boy suddenly heard a sound off in the distance.
Jumping slightly he grabbed a sturdy nearby branch and held it like a sword ready to attack anything that jumped out. He stood there in the silence a moment, and was surprised that he didn't hear his heart pounding considering the fear he felt.
Finally deciding that nothing was going to attack him he kept walking, keeping the stick with him just in case. He came upon a large brick wall that seamed to go on forever, luckily there was a triangle shaped hole in the wall so that he could walk through.
On the other side of the wall was a town, other than a few people milling about and store owners working there shops, the town was pretty sparse. As he walked through the town, he was glad that everyone seemed to be friendly; they waved or said hi as he passed.
Some gave him curious looks, but he figured that was because he was still carrying around a big stick. The pain in his chest finally became too much for him, he needed to let his sorrow out, so taking a glance around to see if anybody was around, and seeing that nobody was he did the first thing that came to mind.
He used the stick he was using and started whacking a nearby pole. He just hit it over and over again, like he was angry, he finally hit the pole so hard that the stick broke.
No sooner had that happened when there was a voice behind him, "What do you think your doing?" it asked.
The boy spun around to see a boy probably just a few years older than himself, he wore a light blue shirt that looked like a girl's shirt and a ling white jacket with no sleeves, and had a beanie on his head. He was accompanied by a girl with purple hair and a well built semi dark skinned boy with brown hair.
"Um-I-a" the boy stuttered.
"I know what he's doing, he's causing trouble, ya no" the guy with brown hair said.
"I think your right," the guy with the beanie agreed, "And you know how we deal with trouble makers in my town?" he asked as he pulled out a blue club.
The boy took a step back out of fear, "Who are you picking on now Seifer," someone asked off in the distance. He turned to see who just saved him from a server pounding. Another trio group that was all about his age was walking over to them.
The obvious leader of the group and the one who saved him was a boy with blond hair; he wore a black tang top and camouflaged pants. With him was another boy that was chubby and had a red jersey on and brown hair. And a girl with the same color hair and had bright emerald eyes, and wore an orange top.
The guy named Seifer pointed an accusing finger at him and said, "This boy has been causing trouble."
"You saw him causing trouble," the girl with green eyes asked.
"Oh yah, I caught him beating the crap out of that pole," Seifer replied pointing at the pole.
"Just the pole, nothing else," the boy with blond hair asked.
Seifer didn't reply, and just stayed silent glaring at the boy.
"Seifer, you know as well as I do that you can't resort to disciplinary actions unless he was actually hurting someone," the blond haired boy said.
"And there's nothing wrong with taking your anger out on a pole," the brown haired boy in the jersey added.
Seifer looked pissed, "Fine," he said after a hard silence and looked at the boy, "But I'm watching you, let's go" he said to his lackeys that followed him like trained dogs.
The boy turned to the trio that saved him, "Thanks" he said.
"No problem," the blond replied, "Watch out for Seifer, he's two words, 'not nice'."
"Was he right, were you really beating the stuffing out of that pole" the boy in the jersey asked.
The boy blushed in embarrassment, "Y-yah" he replied.
"Why were you doing that," the girl asked.
The boy shifted his weight uncomfortably wondering if he should tell the truth or not, "I don't know" he decided against telling them, but the blond boy wouldn't take that for an answer.
"Oh come on, you know exactly why you were doing it, come on you can tell us," he said.
The boy looked down ashamed to say it, "I'm sad…really sad," he looked up expecting to see amused faces but all there faces had a look of pity on it, the blond boy put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "dude, take it from a guy who knows, its not good to keep things bottled up, and acting out of rage may seam like the best way to let it out, but sometimes that just doesn't cut it. It may not seem very manly but sometimes you just need to cry, not saying you need to do it right now, you do it whenever you're alone."
The boy just sighed, he wished he could cry, he's cry right now if he just new how. There was a long silence then the girl piped up, "Hay we never properly introduced ourselves, my name is Olette, this is Hayner" she pointed to the blond, "And Pence" she pointed to the boy in the jersey."
"Nice to meet you," the boy said and there was another short silence.
"Ah, this is the part where you tell us your name," Hayner pointed out.
The boy once again lowered his head in shame, "I don't know what it is" he said quietly.
"Did you hit your head," Pence asked.
"I can't remember, I can't remember anything," the boy explained.
"No wonder your sad, I'd be sad if I couldn't remember anything about my past" Olette said her voice held pity.
"Well why don't we show you around the town, maybe something will stir your memory," Hayner suggested.
"Good idea" Pence said.
The group started walking through the town, "Are you still feeling sad" Olette asked the boy.
The boy just shrugged his shoulders, he did still feel sorrow but it wasn't as bad as before. He wasn't sure weather his out bust helped, or that his new friends were distracting him.
"I know what will help, let's get some ice cream that always helps when we're feeling down," Pence suggested.
The other's agreed and they went over to the ice cream shack, Olette went to go buy it. She came back with four sticks of ice cream, the boy thought it looked more like popsicles, and the ice cream was light blue.
"Hear" Olette handed one to the boy.
The boy eyed it curiously, "What is it" he asked.
"Sea salt ice cream," Pence confirmed, "Anytime you're feeling down, this is the stuff you get, it always helps.
"Sometimes when I'm really felling sad, I buy two of them, and sit up at the top of the station tower," Hayner said and pointed to a tall tower above them.
The boy looked up to where Hayner was pointing, "How do you get up there," he asked.
"Lets go up there now and we'll show you" Olette suggested and the other's agreed.
They all went to the top and sat down on the edge and started eating there ice cream, all except the boy who had not tried it yet, he was two intrigued by the view from up there, "What I great place to think" his thought
"You better eat your ice cream before it melts" Olette suggested wisely.
The boy took a lick of the blue ice cream and his face formed into a disgusted grimace, "Uh-yuk, its salty."
"Hence the name, 'sea salt ice cream'," Pence said.
The boy kept grimacing trying to get the salt taste out of his mouth, Hayner looked at him and laughed, "It sort of grows on you, keep eating it, and it will get better."
The boy looked at the ice cream suspiciously then took another lick, it was still undeliciously salty but he detected a taste of sweetness he didn't before, so he kept eating it. With each lick it became a little less salty and a little more sweet, by the time he was half way through the ice cream had reached a delicious mixture of salty yet sweet.
He finished the whole thing and continued to lick and suck all the juice out of the stick. Hayner looked at him and smirked, "I see you changed your mind about the ice cream."
The boy just grinned and stood up, "where are you going," Olette asked,
"I'm going to go look around, I'll meet up with you guys later," the boy said "You better" Hayner called.
The boy smiled and waved at them before starting to go down the station tower.
Well... What do you think? I know my writing isn't that good and I'm getting better … slowly.
This story is slightly AU, but only a little, so far I've changed that Nobodies can only feel the emotion that there other last felt, instead of that they cant feel emotion at all. And the time flow will be a little AU also, Castle Oblivion will happen later then in the game. Please review getting reviews are like Christmas presents.
