Chapter Four

The School

The garden was the most boring I had ever seen; there were no shrubs or flowers; no fountains or statues. It was all just grass. The Building itself was a sickly cream and brown shade. No wonder the boy was so basic, he was brought up in the most boring place on earth. I thought. I advanced to the main entrance whose door was crooked on its hinge, forced open by the bodkins.

I entered and saw all the teachers and students wound up together, guarded by the few bodkins.

"My, you foul monsters did well in such a short time." They seemed to understand me, even though they themselves could not speak. I proceeded to the absurd bunch. All the men were wearing dresses with leggings underneath and the girls were wearing pretty much the same.

"Humans and their fashion, I cannot understand it." I sighed and commanded the bodkins to lead them out. They grudged forwards in a forced single line, bound by rope on their wrists and ankles. I stayed behind though, and went snooping in the rooms for any valuables. After a while, I found Link's room. I entered and looked around. The child's themed colour was green, but everything else was beige. I wandered over to the desk, and picked up various objects. I noticed a glass ball and held it up to the light. I jumped when Ghirahim said "Having fun are you?" I growled and shot him a look. He was leaning in the doorway, watching me. I then noted that this guy could get really creepy sometimes. I turned my eyes back to the glass ball.

"I used to have one of these when I was younger, only it could tell the future of the next week if I wanted it to. My dad gave it to me..." I drifted off, and put it back on the desk. I then lent on the desk and looked around for the second time.

"You had a dad?" He asked, and pushed off from the doorway, and looked around himself.

"Of course I did. How did I get here in the first place?" suddenly a question came to mind. "Do you have a Dad?"

"No. I was created by my master. But you could technically say he's my dad." He looked kind of sad, and I felt a twinge of pity for him. Suddenly he turned to me, and asked: "How does it feel like to have parents?" I was surprised by the question, but I answered anyway.

"Well, you basically love them. I'm not sure if you've ever felt love, but it's a surge of happiness, whenever you're near them, and you feel cared for. It's the only good feeling we angels have. It's also the only place we feel happiness not from evil sources. You know when you feel that utter pleasure, when you kill someone you hate?" he nodded and insisted on carrying on. "Well it's that feeling, but comes from a good source or action."

"What do parents do?" he asked.

"They raise you from when you're young [If you're created through birth], feed you, clothe you, wash you, teach you how to talk, walk, write, they feel proud for you when you achieve the simplest things, get angry at you for the smallest things, take you on holidays... the list goes on forever. And through all this, you gain a special bond...And now I'll never see them again..." I realised my eyes were welling up, and my nose was running. Ghirahim swiftly put an arm around me and hugged me. I snuggled into him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Well in that case, I don't have a father, or mother on that case. We can both go parentless together." I softly laughed. I was revealing more on this guy than I had with any other man I'd met. Although this time I would have preferred not to cry in front of my target. But at least I hit the bullseye in the process.

"Come on, we'd better go and round up the rampaging bodkins." I agreed and we left the building.