Once the town of Thornville was the greenest of all Fiore. With clear skies, and flowers of all sorts in every corner.
The streets used to be littered with stands, whether it be food stands or clothes stands. It was lively, the greatest source of tourism. Green hills stretched for miles around, large trees created a forest near by.
"Akihiro-nii-san." A little boy shouted as he ran towards a blonde in his mid-teens. The older boy wore thin, black glasses which framed his red eyes, his blonde hair reached just past his shoulders, tied in a low ponytail.
The young boy also had blonde hair and red eyes, his hair was thick and curly, barely reaching his shoulders. He smiled brightly at the older blonde. "Akira-nii-chan," The elder blonde greeted. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I'm going on a trip with Aiya and Daiki for the whole weekend. Mom and Dad are at work, so I was wondering, lets go buy dango before I leave." The little boy insisted. "And when I come back, we can train together!"
Frowning, Akihiro looked away. "Sorry, Kira-nii, maybe another time."
Aki pouted. "But you'll help me improve my God Slayer magic, right?"
"Hm," Akihiro smiled. "We'll train as soon as we see each other again."
"You're the best Hiro!" Launching himself to Akihiro, he embraced the elder blonde, oblivious to the pained expression that Akihiro held.
What had happened? What had changed?
'We'll train as soon as we see each other again.' Akira replayed those words in his head.
He was no longer the joyous little boy. His hair now reached his shoulders, and his eyes held nothing but hatred. Groaning, he sat up, looking away from the cloudy sky. How he hated the rain, after deciding to seal away his heart, the rain began to flow. It stormed when he was sad, thundered when he was mad, and drizzled when he was calm.
Though, he wished for it to drizzle, the sky only thundered.
It was all his fault, he knew it was going to happen, but, did he do it?
"Kira," A shadow loomed over the blonde. An energetic salmon-haired smiled at the blonde. "We came up with the perfect plan!"
Raising a thin eyebrow, Akira stared at the boy to continue. When nothing else was shared, he glared. "What is the plan, Daiki?"
"Oh right, we're going back."
Going back...no, it was like begging to be killed.
"Don't glare at me like that, bastard." Daiki hissed. "Anyways, we're going in disguise."
"No." Came the short, simple response.
"Kira, don't be like that. We're 16 now, we're powerful. Besides, we'll try to gather information fast, then we can leave." A girl with white hair, cut into a pixie, and blue eyes explained.
"I said no."
"Bastard," Daiki growled before smirking. "Fine, then we wont go, we'll just let your older brother kill more innocent people."
Smacking him in the head, the girl scowled. "Shut it, Daiki. We don't even know if Akihiro is involved."
"When do we depart, Aiya?" Akira mumbled.
"Now."
Let's get one thing straight: Akira looked damn hot, even in peasant clothes. And he knew it.
"Oi, Flashlight. If I remember correctly, we need to look dirty." Daiki explained. "Add some dirt on your face."
Glaring, Akira stepped forward. "What did you just call me, Pansy-boy?"
"I called you a Flashlight, you coward."
"You wanna go!?" By that point, both boys were face to face, their foreheads touched, and their noses were almost touching.
"You two can flirt later, we need to move." Aiya declared. She also wore dirty clothes, patches of mud adorned her cheeks. "And, Akira, roll in dirt or something, you look like a prince trying to sneak around a peasants town."
Akira grunted, he eyed the ground for any loose dirt. A chuckle was heard from behind him, and soon, Akira was enveloped in a cloud of soil. "That's it," He announced, "I'm gonna beat you senseless!"
Well that was a short chapter, I promise that the rest will be way longer! Anyways, these three will be the main good guys. The real story starts next chapter, I will post two chapters each week. Don't forget to Favorite, follow, and review!