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Part 1: Chapter 3

First Quarter

If I could turn these tears into stardust,

Hey, could I grow stronger as well?

-'Seeing a Sixteen Day Old Moon', Gumi

Isa

Lea had followed me ever since we dashed away from Ienzo and Even. I wasn't very suspicious of his actions as I automatically assumed that Lea just lived that way as well. We didn't speak the entire way and I was so grateful for the silence that was disturbed only by the sound our footsteps. Lea kept following me, his loud footsteps echoing across the stone roadways as he sauntered behind me while humming an obnoxiously cheerful tune. I had once again just assumed that he lived this way once again, but part of me had grown wary at just how close he was behind me. Now, standing in front of my house, I cast aside any further assumptions that he lived around here and turn to face my stalker.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I growl as I whirl around, my voice low and threatening. My hands are clenched around my still-wet jacket and I am just about frustrated enough to throw it at Lea while screaming for him to leave. Of course, I try instead to keep myself composed through deep breaths.

Lea gazes at me with a confused gaze. His hands go up to rest behind his head, giving him a completely relaxed look. "Huh? What do you mean by what am I doing?"

I cross my arms and glare at him with the darkest glare I can muster. "Why did you fucking follow me to my house?"

Lea glances at my house and gives a low whistle. "This your house? Holy shit. Your parents must be rich."

I tap my feet impatiently against the neatly paved stone ground. "You're avoiding the question. Why are you here?"

"I don't know." Lea shrugs with a careless wave of his hand. He's so relaxed as if nothing can ever faze him. And I hate him for that. I'm jealous. Why can't I be like that, so uncaring about the world. Instead, everything about life ends up ticking me off and nothing makes me happy.

"How do you not know?" I growl. I'm nearing the end of my patience. Any moment I can snap and end up shoving Lea into a fucking river to drown.

"Weeeeell…" Lea rubs the back of his neck as he gazes up at the cloudless sky. "You did me drag away from there. You didn't say anything so I assumed you wanted me to follow you. So yeah...I didn't realize I was supposed to leave you and go home or anything…"

I mentally facepalm. He's an idiot. I'm also an idiot. We're both morons. How wonderful. "Well now I'm telling you to go home."

"But-"

"Isa." The voice of an older male makes both of us whirl around. He stands at the doorway, has face drawn to one of obvious disapproval. He is a tall, thin man with a sharp chin and intelligent looking face. His glasses are pushed up smartly, framing his narrowed eyes and exerting a sense of authority. His brown hair is cut short and combed back neatly, as neat as his suit and tie and giving him the appearance of a businessman. Judging from his looks, he had just recently coming back from work.

"Father." I respond obediently to his calling. "I-"

My father halts my words with a single glance. "I have several things I need to discuss with you. First of all, I have received news from the school notifying me that you have once again entered an anger episode during school where you attempted to harm yet another student."

I wince. The school already told my father?! I was hoping they wouldn't… "I'm sorry, father. But...I...uh...I'll-"
"You will control yourself unless you want me to send you to yet another therapist since the current one obviously is not helping."

"Yes father. I'll control myself." I don't want to disappoint him any further. And in my mind, I know that I will never mention what the scientist, Even, said earlier about post traumatic stress disorder. It will only disappoint him further.

"Second matter at hand, I have also received word from the school that you were absent from the last two classes of the day and you happen to come home late. I demand an explanation for this strange behaviour of yours."

Shit. I cringe mentally. I knew I was going to have to deal with this the moment I left the school, but actually having to deal with it now was much more frightening than just musing about that thought. How am I going to explain my ditching school to my father? I've tried so hard to be the perfect student and son but this just sends it all crumbling to dust.

"I...I…" I can only attempt to stammer out a completely incoherent response.

Lea suddenly lets out a loud snort of disgust as he takes a step forward from behind me. I watch, stunned, as he gazes up at my father with furious eyes. This is a side of Lea I have never seen, and as interested as I am, I wish for it to go away. "It's not Isa's fault." he scowls at my father. The nerve he has to talk back to an adult, the act of a rebellious teenager. I can almost see the invisible flames burning around him, making him seem both powerful and dangerous at once. "Now I don't care if you're his father or anything but can't you cut him a little slack!?"

My father turns to look at Lea as if seeing him for the first time. "And who is this, Isa?"

I fiddle with my jacket nervously. How am I supposed to respond? "Umm...this is...uh…"

"I'm Isa's friend." Lea responds in my stead. That fucking fool…

My father is silent for a while. "Friend?" He has an obvious look of disgust on his face upon observing Lea's over casual clothing and spiky red hair. No doubt about it, my father definitely does not like the look of Lea.

"Wait...this is a misunderstanding...he's...Lea's….not-" I stammer.

Once again, Lea has to interrupt me. "That's right. I'm his friend. And I'm the cause for Isa's absence and him being late, so you leave him fucking alone."

"Wait-"

My father scowls and interrupts me. Goddamn it let me speak someone! "You have no right to be talking to me like that. Now I suggest you leave and never dare approach my son again."

I try once again to interject myself into this conversation. "Um…"

"Well fuck you!" Lea shouts back, his fists clenched in anger.

And this is when I flee. I turn and run towards the house, fleeing like the coward I am. The sound of wind against my ears block out the sound of my father's next words. I wrench the door open and bolt through the opening to salvation. The second I'm across the line dividing outside from in, from danger to safety, I slam the door shut with a loud slam. My chest is heaving as I lean against the wall, my fingers digging into my skin with a sharp painful sensation. I glance a short peek outside through the window next to me, spotting Lea as he shouts something inaudible to my father before flipping him off and dashing off. My father watches Lea run off for a while before turning to catch my eye through the window.

I'm first to break eye contact to dash up the stairs to my room. Locking my room door behind me as I toss my stuff including my jacket to the corner of the room, I collapse onto my bed and close my eyes, wishing away everything that has happened today. If only that was possible…

…

I sit up rapidly in the darkness of my room, only faintly illuminated by the familiar and soft glow of the moonlight. Shit. I fell asleep on accident. Yawning, I fumble with my blue covers, which I am now tangled with, in order to reach my lamp. Knocking over a few random things on my desk, I finally push the button to turn it on. I immediately wish I didn't as the harsh light floods my room, chasing away the soothing glow of the moon. Growling softly to myself, I turn the light back off and bring back the moonlight. But it's too late. The magical effect is already ruined.

Sighing, I push myself off the bed with a soft yawn and stumble to the window. I gaze up at the night sky, or at least try to through the reflective glass. Annoyed, I shove the windows open, immediately letting in the frigid night air. I shiver madly, trembling as the chill dances around me, prodding me whenever it can with its freezing tendrils of air. I stumble further back in the room, pushed back by the cold and towards my now dry jacket. Gratefully, I wrap my warm and comforting blue jacket around my body, approaching the cold draft once again with a new shield.

Leaning out the window precariously, I tilt my head back and stare up at the night sky. It's a wide expanse of endless black, dotted with a multitude of glowing lights. I feel relaxed, gazing up to the mysterious interminable world above me. The stars suddenly remind me of Lea, persistent and unforgotten. At this time, these stars have probably long died, exploding and collapsing into a cloud of dust for a new star to grow. However, due to the long distance and the time it takes for the light of the stars to reach us, we still see it as it was millions of years ago, a glowing orb in the night sky. It's still there to us after its death, stubborn and unwilling to die, just like Lea. And as I keep gazing up at the night stars, they seem to grow brighter as if to prove the point.

There, amongst the sparkling diamonds in the sky, is my love - the moon. Only half of the moon is reflecting the sun's light tonight. First quarter. With my eyes, I trace the familiar curve of the edge and the subtle darkened craters of its surface, marveling with wonder at the beauty of it's pale light.

"Hey, moon…" I ask softly. Yeah I know, talking to the moon. It's stupid but I often find great comfort within it. The moon is my confidant, my sole source of condolence. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think of Lea's…'friendship'. I don't know how to control my anger. Someone help me…" The moon is quiet. It's probably what makes it such a good listener. "I wish I can remember what happened that day...the day of my first berserk. I yearn for answers…where can I find the answers..."

A sudden loud knocking on the door makes me let out a startled yelp. There's only one person that can be, and that is my father. Reluctantly, I shamble towards the door and unlock it, letting him into my room.

He frowns as he gazes upon the open window as another drafty breeze sweeps the room. "Close the window. You'll catch a cold, Isa."

I obey like the obedient son I am. Shutting the window, I then stand there as I wait for my father to speak. I mentally prepare myself too, knowing that nothing positive will come out of his mouth.

"Listen, I don't want to ever see you skipping school again." my father finally says. His tone is stern and commanding, like usual. "I don't want to see you hanging out with that boy either. Do you understand?"

I nod. "Yes, father."

My father nods in short approval. "Good. Don't disappoint me any further."

With that, my father shuts the door and leaves. I let out a small sigh of relief, glad that he kept it short and sweet. I hate long lectures.

I push the window open again and stare up at the beautiful moon hanging against the backdrop of black. "Why is everything so confusing?"

My mind tells me that Lea's annoying and is just a plain nuisance. It tells me that Lea's probably not going to stick around long anyways. But the mind lies to itself, fooling itself and tangling itself in the web of lies its created. My heart is not fooled though. It thinks differently.

After all those years without a friend, the sudden reintroduction of one is impactful.

My heart tells me that I yearn for Lea to be my friend.

Lea

It's been several days since I've really talked to Isa. Aside from the brief greetings I get before class, I haven't really gotten to speak to him. I blame it on his dad. I hate that guy so much and he just makes me wanna punch him and beat him into a bloody pulp. Luckily, I can keep a cool head at times and I managed to walk away without any serious fighting. If Isa was in my spot though, I think he would have killed his father.

Anyways, I also can't seem to find Isa during lunch. He's always missing and I can never spot his bright blue hair wherever I try to look for him. It's already been five days and I'm really itching to talk to him a bit. If only I knew where Isa was hiding…

So, today, right when the lunch bell rings, I dash off through the hallways before students can crowd them. I'm lucky to have memorized Isa's schedule because now I know where his class before lunch is. I reach the classroom, out of breath but ecstatic. Hiding myself behind a wall, I try to make myself as unsuspicious as possible and wait.

Sure enough, Isa steps out of the classroom, glancing around with cautious glances before turning the other way and briskly dashing off. I make my move and carefully follow him through the throng of students. It's hard to lose him in the crowds. He stands out too much. I chuckle silently to myself. I can finally figure out where Isa's been holing himself in these past few days.

So as Isa walks into a certain building, I let out a loud groan and slam my head against the nearest wall repeatedly. The library! How did I not guess that?! Of course someone as studious as Isa would go into the library. I'm such an idiot. Not only that, I also have to deal with one of my greatest fears other than swimming...the library. Seriously, it's so deathly quiet in there and so full of such big books! I don't get how people enjoy books, especially huge thick books like the ones Ienzo carries around. I'm also one that hates staying quiet for too long otherwise the silence drives me crazy. I'm a social butterfly after all. I like to talk to others and chat for hours, not shut up and read a book.

So when I step into this small realm of peace and quiet, I'm desperately silently pleading to whatever deity is up there to make this quick so I can drag Isa out as fast as possible. Unfortunately, I take quite a while to find Isa hiding in the very far corner of the library, hidden behind a bookshelf and buried into a thick book. Once I realize that his back is turned to me though, I know immediately what I must do.

Smirking, I take small silent steps towards the reading figure, my hands poised and ready to strike like a viper. Isa doesn't notice me, too absorbed in his book to care about the world around him. I crouch down behind him and lean forward as close to his ear as I can get without notifying him of my presence. Opening my mouth, I prepare to startle Isa out of his wits.

Suddenly, Isa's arm darts out and grabs ahold of my shirt. He yanks me forward before I can let out a shout of surprise. My eyes briefly meet with his eyes and his amused, smirking face before he whirls around while kicking the back of my leg, forcing me on my knees and bending my arm behind my back. I let out a bloodcurdling scream that is silenced by Isa's hand clapping over my opened mouth, muffling my still clearly audible screaming.

"Shh! This is still the library you know!" Isa hisses into my ears.

I let out loud gasps as I try to still my furiously beating heart. "God...Isa…"

He lets out a small huff as he releases me and his eyes focus back once more on the book. "So what are you here for? It must be rather important if you're waiting outside of the classroom for me."

I gape at him. "You saw me since then!"

"Shh!" Isa shushes me again. "Yes I did. You're wearing bright red orange. How can I not miss you? So why are you here?"

I take a seat next to Isa and look over his shoulder at the book he has. Ugh. Too many big words. I can't even get through a paragraph. "Why do you even read this stuff?"

"I like to. Now tell me why you are here?"

So stubborn. "Fine. I'm here because you've been avoiding me the last few days. I've always been trying to find you during lunch only to have you holed up in here. Speaking of being holed up in here, can we go outside to talk so I can eat my lunch too?"

"You can eat in here. The librarian doesn't care as long as we don't make a mess. And it's only natural for me to avoid you after all the trouble you caused me last time. Furthermore, my father-"

"I don't care what your dad fucking says! What do you say?"

I know that this strikes a nerve somewhere deep inside Isa. He shifts slightly and his eyes stop reading the words, only to stare blankly at a blank spot on the page. I notice how his shoulders tense slightly and how his hand grips the corner of the book just a tiny bit harder.

"I think you should fuck off and leave me alone." Isa finally says as his eyes continue reading the page. Others might not think it's a lie, but I know its a lie. "And don't talk about my father like that."

I'm exasperated. Why does Isa keep doing that? I snatch Isa's book out of his hands and slam it shut before he can protest. "Tell me the truth, Isa."

He's stunned. I grab him by the shoulders and give him a rough shake. Isa finally manages to stammer out an answer. "W...what are you talking about…"

"Cut that lying out. I hate when you lie like that."

"I…" He falls silent again.

Ugh. I'm so goddamn frustrated. Why won't Isa just admit that he wants to be my friend? Why is he so stubborn? I give a loud sigh of exasperation. Why am I still trying to be this guy's friend anyways? It takes me a while to think of an answer to this question. It's because of the challenge. The struggle to get him to be my friend amuses me. I like it, the delicate way I have to tread in order not to get Isa to berserk on me. But I can't be too gentle otherwise he'll never open up to me. It's a technical balance between those two and I realize that is what makes me so persistent on this.

Deep down, I also realize that this silent guy might be the answer to everything. He may be the one who will listen to me and maybe I can finally have someone I can truly talk to. No more girls begging for attention. No more guys who can't understand what I feel and don't give a fuck about what I say. Maybe Isa can help.

"Look." I finally say as I look Isa straight in the eye. I'm taking a gamble here. If this fails, I'm probably never going to get another chance. "Do you have any time after school today?"

I hold my breath as I wait for Isa's response. His eyes flit back and forth nervously as if making a life changing decision. When he finally looks back at me, I find his gaze strong and willing. "Not today but tomorrow. My father works late on Fridays so I can be home at max four hours later than usual." I wonder what made him change his mind just like that.

"Great! We're friends now, got it memorized?" I give him one of my best grins.

Isa rolls his eyes. "Whatever." This I find as a statement of approval. At least he didn't reject me like all the times before. And as I study his face, I find a small relaxed grin of appreciation lingering on his face.

The lunch bell rings and we go our separate ways, knowing this time that we will see each other soon.

…

It's Friday. Finally Friday. I've been waiting the whole day for the last class to finally end and by the time it does, I'm already waiting outside Isa's last class's classroom. I wait a few minutes and mentally groan at how long Isa takes to pack up and leave. The classroom is about empty by the time he steps out the door with all his stuff.

I grin and give him a huge wave that nearly smacks the people around me. Isa greets me with the roll of his eyes. Well, it's better than ignoring me.

"I feel like you're stalking me." Wow. Isn't that a nice way to say hi. I seriously need to get Isa working on his social skills because what he says are the exact words that chase friends away. But I'm good person so I'll stay.

"Hello to you too, Isa." I wrap my arms around him in a friendly cheerful hug. He tenses up and attempts to shove me away but I'm a master at hugs and he will not escape me until I let him go.

Well...that is at least until he knees me in the groin and then promptly drags off my crumpled body to a more secluded spot. "Don't you dare hug me again." Isa growls as he forces me onto my feet. Why does he have to be so cruel?

"Okay! I'm sorry! Mercy. Don't hurt meeee!"

Isa sighs and releases me while leaning back against a wall and folding his arms across his chest. "I don't know how people deal with you. Anyways, what have you got planned for the few hours I have?"

"First, let's get ice cream."

"Lea. Get real. That took us like half an hour to run over to there last time. I don't think that is a wise way to spend the limited time I have."

I let out a sheepish laugh. "Umm...about that. I figured out yesterday that I really just led us on a huge roundabout route that took us all over town. In reality, the ice cream shop is just like a five minute walk away." I gulp. Isa looked ready to strangle me. At least he's in control of himself now. "So...after that, you wanna head over to my house or something. It's only five minutes from the ice cream shop and five minutes from your house."

Isa stares at me for a while with that fierce death glare of his before finally sighing. "Will your parents care about me coming over to your house?"

I wave his worries away. "Nah. Don't worry about that. My mom never cares about who I bring over. Got it memorized?" She never cares about anything I do. She won't even care if I throw a freaking party in the house without her permission. It may sound like freedom but it's only loneliness.

"Oh...alright then. Remember I have to leave by six though."

"Then let's not waste any time dawdling around here!" I start to drag Isa off towards the direction of the ice cream shop. "Oh. And you're paying this time, remember?"

Isa nods as he shoves me away so he can walk himself. "Yeah yeah. I brought money. Same flavour as last time? Sea salt?"

"Yup."

After a brief five minute walk, Lea suddenly shoves me ahead of him towards a small stand with a duck counting money from his last successful sell. "That's the one the sells the ice cream. And watch out, he's a cranky old fellow."

I watch with glee as Isa hesitantly approaches the stand and barely manages to stammer out what he wants. By the time he comes back to me with the ice cream, I'm clutching my stomach while trying not to die of laughter.

"Isa...you really need some social skills."

Isa groans and shoves me, playfully but still angrily. "Shut up or else I'm eating your ice cream for you."

Upon hearing that, it only takes me a millisecond to shut up. Smirking an evil grin, Isa hands me my ice cream. I grab the stick eagerly and start chomping down on the delicious ice cream. Best flavour ever!

"Hey. Let's start walking to my house. We can eat along the way."

Isa nods absentmindedly as he takes small delicate licks. He must love this as much as I do and apparently I don't think he really heard what I said at all since he is too focused on the ice cream. So I have to grab his arm and drag him off in his dazed stupor. And then I end up dragging him the whole way to my house.

By the time we reach my house, I'm already long done with my ice cream, having eaten it in a minute. Isa however, had just finished and was licking the last bits of melted ice cream off his fingers.

I laugh softly at this before opening the door for him to enter. Grinning, I lower my head and bow to Isa as I wave him through. Isa shakes his head with a laugh and walks past me while whacking my head gently with the side of his hand.

Wait a second. Since when has Isa ever laughed? He's given me smirks and maybe the occasional barely noticeable upward curve of the corners of his mouth, but never more than that. The ice cream must be magical to get such a reaction out of him.

I walk in after Isa a cheerful grin on my face until I see my mom sitting at the dinner table, a half empty bottle of alcohol in her hands.

One can tell easily that I got my red hair from my mom, but hers is a dull red, weathered away by the years that have chipped away at her existence. Like her hair, her face is also pale and sickly looking having fallen into alcoholism years ago. She's studying Isa intently with sunken hawk like eyes and I can feel Isa shift uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Umm...hey, mom. Uh. Meet . We'll be in my room." I wince at how obvious my fake cheerfulness is. I drag Isa up the stairs and slam the door to my room as soon as we enter. "Sorry about that, Isa…"

Isa stares at the door as if he can see my mom through it. "So that's what you meant by she doesn't care…"

Sighing, I jump onto my bed, causing the springs to squeak and whine in protest. "Yeah...take a seat wherever." I return that fake smile onto my face. But this time, I make sure its flawless, as if I'm back to my usual optimistic self. "On a happier note, what's your mom like?"

"My mother is dead." Ouch. So far for a happier note. He watches me carefully after this. I know what he's trying to do. Isa's curious how this happy, cheerful, optimistic punk like me reacts to something so depressing sounding. He wants to see if he can toy around with my feelings and reactions like I tried to do before. Of course, what I did ended up terribly...but on the other hand, we did end up ditching school for ice cream because of that. So I wouldn't say it was that terrible.

I'm silent. I analyze him briefly, wondering how I should react. Should I act all sad and pitiful? Or should I stay cheerful. To be honest, I don't think Isa would like to be pitied. Really I think he would hate when people pretend to pity him. He'd rather they pretend not to care. So I finally speak, my manner and tone nonchalant and a grin ever present on my face. "Oh, that's too bad. I only have one parent as well. My dad left some years ago and I don't know where he is or if he's alive at all." I tilt my head slightly with a friendly smile on my face. A game of words. I hope that Isa will give me a worthy battle.

As Isa watches me, I let a spark of anticipation crackle in my eyes, challenging him to respond.

Isa returns my gaze with his own smirk. I see. The challenge is accepted. "Hmph. Probably left because of your annoying personality. I know myself that I wouldn't like to stick around you for long. I'm surprised he at least stuck around for several years." He waits, and a hesitant look flutters across his face as he hops that he didn't push too hard with that scalding remark.

I only laughs and he let out a small breath of relief. "Well, girls certainly don't think that. They love me and I've seen a lot of girls just fawn over me. Believe me I'm a hot guy, unlike you."

"If that's so true, I'll have to contact some of your ex-girlfriends then. I bet they have lots of things to say about you and I can assume that most of it won't be pretty words."

"At least I have some that I talk about." He's fast with comebacks, but I can be faster. It's something I'm just naturally good at.

"Heh. Not sure if having ex-girlfriends that wish to kill you is a good thing."

"Better than a complete virgin like you."

I know that hits the spot when Isa starts blushing like crazy and stuttering out half finished sentences. He must be highly uncomfortable on this topic. Me, I'm used to it. Isa, being a total shut in, is totally not.

I pull him over to the bed and make him sit next to me. Leaning closer to him, I put on my best mischievous smirk.

Isa groans. "What stupid plan is forming in your mind now?"

"If you won't get a girlfriend yourself, I'll have to get one for you."

"No." Instant rejection. And I can tell Isa's completely serious with his response. There is no hint of humor anywhere in or on him. "I don't want one. Why are you even bothering to do this?"

I shrug. "Because I'm your friend."

Isa sighs and flops backwards on my bed. He closes his eyes and I watch as he smiles a bit. "Heh...unfortunately." Whoa. Did I hear that correctly? Did Isa actually admit that I am his friend?

At this moment, I'm grinning uncontrollably. This isn't one of the fake grins I always have at school. It's one that's truly from my heart. I'm not lying with my emotions anymore. And as Isa looks over at me, his eyes widen as he too realizes that this is one of the first true smile from me in a long time. The next thing I know, he's smiling too.

The two of us, who have lied to ourselves, hiding behind a life of fakery to mask what really lies within our hearts, are finally sitting here and embracing the true emotions that have been wrapped around and bundled away in us for years.

Within me, I feel a long burnt out fire catch a small spark. A new start. The fire is a chance for me to reawaken the long lost joy within me.

But left uncontrolled, the fire can also hurt.

A/N: Once again, the chapter got a bit too long and I had to cut some stuff out of the original plan. I tried to limit myself to 5000 words but its only a tiny bit over…^^;. All is well. XD

(Secret of the universe: generic melon flavor is basically honeydew flavor)
((Secret number two of the universe: The answer to life, the universe, and everything is (TEA)((CAKE)) math. Add the letters up it equals 42. XD))
(We will now take our 'lea've and go into 'isa'lation. Very heartless, we know, and we are very 'sora'y.)
((Byaku…-_-...the puns...mindblown…))
(They were 'p'unintended hahahaha i'll let myself out)
((LKSDALKEFKJAHLpineapplecakes…we both need help…))
(That's 'Terra'ble…)
((Gah...can't think of any puns that will beat all that.))
(I will 'braig' about my great puns)
((I don't 'even' know anymore. Hah! One!))
(I'm 'dilan' up the intensity here)
((THIS IS SPARTAAAAAA! ^^;...umm...im done…(_ _)...*gun to head moment*))
(Ex'zack'tly. yeah i'm done)
((I'm dead. I'm an angel in the 'cloud's….I tried...i really did…-_-))

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