Enter Galactic!
And so the bus pulled to a halt. As the students filed of off the bus in to enter the first abysmal day of school, the sky above moaned and roared. The day was cloudy and dark. A perfect way to start the school year. Roxas walked, his eyes down, into the High School. As he rounded the corner to his first class ( History CP) he noticed the janitor, whose name was Harvey Trout. Some years ago, Trout had worked in a different school building. There he did all the usual things a janitor did; cleaned the classes, wiped the windows, took out the trash, etc. But one day, after cleaning the girls bathroom, he decided to stay there.
And Wait.
And eventually, someone came in, a by the name of Xion Nomura. She was 14. He was 52. And he followed her.
And chased her.
And beat her.
And raped her.
How lucky of him, this Harvey Trout, to be in good relation with the Mafia. This was how he was able to work today. They handled everything for him.
Hi Ho.
Roxas new this. Few others did. Roxas continued walking until he got to his class. In the classroom, he saw many faces he didn't recognize, although they all recognized him. His teachers name was Roland Weary. Roland was bald, middle aged, and fat. He had never been married. He was a virgin. He was a very sour man.
And in one year, he would be gunned down in the back of an alley for his crimes against the Lord of Time and Space.
As the first bell rang, he began to monotonously call for attendance. " Billy Toll?" He called, without looking up from his desk.
" Present."
" Julianne Harper?"
"Here."
"Ro… oh boy." He sighed, pinched the brow of his nose. "Roxas?"
No reply.
Although this wasn't actually a fault of Roxas' avoidance of speech. He was busy thinking. Thinking about a system of families. He rationalized that people are nicer to family members. It seemed true enough. If people had larger families, than they would have more people to be friendly and nice and caring with. He proposed and idea of Government Selected Middle Names. Each name would be a random Noun, excluding people and places, and would end in a number between 1 and 20. These would be randomly selected. That way, if you met someone asking for a favor, or change, for example, you could reply " Middle Name?"
To which they would respond with " Daffodil- 11, sir."
"Huh!" You would say. " Why would I waste my time on a Daffodil- 11, when there are so many Beryllium- 7s in the world that need help?"
Roxas' ideas where then cut short. " Roxas, Damn It!" the bald, middle aged, fat, unmarried virgin sighed in exasperation. He was sweating slightly; he had apparently been calling his name for some time now, much to the other students amusement. He had loosened his tie, and was leaning over his desk. " Just how long do you plan to keep this charade up?" when he got no response, he only grew angrier.
" I know what your thinking." Oh do you?, Roxas' subconscious thought.
"You think your better than me." No I don't.
" You wont even dignify me with a response, will you?" Its not that. You don't understand.
" Well, fine. See how fucked up your life turns out, then, if you keep this up." Roxas' subconscious was quiet now. He awaited the students reaction. They usually got a good kick out of teachers cursing. They were however, silent. One called out,
" Quit being a douche, man. Answer him."
Several people agreed vocally. Roxas didn't mind. He didn't notice, though, because he was busy on another planet. He stared out the window.
It was one of the few talents he'd acquired three years ago. He could visit any planet he wished in the blink of an eye. He could make everyone, everything disappear, for as long as he willed it. It helped him forget. It helped when people were mad. It helped when his mother drank. And Now, back on Earth, as he was, It was Lunch time. He was on Mars for the rest of the morning. He thought about Venus. He decided against going there.
Roxas packed his own lunch. He made it. He bagged it. He brought it. Today was Turkey and Cheese. Tomorrow would be Turkey and Cheese. And the day after that, and after that for ever.
Until, of course, he became the Lord of Time and Space.
He was surprised then, to find something other than the cold-cut sadwhich in his brown paper bag. A note. Roxas eyed it carefully, and looked around, to see if it was a prank. No one was sitting with him at his table in the dimly lit, chattering lunchroom. The Room resembled a prison. He was a very privileged prisoner. Since no one was near, he concluded that it could not be a joke. Did Karolyn leave it? Unlikely.
He undid the note, which turned out to be a disappointing three words. It read like this:
Mafia. Anthony. Donatello.
Roxas was puzzled. He never heard of any one name Anthony Donatello, and knew nothing of the Mafia other than its existing. The note had a mysterious air to it. Something wasn't right. Who would go through the trouble to do this? He wondered inwardly. He decided to look up the name in study hall next period. Hopefully it would then provide some insight.
Just then, Haynor, looking as spry and eager as ever, walked by Roxas. He glanced at him, and noticed Roxas looking back. He smiled at this. Another chance for humiliation.
"Heh, don't get excited, Faggot. I was only on my way to the water fountain" He pointed back to said water fountain with a grin. " Listen, why don't you go see Tony about that kind of this? I'm sure he'd find it… interesting." With that and a laugh, he left to get a drink.
Tony was, as he always will be, a raging Homosexual. He was despised by the populace for this. He was subject to many jokes.
As for Sexuality, Roxas was fairly convinced he was Asexual. Zero Sex drive in him. He
had seen what most fifteen year old would see, and wasn't impressed. It seemed like a hassle to him.
He hadn't had much time to think about it, though, as he was waiting on his Mother day and night. He hadn't given anything much thought for Three Years.
After his fathers mysterious car crash, that is.
Hi Ho.
Okay, well there's chapter two. It introduces the main mystery part of the actual story, as well as some background info. So, again, please review and tell me what the hell I did wrong, what to fix, and how to fix it. Any suggestions? About….anything?
So yeah, please review. BlueEricsson: OUT.